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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 7:02 pm
The night heralded little more than ushered footsteps thus far, clips of hurry from those who knew better to stray in the path of the Negaverse. These small portions of ambience fascinated the creature wholeheartedly, and with each click of a door or latch of a window came a small, knowing smile mangled with malice. During the stretches of silence in their patrol, he often wondered about the true reasoning behind their small flights: were they so stricken with awe and fear of the Dark kingdom's power, or did the populace figure Negaverse soldiers for harbingers of terrorist showdowns? Shrugging the thought away, he turned his attentions to his silent and glowering partner.
"Is it not strange and wondrous to sink zat, in ze heart of each human we cross, zere might be some latent, damnable source of senshi power? In zat building zere, we might house a knight. Perhaps behind us, a dormant senshi. And in zat corner apartment wis' ze light on, a Dark Mirror biding time to take to ze stars. Even now, so burdened wis' oppresif' order, ze reality we shape is yet so rife wis' conflict and chaos. A marvel, isn't it Andronicus? A marvel zat ze stars, so dimmed by light pollution, might harbor just a few more soldiers among its ranks to try for anozzer desperate stand - to surprise us wis' a beleaguered scheme hatched of bleak outlook." He sighed, wings an echo of sentiment, shortly before offering a curt smirk toward his companion.
"I brought you wis' me to talk of zose soldiers amongst ze stars, Andronicus. Specifically, zose of Mirror orientation zat so lust to return to dead planets. Tell me, General, what do you know of zeir recent endeavors? As one of ze unfortunate few forced to interact wis' zeir insipid kind, I expect you are aware of zeir recent movements and inclinations." Rounding a corner, Bischofite trawled his gaze across a vast expanse of darkness where a pharmacy once stood, now sporting the sprouts of new metal jutting from cement foundations. Idly he wondered of the source of the fire. "Additionally, I want to know if Remarque is dead yet."
Yet a spark of activity in his peripheral drew him from the conversation, and the creature looked toward the pair of teenagers lounging together, feet kicking back and forth while they sat atop a connecting steel beam. Coke cans sat on either side while they focused mutual attention on what looked like a can of spray paint. He caught wind of a giggle from the girl. The creature groaned lowly, threaded with a handful of voices before he pulled wings taut against his shoulders, effectively silencing their sparse contributions.
Slowly he shifted toward his partner, offering her a half-lidded look of pleasant mirth at the situation. "Perhaps after your report, General, we could play a game."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 2:30 pm
She found it ironic she was paired with him for this. Perhaps ironic was wrong. Cruel twist of fate was a better term. Andronicus loathed Bischofite. The tarred youma general king was one thing, the fact he'd tried to bring another rift into Destiny City all those years ago was another. He was blood thirsty, he was twisted, and all she wanted to do was snap his neck and end his existence. Preferably with her poleaxe through his chest too. He was an abomination, and just another officer completely at home in this new world. It made Andronicus want to puke.
The general was careful around him for numerous reasons, the largest of which was the fact he could probably kill her if she spoke wrong. She was on Dark Mirror watch, which meant everyone liked to come to her for information. Including... this a*****e. She gritted her teeth as he spoke of what a marvel it was the city had turned into such a 'beautiful' place. Andronicus brought up part of her cloak over her nose, trying to fend off some of the burning tar smell.
"They've been doing their best to stay on our good sides. I think they suspect we will go after after them as we go after the White Moon. As long as they keep their loyalties with us, I don't see why this is an issue. A few rogues have been dealt with in the last few weeks. Nothing major. As for Remarque, he is unfortunately still breathing. Leto has gone off the deep end, as my sources tell me, but she's fallen off the radar for now," she told him. It was not all lies and it was not all truth, but it colored her words in favor of Negaverse loyalties. She glanced at the gangle of teenagers, then at Bischofite and her face hardened.
"Sir, we need those for energy donations. Or to fill the ranks," said the General, her voice threaded with a warning. Did she want to have take on a General King all by herself to protect a bunch of civilians? No. Would she do it, because deep down she still held onto the idea of protecting them? Yes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 6:39 pm
"It is only natural to eliminate competition. In time, ze Dark Mirror will grow wholly useless to us - even as a facet to provide a second front in zis war. More succinctly, I do not understand why we haven't hunted ze last of zeir kind down and flooded Mirrorspace wis' true chaos. Ach, es ist egal. In time, everysing will perish. Even us, General." He cast a half-lidded glance toward Andronicus, pleased with the idea of absolution through Metallia.
"Curiously, ze Dark Mirror do not subscribe to ze natural order of sings in zis universe. Zat, perhaps, renders zem a far more dangerous product in zis war - for who are we to know what laws pertain to zese puppeted abominations? Zey are not of our time, our place. And for zat, I cannot trust zem. Surely you remember ze time when I intended to drown zis wretched city in a second Rift? During zat time I fully intended to annihilate Leto and send a message to her tawdry little Court. If nossing else, zat was my greatest regret in failure. To be rid of zat damnable woman... I would'f traded surefire success of my plans for it."
The creature sighed as he braced himself against the brick wall behind, oozing gouts of tar down its surface. "I know zeir wors', zose teenagers. I know zey might proof' useful individuals for our ranks, or fodder to fill our coffers. But..." Bischofite rolled his fingers together in a loose fist before spreading them wide, offering toward her an empty palm. "Tell me, Andronicus. Would you prefer a bowl full of butcher's scraps, or a bowl full of savory seasoned stew? Inducting zese brats as-is amounts to ze former - wis' no work put into shaping zem up, we haf' inane officers not wors' ze mineral names zey claim. However..." A slow grin crossed his lips while he eyed his partner.
"Imagine if we killed half of zem. Any of zem, really - I'm not terribly picky on who. Wis' a fear for ze Negaverse readily ingrained, zose left will eizer put up a fight wors' remembering or submit to corruption wis' fresh trauma to attribute to our strengs' in ze Dark Kingdom. And Chaos offers a... unique mindset. Most corrupted find zemselfs more easily given to Metallia's whims, despite zeir previous intentions. You are a good example of zat, Former Knight Andronicus. Now pick your claims and let's start in on ze fun."
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 5:12 pm
Andronicus so enjoyed when Bischofite spoke like this. Half the time she could barely understand him through the accent, and the other half she couldn't understand how he thought like he did. He had ideals but they were warped, they were destructive, and it was people like him who'd destroyed her life. Not much she could do about that at this point in time.
Especially when he threatened civilians.
"We are not killing them, Bischofite. Corrupt them, drain them of energy, but we are not killing them," she said, her voice hardening. She stood in front of the Youma King, her long poleaxe materializing into her hands. She shifted her grip on the shaft, falling into a stance in front of the teens. Andronicus was not going to let anyone die on her watch. The city still needed civilians, and ruling with fear was not going to help the Negaverse anymore than it already was.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 8:01 pm
"And why not, Andronicus? What case could you plead for zem zat might change my mind? We are not gods over life and deas' - if it is zeir fate to die, zen we would end zem. If it is not, fate would haf' it zat zey survif'e. Even if we're not ze direct cause, and zeir lives were predetermined - a drunk driver, a jealous ex, even a scrap of building material might cut zem short. So what is ze harm of having zat rare moment where you claim ownership of zeir lives? Andronicus, you'f forgotten how to haf' fun." Why preserve life? It loses its meaning when held forever. Do you think youma value their perpetual existence, Andronicus?
Perhaps you were better suited to rotting and squatting like the White Moon.
"It looks to me like you're willing and determined to fight for zem, Andronicus. Strangers zat you'f never met. Warm meat bags zat offer nossing to our regime. To... Metallia. Is zat so? Would you raise your weapon against your own superior, forfeit your life for a few flecks of trash strewn in ze street? Ach, well, ze beauty of chaos is in its unpredictability.
"So our game has changed, General," he lilted, the corner of his mouth warped into a smirk. Half-lidded eyes full of baiting mischief settled on her while he leaned in to speak on an even level. "If you won't join along, zen you could try to stop me. I promise I'll make it fun." With a drawn breath, a spatial shift left him gone from her sight, beyond her back and within the perimeter where the teenagers played their games. Rubble, backpacks, decks of cards, trash, sleeping bags, cigarettes.
He knew it all, on some level. He knew the smell of smoke that struck his nose when he seized the first of the lot. Marlboro Black 100s, he thought, as it flashed across the back of his mind. The scream wrenched his attentions to reality, where he focused on the punk-dressed girl as she struggled and pried at his warped hand.
"Are you coming, Andronicus?" The rest knew to draw their weapons - baseball bats, knives, broken beer bottles.
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