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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 1:28 pm
The haunt of purification ghosted through his starseed's halls, drifting throughout his body in swaths of pain. With every throbbing ache, he felt so keenly the despondence that urged him further into the mire. A portion of him considered it his destination, to know life so unbearable that he either drew madness from it all or a strength so solid that he knew no further intolerable conditions. Yet, all these ruminations passed, dust through his hands, leaving him no more fulfilled than the moments before their whimsical birth.
Alois stood not far from a street lamp installed on an overpass. Its bulb flickered inconsistently, blacking out for long periods before coming to life in its desperate fight to spread its meager luminance over some ineffectual area. He watched it for an indeterminate amount of time, eyes fixated on the spectacle. Soon a moth drew to its jaundiced brilliance, striking against the glass repeatedly with no outward signs of damage or intelligence. And there the creature stood, idle and quiet, attentions fixated on a single dying bulb in the vast, blank streets of Destiny City.
He hadn't felt any auras about him, hadn't cared. Tired as he was, Alois considered simply curling about the street lamp and urging himself to sleep - to grace himself with dreamless summer nights where light still touched the sky and wind knew well every corner, every fleck of the roads. And he could imagine himself in a meadow, in the forests of Saarland, in a legitimate bed - it didn't matter. He figured nothing did by now.
Suddenly he smiled.
"Nichts hast Du mehr für dein Leben als den Tod verdient." The words came swift, yet soft. The creature caught the moth in one tarred hand during a singular agile moment, where he watched his catch startle and writhe and wrench its own legs off as some desperate attempt to reclaim freedom. He fancied it, studied it closely, soon before he shut both hands over the delicate moth and crushed what little remained of its fractured body. Opening his hands, he eyed the sticky, shattered mess that now peeled across both palms. In death, there is freedom. But I did not die at the hands of Avalon, of Thraen, of Quenton. I did not die in purification.
I am alive. Enslaved. Yoked to a system of emptiness.
Iris provided no remedy - as the many warned. It may not work, she may not rend the chaos from my bones. So she did not. Perhaps Schörl was right - I leave too much in the hands of others. My plots and schemes and actions depend on others to respond in a manner that triggers the next step. Initiative escapes me, for it renders my operations moot.
Perhaps it's time I freed myself.
Finally the light fizzled out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 1:55 pm
He'd been keeping his eyes out since that night, trying to scour his brain for ideas that might help, coming up with little that offered more pain. He had ideas, but no grantees, and less grantee that he'd even run into the half youma again on friendly terms. At least this time he wasn't half invalid. He had a decent chance if it came to blows. It was almost with some surprise he saw a familiar tattered figure to go with the powerful signature of Chaos energy, and he was half tempted to toss the net at him as some kind of awkward joke, but thought better of it. He didn't want to have to summon it to get it unstuck, among other things, and he wasn't convinced that Alois... or Bishophite... would think having any part of him draped in a net was remotely funny. Even if... yeah it... kinda would be. "So who am I talking to tonight? Bishophite or Alois?" He called out, wondering if he'd even get a truthful answer or if he'd just get a flurry of sharp claws. "And does that make any difference right now, or are you going to try and take my arm off again?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:19 pm
"'Bischofite' and 'Alois' are silly distinctions enacted by someone who never fully discerned ze reality of zeir existence. Zere is no difference." He looked to the fading sunburst of his vision, settled over the last spark of the burnt out bulb. Waiting, he watched it fade to dull purples before giving in to its lack of opacity. It all fades away. Every deed, every word, every action left unturned. I know too well the compulsion to take care of the Negaverse, but will it remember me? Will it yearn for me? Do I want to be needed?
I stand at an impasse, the sheer cliff drop flanking both sides. On one, an ocean, and the other, a bone dry sand bank. I can see bones on either path.
Initially he wanted to explain that reaction depended on Kairatos' actions, but when he half-turned to eye the approaching knight, he banished the thought from mind. For too long have I been idle in my approach. If I want chaos, I cannot depend on an organization to blanket the whole of the earth in its throes. "I haf' no current intention of taking your arm off, but if ze fancy strikes me later, I won't make any promises. Why are you here, Kairatos? You saw what happened. You know how abysmally ze effort failed, how ze lot of you disbanded wis' your own measures of defeat, some weighing heavier zan my own. Haf' you come to kill me?"
Now fully turned toward the knight, his feverish gaze settled on Kairatos' appearance. You couldn't if you tried. So many have now, yet to no avail. I've tried, but I suspect that even a repeat endeavor may not offer such results. Perhaps my fate has truly been tethered to Metallia all this time. The Embodiment of Chaos herself...
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:32 am
"I came to find out if you had any plans to try again. I did say I was pretty sure no one had ever tried this before. Almost a shame we can't have a good look at your starseed. That would tell us a lot." He had not come to kill him. He didn't want to kill him. He didn't want him to give up either, but he wasn't sure he could convince him either. Was it selfish? "...I came to find out if you were going to try again or if you were a coward. And I don't figure you for a coward. Is this how you roll? Something that's never been done before doesn't work when done the way we do a normal purification and you go WELL THATS IT. They bailed after releasing a ******** magical mushroom cloud. Guess everyone hates me and I'll go eat worms." He threw up his hands in an exasperated parody of surrender, rolling his eyes at the drama. "That's ********' sad." If that made Bishophite try and take a piece out of him, well... at least it was something other than a melodramatic mope on an over pass. Aeeth Disclaimer: Kairatos is not a professional therapist, his methods should never be used to treat any form of depression or melancholy. If that wasn't painfully obvious. wink
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:52 pm
"You misunderstand me, Kairatos." He spoke the statement matter-of-factly. Despite the tar coating his hands and remnants of moth caught within their thick rivulets, he united his fingers in a downward-facing triangle just above his sash. Approaching the knight, he kept his tones succinct and gaze cold. "It is not cowardice zat drives me here - nor am I implying zat I intend to abandon zose efforts. I knew what was said - what was warned. I knew ze chance of failure alongside success, or deas'. I chose my own out for ze occasion of disaster, yet..."
Drawing a wordless gasp, he grinned a mix of awe and despair while he angled his gaze to the stars. "It seems it could not be so. In my own vapid folly, I cauterized Quenton's attempt and sent him away so I might die alone. When Quenton stabbed me, bos' Hvergelmir and Ida found it highly objectionable. You should'f seen it - were I in a better mood at ze time, I would've quite enjoyed ze spectacle.
"Let me explain to you somesing you might'f forgotten in purification, Former Captain Realgar. Ze Negaverse offers false freedom among its leashes - and all leashes belong to ze same owner. When I fight, she feels it. And when I tried to cut ze leash from my neck, one of her more loyal subjects came running toward my pulse of chaos. Buddingtonite, who knows me in a surfeit of ways, was ze one to learn ze trus' of ze matter. I retained identities to myself, but at ze core of zat smarmy b*****d is a wholesale interest in advancing his own aims abof'e any sense of morality or justice. Put plainly, he will likely report me to Laurelite.
"And if you remember nossing else of ze Negaverse, you must know zat ze punishment for such acts is so severe zat zey conceal it from zeir ranks. Not even I know what awaits me in her office."
The creature fanned his arms out, invoking a thick strand of tar before it broke from the tension. "Imagine it, Kairatos! Here we stand, exchanging insipid evaluations over one anozzer, and I am plucked from Spacetime like some rotten apple spirited away from its dead tree! Zen, in her office I sit, awaiting a punishment far worse zan deas'! Surely you'f seen what zis organization has to offer of traitors, blasphemers, ze wretched and ze witless! Perhaps next you'll know me as no human at all, or I'll haf' frozen permanently in place as a crystallize statue for her collections - you know my commitment to zis endeavor entails doom. Yet here you stand, so smug... so hateful of all zat trust I laid at your feet."
His hands dropped, and Bischofite approached at a despondent, aimless gait. "You sink zat knowing ze condition of my starseed might afford some meager scrap of insight into burning away ze corruption? Zen I hope you haf' a good eye for study, knight, for you'll be pressed for time."
After pressing a warped hand into his own chest, straight above the loud scar left behind by Avalon's blade, Bischofite seized his own starseed. In a pained breath, he wrenched the gem from his body - and with it, his consciousness. Both the seed and body collapsed to the floor in tandem, unceremoniously.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 4:23 pm
Out of all the possible reactions Kairatos had been preparing for... that... really wasn't the one he was looking for. He remembered being plucked from place to the summons of Zinkenite, or the other General Kings, but not Metallia. Who apparently considered his desertion so insignificant that, to his knowledge, it remained entirely UN-investigated, and although he could imagine the terror, he wasn't sure even that would have brought him to the point he'd have been able to do what Bishophite had done. ...Still. Maybe it was his time in the negaverse, but he'd been given a chance to bring Iris, Zia... anyone who could look, who might understand... information they might be able to use, and he lept for the fallen half-Youma and his star seed. "s**t. s**t. ********. STUPID. ********. DRAMATIC. SON-OF-A-b***h." He scrambled to get his hands on the star seed, fumbling around to try and summon his keys for the little key fob light, which he jammed between his teeth, painfully, biting down to aim the beam, and pawed frantically at his cell phone, punching repeatedly at the Camera button until it loaded at what felt like glacial speed. "C'mnC'mnC'mn." He muttered. How was it he felt endlessly slow? How was it that he was not fast enough? He hadn't been fast enough for Degrasse. He had to be fast enough for Bishophite. They had to find a way to help before Metallia... Nope. Not thinking about it. Think about this. He aimed the beam frantically at the star seed, barely registering more than the lighting and the view through the cell phones camera lenz as he snapped several pictures, hoping one at least would come out, and then unceremoniously dropped the cell phone with a clatter, spitting the keys on the ground as he lurched forward to try and put the star seed back, less a gentle placement and more an aggressive slam as though he were also trying to do an poorly trained form of CPR crossed with a body slam. "******** STUPID SON OF A b***h." There might have been a second, angry punch in the stomach in there somewhere, even if it was a bit muffled because maybe punching comatose people who were probably going to be tortured wasn't really very polite. But goddamn it did kind of feel good.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 9:07 pm
The creature woke with a start, first registering the bloom of pain from the very core of him, leaving murmurs behind near the weary wound in his chest, and a newly-minted groan from his stomach. He groaned softly as a warped hand trailed to the still-fresh injury. Everything hurt, everything swam. Slowly he opened his eyes to a world unfocused, a shock of dismal colors roiling together for some Lovecraft feverdream before reality cemented itself. He groaned softly before shifting his half-lidded gaze to Kairatos, who sounded entirely too livid for a heady boon granted.
Bischofite made no effort to sit up. "Tell me zat wasn't a waste - zat you saw somesing interesting." Slowly his gaze drifted while he rolled to lay on his side, slightly curled. His wings ached, though he knew not why. He didn't care once he sighted the phone lying atop the ground, open and projecting its own weak light across the pavement. "I see... Pictures. Clever. A gamble, too..." And we may never know for certain what good it might do - should anyone find it prudent to pluck me from the ground and drag my rotten corpse back to the Rift...
Slowly Bischofite reached out toward the cell phone - an effort impossibly costly and entirely too slow. I should know what it looks like. And I wonder what other photos you've taken, knight - might I find your native self on here? A friend? A girlfriend? Parents? I wonder if I might find evidence of your life before, of those you knew and loved as Realgar. And if I saw what files you saved... I wonder how much of the Negaverse would know you already.
If I am truly a puppet...
Bischofite ceased his reach for the phone, allowing his hand to lay limp not far from the screen. "It always hurts to do zat. Always... It never gets easier." I wonder if you've ever attempted as much - though I suppose it's not conducive to survival. Even under pretense of 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine'. Not that I would mind with him, but... I can't imagine his agreement to it. Might be fun to try, if I ever managed a decent recovery from my emaciated state.
"Help me up."
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 6:37 am
"I'm not the expert in what starseeds are supposed to look like." Kairatos heaved a sigh of relief as Bishophite woke, wondering if he should apologize for punching him or not. "Weirdest one I've seen is a Dark Mirror one. So... pictures." He debated going for the phone first, not that there was much on it. It was a new phone since keeping the same number he had as Falco Marks would have led to problems, but instead he reached to offer Bishophite a hand, eyeing him with a mix of facination, horror and amazement. "You've done this before? Seriously?" He had never even tried. The closest anyone had been to his star seed was when Zinkenite had first woken him as Realgar, and no one since. Not that he hadn't wondered. Especially after purification. Was it brighter, dimmer, or more damaged than the ones he had once pulled from two civilian boys? Were there visible traces of darkness in it's depths? Was it as recognizable as the soul of a man who had once been part of the negaverse the way the seed of a Dark Mirror was recognizable with it's strange parasitic looking coat? "Man you are seriously nuts and I'm not even sure if that's a compliment or not." Maybe a little bit compliment, a little bit not. It was definitely amazing. "Have a look if you want, if it tells you anything." He meant the phone, of course, but he wasn't a mind reader. "Seriously though I could've used a little ******** warning."
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 1:33 pm
"Mmm, I'f seen one before." The comment hung in the air for a time, suspended with his efforts. Only when systemic pain abated to a manageable level did he venture to clarify his comment. "Shortly before Wolframite's little stunt as White Phoenix, I claimed one of zeir Dark Mirror starseeds to proof' devotion to ze act, as my reputation... Lacks much loyalty to my comrades. I never studied it closely at ze time, but I know... Zey were different somehow. Not quite ze same as a corrupt's, yet not ze same as zeir White Moon counterparts. Even now... I don't remember enough of it to place why I sought zey looked different. What a shame." The creature sighed, closing his eyes to a dull throbbing. Talons dug lightly into the dislodged detritus of the road, trawling out dirt and macadam.
"Starseeds were somesing of a fascination of mine, for a time. I'f seen... Most of zem. Corrupt, White Moon, Dark Mirror, yet not... My own, if it has changed. Not a knight's." He smiled darkly, hidden by a tattered sleeve. Though I suspect you won't trust me with that endeavor. Es ist egal; I never asked in the first place.
In taking the offered hand, he pulled himself to an unsteady stand. The sudden rekindling of his faculties left him reeling somewhat, and the relatively new adjustment to his center of gravity required a measure more time than the rest to return to him. "Yes, I'f done it before, when I was demoted to Lieutenant rank. I showed it to Persephone, who was White Moon at ze time. She had ze audacity to return it, zough she knew of my prior transgressions. Persephone, who now stands among us as a corrupted Eternal. However... I haf' doubts zat my little stunt swayed her decision. She later pulled my starseed while I was a civilian... Strange how zese events circle in full." He offered a laugh, weakened and raspy, abrasive from collapsing to the floor.
'Have a look if you want'. You will learn to temper phrasing around me, Kairatos, whether by sheer trauma or the realization that your survival often depends on it.
After waving away the last of the knight's snark, the creature bent forward to retrieve the discarded (and slightly damaged) cell phone. "Alright, since you're offering..." With gaze focused on the backlit picture on screen, Bischofite thrust his free hand toward the blonde to usurp the scrap of soul inside, wrenching it from safe haven in one fluid movement. Afterward he lifted his attention from the phone to examine the starseed now heated and glowing in his palm, offering a softness wholly absent from the Negaverse.
The phone dropped soon afterward, offering nothing but images he could view at his leisure. Instead, both hands rose to cup around the starseed, urging the gem closer to his visage. The heat radiated in a calming manner, chasing away what cold lingered on his neck and chin. It offered no scent, strangely - no indicators that it belonged to Kairatos specifically beyond the deep red that adorned his uniform as well. A glance cast toward the now prone body at his feet offered no indicators to the untrained eye that he lacked his starseed, either. "I always liked ze heat," he confessed to deaf ears.
"But if I offered any warning, I suspect you would find cause for uncooperatif' behavior." Bischofite spared a final examination of the starseed, holding it close for careful study of any hairline cracks or flecks of corruption. "How curious... Like you were never taken wis' Chaos. I wonder if I will know ze same luck as you, Ex-Realgar." Afterward he crouched toward the prone knight, handling the starseed in a meticulous fashion, shortly before wholesale immersing his hand to the wrist in Kairatos' chest to return his starseed in a most painful manner. Once he withdrew his hand, the creature eyed him for any signs of a fist to the face, as he expected for a certainty.Ryuthulhu oops i accidentally your starseed
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 2:10 pm
"Alright, since you're offering..." The sudden shock and pain that burned through him like an bolt of electricity jarred sharply against the mundane quality of Bishophite's casual examination of the cell phone screen, it hurt like nothing he could remember, and burned away everything in it's path to blackness. It was a emptiness and void of sensation that, as far as he knew, could have been seconds, or could have been millennium, and it was just as abruptly shattered by new pain as Bishophite jammed his starseed back into place, turning what might have been a slow return to consciousness into a weak jerk of agony as he instinctively trying to curl up to protect himself from harm, consciousness coming back in confused flickered through the shattered remains of that eerie timeless black. It took him several breaths to even sort out what exactly had happened, and his expression hardened in an accusing green stare as he grated a breathless sounding "Motherfu..." He cut himself off trying to pull himself back up, frantically pausing to search his own arms, which he was relieved to find were still dressed in red and gold armor, not black and orange leather. "You..." He was furious, embarrassed... hated to admit it but morbidly curious. "Ha-hang on." He wasn't even sure he could get to his feet yet. Corrupting hadn't felt so terrible, or maybe he had just forgotten in the haze of anger and the need to feel anything, even if it was pain. "...Trying to... decide if I should ******** you... or ask what you found." He laughed, suddenly, struck by a bolt of graveyard humor. "Jeezus you b*****d." He was just so relieved not to have been re-corrupted, to hell with the dying part. "Dude I got so much of my life nuked i don't even remember my first kiss and here you are with your paws all up in my starseed." It wasn't funny, but he couldn't stop laughing at it as he rocked back to sit down awkwardly and recover from the surreal moment. "Buy me dinner first you ********/>
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 5:07 pm
Not a fast learner, I see.
Kairatos roused, as he expected, though luckily the man never tried to break Bischofite's mask into his face. The creature straightened, curious gaze set on the blonde while he struggled to collect himself after an undoubtedly jarring experience. During the time, Bischofite remained quiet in observation. Only when Kairatos started to object in his own semi-absent manner did the youma general venture to speak. "It's much like someone who died enduring defibrillation. A systemic pain, one zat runs deep, while ze mental faculties struggle to surmount ze overwhelming stimuli of such a painful feat. You feel like you lost time - like you fainted, but furzer. I suspect you won't know ze pain of reclaiming your starseed a second time, Kairatos. Most agents would lay claim to zat seed indefinitely."
The remark of strangulation drew a lukewarm recoil. Absently a hand pressed to the side of his neck, where a winged tattoo once lingered. Realizing this, he forced himself toward the knight, brushing gravel and detritus from the man's face to detract from his previous strain of thought. "It is, from what I can tell, a normal starseed. it bears a similar warms' to what I'f found on senshi starseeds, yet feels far less... Abrasif' to my senses. I suspect zat might haf' somesing to do wis' corruption more zan legitimate objectivity. Additionally, it's red - I don't know if zat has much significance to you. Zere are no cracks, no marks, no inconsistencies in color. No aftereffects of Chaos, so far as I can see.
"However, I don't know if zis is commonplace for your faction, as I'f never seen a knight's starseed before." A marvel that it is so.
Kairatos' candor felt legitimate, so much so that Bischofite laughed at the audacity of it. "You're tempting fate by saying such sings, Knight. While I doubt zat any establishment would agree to serf' someone half-monstrous in appearance, I suspect I could offer you a kiss to remember." Or loathe - and that's the greater draw of it. How do you look when squirming, Kairatos? Would you enjoy it? Having your starseed pulled left you in surprisingly good humor, despite the exorbitant agony involved. I've never given warning before; let's see how you behave with foreshadowing lingering in the air.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 5:39 pm
"I know they would." The inappropriate, slightly broken edged laughter faded and he ran his fingers roughly through his hair until they caught at the nape of his neck at the place where it was tied back, and he tugged them free with a wince and snapped strands of blond hair. "Or corrupted me again to drag me back as a trophy." He jerked again instinctively when Bishophite moved to brush dirt and leaves off him, giving him the wary stare of an animal that has just remembered that you can, and will, hurt them. The line of his mouth narrowed to a thin line, a habit he'd started to demonstrate under stress, and he slowly pushed himself to his feet, as though he were made of glass and afraid to break apart. He was already trying to hide the faint tremor in his hands as the full magnitude of things settled in over him, uncomfortable and clinging. "Glad it's fine." he muttered. "I always wondered if there was anything left there, but I guess it's just me in here." He forced a wry smile back to his face as he added. "And I'm afraid Babylon beat you to the punch for stealing the first kiss I can remember, the little s**t. Not even his style. Blame the wonder at Mistral. Never go to Mistral. I'm not sure I'd go back there again if it brought back the Senshi of Mars." To hell with the Moon Queen, he just wanted to know who it was he was reborn to serve. Hell maybe Bishophite's goddamn tar would burn Babylon's lips out of his memory, or the taste of Degrasse's blood splattered on everyone. "Tempting fate is what I do. You're the only negaverse agent whose had the balls to even try and lay hand on my starseed and you put it back. ******** Fate. I'll cut that leash too if I have to."
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 6:35 pm
"Were zat only so." Bischofite smiled, absent mirth - all teeth and menace. "We whould'f worked well togezzer, and I cannot deny zat ze temptation struck me, zough I lack ze astronomical power of a general-soverign to execute such an alteration to your soul. Additionally, zat would require my... Continued loyalties to ze monumental failure known as ze Negaverse - a militaristic organization zat, curiously, showcases no devotion to chaos in its natural state." He paused, offering a faux dramatic gasp to illustrate his point.
"Worry not, Kairatos." The creature fanned his wings in a spread of gasps, breaths rent from the air as one just second from asphyxiation. "Chaos lurks in everyone. Ze extent of it lies in our actions. In our minds. Chaotic energy... Is nothing but a facsimile of its potential." Restraining the pair to his back once more, Bischofite continued in a single voice. "Chaos is predictable only by its unpredictability, yet ze Negaverse is anysing but. And as a devout follower of chaos... I find no reason to induct ozzers into zis bastardization of its true state." How it pains me to know that Metallia is a facsimile of true chaos... And what of her power? The lot of us receive the same skills and abilities through her as any other officer. Even senshi receive a portion of their abilities overwritten by her flood of energy. I don't... Want to think about this right now. Not here.
I can't tell if I'm thinking correctly. I need to address this with Quenton.
Bischofite folded his hands into the tatters of his coat while he listened to Kairatos' hastened and possibly mindless tangent. Babylon? I don't recognize the name, outside of a myriad references to Babel. The hanging gardens, the biblical ties... Another knight? Could it be one like him, with red and gold motifs and militaristic attire? "You flatter yourself. Zere are no temptations to fate - only temptations to your fellow man and beast." On a whim, Bischofite chose to seize the base of his half-mask's beak and wrench the bone fixture from his face, resulting in thick gouts of tar clinging desperately between the inner shell and the upper half of his features. Only when he managed to pull the tarred mask far enough from his visage did the blackened material finally snap, retracting into the mask unceremoniously. In its place spread black face paint across his features - whether simply blackened from use of tar or not.
"You are braf'e, Kairatos, and I do not dispense compliments lightly. However, you lack ze foresight to fully understand ze repercussions of your actions, which amplifies zat bravery. Did you ever pause and sink zat I might actually do it? What is kissing a man to wrenching his soul from his body? A veritable step down, I would say." The creature advanced on his audience, slowly and deliberately, mask still at hand with the shell fitting flush in his palm. "We so often learn srough trial and error, Kairatos. Ze stof'e receives a measure of caution because we first learn of its hazards by burning ourselves. You dropped your guard around me, and because of it, your starseed was taken from you for a time. And now... You spoke of an action zat promises an interesting reaction. How do you expect zis course of interaction will progress? Wis' a kiss?"
When the gap between the pair closed beyond conversational distance, Bischofite leaned in close, yet paused a breath away from the other man's face to instead press the tarred mask to Kairatos' visage. Despite the measure of surprise afforded by the action, he knew not whether he could manage success given the knight's burgeoning wariness.Ryuthulhu i figure he might've wizened up to things coming out of left field with that starseed gank, so he might stop bisch from jamming his mask onto kairatos' face. your choice!
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 6:09 am
"I think I'm done playing games." Kairatos rumbled, his hand shooting up to grab for Bishophite's wrist, to try and freeze it, and the mask in place, with the mask trapped between them, glaring back at the younger man... or... creature, through the eye holes. "Chaos as the negaverse serves it is a fat and bloated predator that only allows others to serve it until they run out of other tasty tidbits to cram into it's jaws, and frankly, I don't have time to do more than eyeroll at someone..." He shook his head slightly, trying to find the words he was looking for. "Someone smashing through normal behavior like an pissed off toddler smashing plates. I get it. You're a monster. You can kill me, or pretty much anyone you feel like, by getting close enough to rip out their soul. You're a stone cold bad a** and you are so ******** proud of being a monster that you came running to us to quit. Now are we done playing shock value games or did you want to threaten to use tongue?" He snapped. Watching the painful process by which Bishophite removed his bone masks made him wince, but but he was kind of fed up as well. "I came out here to check if you were alright, to give you an little support if you needed it, not to get jerked around because you think it's ********' hilarious." "Zinkenite mistook me for an attack dog too stupid to do anything but follow orders, look how far that got him. Maybe I'm not the sharpest took in the shed. I'll deal. But my patience for being yanked around because someone thinks that's their right for knowing more bits of old books is really ******** limited. You need all the help you can get right now, and right now you're about one ******** up from me deciding you're not serious enough about this to put another minutes effort in. So help me out here with the cliff notes version. What's worth more to you? Someone who will stick around and help as he can, or getting your rocks off trying to figure out what freaks me out?" Aeeth Hopefully this is ok! He's not actively trying to hurt Bish, but if he can he'll continue to use just enough strength to try and keep Bish's arm at bay until Bish decides to back off or tries something new.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 8:11 am
Despite efforts pushed until his muscles ached with the force, Bischofite found no means of overpowering the knight. He stood whole, untouched by malnourishment - unlike the beast that sought to crown him with mask. Finally he abandoned his efforts, withdrawing wrist from hand as he tied the mask to the remainders of his sash. There it sat quietly among the rest - ever hollow until donned for further theatrics.
The words offered produced a seethe beneath his skin, hardly different from the slow boil his veins constantly withstood. The creature snarled, his very nerve endings seething with distaste for rebuke, as he closed what twisted talons he possessed into fists. One unraveled into an open-handed strike against Kairatos' outstretched hand, should it still linger toward the creature. Afterward he rounded on his heel, back to the blonde, and paced out a few steps to widen the gap between roiling hate and fuel for the fire. Closing his eyes, Bischofite forced him to exhale a measure of the derision pent up in his system; so often, now, he found himself slave to emotions better managed in a wholly human appearance.
Idly he wondered if Malicious yet pulled at his strings.
"Do you really sink I want someone standing around to watch me unravel while I face ze reality of my fate? Tell me, Kairatos, what good would zat do me? You offer me help, but what wors' is it against ze Negaverse? You cannot squirrel me away from zem, from zeir ever-present connection to me, no matter your interest in doing so. I don't know how much time I haf' left - if zey will commit me to some eternal prison or furzer convert me into a youma. I don't know..." He faltered, breath caught between teeth.
Finally he looked toward his hands, both offered palm-up in the pale gaze of street lamps. "Scraps of quotes from tired old novels can offer me nossing now. No amount of Kafka, Plas', Hemingway, Göthe, Nietzsche could absolf'e me from anysing - zey are but words caked wis' dust to sway zose susceptible to prettied phrases. Ze Negaverse is not of zat count.
"You offer help and continued presence. But tell me, Kairatos, do you really want to stand at my side while I deteriorate? Do you want to be zere when ze Negaverse claims ze last of me? Because if I had my choice... None of ze world would witness zat revolting transition. Even if it demands parlor tricks and shock value to dissuade you."Ryuthulhu haha bisch is so emaciated what is strength
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