The spiderlike youma seemingly struggled for a moment, righting its legs in a gesture uncannily similar to nervousness before it straightened its thorax and raised its head toward the winged general. A pair of pincers clasped together exactly twice before it spoke, managing each syllable with acute, almost neurotic care. “A general wants to see you.” With one narrow spindle of a leg, it pointed backward into the darkness from whence it came.
Bischofite watched it warily. “Tell me who sent you.”
The youma, taken aback by the sudden questioning, froze a moment before it tapped its pincers together and responded. “General Benitoite.”
Bischofite stood silent for a while, finally straightening his form to his full height. Half-lidded eyes lingered on the curiosity addressing him, and he weighed his options in approach or simple teleport. What could he want? Why bid for me now? What had he reclaimed from this curious future-time that so beckons him to meet with me?
“If he is serious, tell him to meet me here.” With a simple sweep of his hand, he issued the nonverbal command to return to the blonde, and deliver the message. The youma itself offered no reply, only a nod of its head and an awkward bow before skittering back into the shadows and down the side of the parapet, seemingly defiant of the laws of gravity. With a sigh, Bischofite settled in against the ledge with wings extended just beyond the drop, with long flight feathers brushing against the brick in a rasp.
There was still far too much to consider, far too much to do before the night was over. While exhausted, his mind roiled in a storm of thought.
Sleet Tempest Snape
Ever since the memories had started, memories which shouldn’t have been his, the ashen blond had hidden away at home hoping to not have visitors of a most chaotic nature. he was worried over others remembering his traitorous nature in the future, afraid they would strike out against him now and remove him before he could do any damage. It wasn’t as though he’d done much damage anyway, something which displeased him greatly. He didn’t even care that in the future he would be a General King, not when he would be a ruler in that organization. Playing big brother was not something he sought to play - ever.
When none had come for him in the middle of the night, when none sought him out at work, and people turned up at his tea shop still and not a word was spoken about what he would become. he had to hope that it wasn’t just that people were being silent, that there was some plot in the works against him, but rather that no one knew. He couldn’t allow himself to think the opposite, the alternate ideas, or he would become a nervous wreck that feared every shadow and that would do him no good.
It was while in partial hiding, only powering up to manage the tea shop at night, that he had let his thoughts wander. He had seen what was to come and he didn’t approve, and not just because of those lost; himself included. It was the whole concept! He had not signed up to be big brother, to turn the world into something out of Orwell’s famous stories. He had signed up to help prevent that world from coming to fruition and now to find out that the side he had joined, to stop it, was the side which would bring it about - unacceptable. it was utterly unacceptable but he couldn’t - no wouldn’t - change sides. He was devoted to the original reasons he had joined the negaverse and he wouldn’t leave it; he would hold his course. But he couldn’t permit this future to happen but how to prevent it? He needed a wench to throw into the wheels turning, or several wenches, and that was the problem. He couldn’t do it on his own, not at this stage in the game unlike in the future where he had worked mostly alone, he needed someone and it had to be someone with more of a mind for planning and plotting than he possessed.
It was this need, these thoughts that woke him at night and kept him from sleep, that brought him out into the night dressed in the heavy layers of a Generals uniform as he sought out Bischofite. He needed to talk to him, to someone who disliked order more than anyone else he knew, and see if he had memories of this future also and get his opinion. He just hoped the other wouldn’t for some reason turn him over to the higher ups, though he liked to think Bischofite wouldn’t due to a shared dislike for this future.
Having been looking for him for an hour now he was surprised, and pleased, when he finally felt the others signature and took off for it only for it to flee. “Why is he running?” He felt a pang of sadness grip him before he shook it off, pushed it away, and stopped. It was no use chasing him if he was just going to run off. It was why he had summoned a youma and sent it off after the other and he stood still, unmoving, and waiting for its return. He hoped Bischofite would see him, would speak with him, he needed someone to confide in and he didn’t trust anyone else enough to speak with on this matter.
It was by some stroke of bad luck, very bad luck, that the youma which had answered his summons, and was now returning to him, was a spider in nature. Shuddering as he saw it, trying not to let panic grip him, he heard its words but it was as if the words came from a distance rather than right in front of him. He didn’t spare it a look, he didn’t need to really fall into a panic attack, and vanished after dismissing the creature, teleporting closer to Bischofite’s location before he took off on foot. “Bischofite!” Calling out into the night as he drew closer and spotted the other’s form. “I have need of your help and advice…” He trailed off, knowing how needy and helpless he must sound. He stood across from the other now, the space between them easily jumpable and yet he didn’t jump it - not yet.
When none had come for him in the middle of the night, when none sought him out at work, and people turned up at his tea shop still and not a word was spoken about what he would become. he had to hope that it wasn’t just that people were being silent, that there was some plot in the works against him, but rather that no one knew. He couldn’t allow himself to think the opposite, the alternate ideas, or he would become a nervous wreck that feared every shadow and that would do him no good.
It was while in partial hiding, only powering up to manage the tea shop at night, that he had let his thoughts wander. He had seen what was to come and he didn’t approve, and not just because of those lost; himself included. It was the whole concept! He had not signed up to be big brother, to turn the world into something out of Orwell’s famous stories. He had signed up to help prevent that world from coming to fruition and now to find out that the side he had joined, to stop it, was the side which would bring it about - unacceptable. it was utterly unacceptable but he couldn’t - no wouldn’t - change sides. He was devoted to the original reasons he had joined the negaverse and he wouldn’t leave it; he would hold his course. But he couldn’t permit this future to happen but how to prevent it? He needed a wench to throw into the wheels turning, or several wenches, and that was the problem. He couldn’t do it on his own, not at this stage in the game unlike in the future where he had worked mostly alone, he needed someone and it had to be someone with more of a mind for planning and plotting than he possessed.
It was this need, these thoughts that woke him at night and kept him from sleep, that brought him out into the night dressed in the heavy layers of a Generals uniform as he sought out Bischofite. He needed to talk to him, to someone who disliked order more than anyone else he knew, and see if he had memories of this future also and get his opinion. He just hoped the other wouldn’t for some reason turn him over to the higher ups, though he liked to think Bischofite wouldn’t due to a shared dislike for this future.
Having been looking for him for an hour now he was surprised, and pleased, when he finally felt the others signature and took off for it only for it to flee. “Why is he running?” He felt a pang of sadness grip him before he shook it off, pushed it away, and stopped. It was no use chasing him if he was just going to run off. It was why he had summoned a youma and sent it off after the other and he stood still, unmoving, and waiting for its return. He hoped Bischofite would see him, would speak with him, he needed someone to confide in and he didn’t trust anyone else enough to speak with on this matter.
It was by some stroke of bad luck, very bad luck, that the youma which had answered his summons, and was now returning to him, was a spider in nature. Shuddering as he saw it, trying not to let panic grip him, he heard its words but it was as if the words came from a distance rather than right in front of him. He didn’t spare it a look, he didn’t need to really fall into a panic attack, and vanished after dismissing the creature, teleporting closer to Bischofite’s location before he took off on foot. “Bischofite!” Calling out into the night as he drew closer and spotted the other’s form. “I have need of your help and advice…” He trailed off, knowing how needy and helpless he must sound. He stood across from the other now, the space between them easily jumpable and yet he didn’t jump it - not yet.
For several moments, Bischofite only surveyed the general that manifested in front of him. He offered no words initially - only silence between the two, heavy and hard, like stones against their throats. Statuesque initially, the creature suddenly came to life in a ruffle of feathers as he pulled his wings about his arms to shield them from the bite of falling autumn. “Benitoite,” he responded sharply. “What need haf’ you for any advice of mine? You know of my reputation among our peers now. Seek zem out if you’re still so possessed of your insipid need to provide for zis fetid, decomposing faction.” Curiously enough, his gaze softened and he crossed a measure of steps to closer conversational distance, while still maintaining enough space between the pair to retain personal boundary.
How much do you know of the future, I wonder? I can’t be the only one. Perhaps it was all a delusion at that. Lack of food, lack of water, constant starvation… Surely dementia isn’t impossible for me. “I will listen to whatever spurs you so, but I will dispense opinion as I see fit. So spit it out, Benitoite - what troubles you so?” Is it, perhaps, the knowledge that the world will adopt a stifling, suppressive government figure known as the Negaverse? That our roles as slaves shackled to our yokes will become blisteringly clear as we advance our cause?
If that is truly the case, then wake up, Benitoite. Wake up and know that we were never meant to save the world as we are now.
Only Metallia.
“And be quick about it, for I may not be at your side for long.” Afterward he cast gaze toward the horizon, incessantly vigilant toward any who might approach.
Sleet Tempest Snape
Those several minutes seemed to drag on, to last far longer than they did in reality, but finally the other spoke and it calmed him to hear the other speak. That familiar accent was much welcomed by the teen as he worried over being rejected, sent away, by the other and not being able to seek the other’s advice and thoughts. Did Bischofite know how much it meant to hear the other acknowledge him, even in the manner he did now? He was fairly certain the other did, he knew far too much in his opinion. Though right now that was perhaps a good thing.
“Did you see what I saw? Please, tell me I’m not the only one who saw what we are doomed to live in. I have been, for the most part, locked in my home for fear of some general King or General Queen coming for me in the middle of the night.” To put an end to him before he could betray their side. The fact that they hadn’t worried him so much. Did they know and were biding their time? Did they not know? Did they know and were waiting, watching and letting him torment himself? He wouldn’t put such actions above them, he wouldn’t put anything above them at this point; not after what he’d seen.
“If you’ve seen it then tell me what you make of it, what do you think of what is to be our future?” You dead, me as well, branded a traitor and so many more dead. It wasn’t anything he wanted for them or anyone else, it wasn’t why he fought and killed.
“Did you see what I saw? Please, tell me I’m not the only one who saw what we are doomed to live in. I have been, for the most part, locked in my home for fear of some general King or General Queen coming for me in the middle of the night.” To put an end to him before he could betray their side. The fact that they hadn’t worried him so much. Did they know and were biding their time? Did they not know? Did they know and were waiting, watching and letting him torment himself? He wouldn’t put such actions above them, he wouldn’t put anything above them at this point; not after what he’d seen.
“If you’ve seen it then tell me what you make of it, what do you think of what is to be our future?” You dead, me as well, branded a traitor and so many more dead. It wasn’t anything he wanted for them or anyone else, it wasn’t why he fought and killed.
Idly he considered denying all knowledge of their future, of all the events transpired in such bleak and gritty detail that so many had endured. Benitoite’s confirmation of it relayed that the visions must’ve been disseminated to others. For a while he simply furrowed his brow beneath the mask, studying Benitoite intently. Afterward he looked out once more toward the horizon, approaching the parapet until the pair stood shoulder to shoulder facing opposing directions. “I’f seen it,” he admitted quietly. “If nossing else, we now know ze true goals zat ze Negaverse intends to uphold - provided zat what was shown to us was indeed a future reality. For all we know, it might’f been White Moon magic conjured to dissuade ze lot of us from our current reality.” He sighed, suddenly wishing for a cigarette.
His hand twitched mildly at his side as he progressed. “For purposes of confirming similar experiences, I will relay what I learned of ze Negaverse fif’e years from now. Several more general-sovereigns will claim power, and soon enough our organization will haf’ seized control of political and press aspects of ze city. From zen on we suffer a false republic reign by zese new sovereigns, beneas’ ze true totalitarian domain of Metallia. We will institute regular public energy ‘donations’ and monitor daily life for any signs of traitorous behavior. Effectively, we will be operating beneas’ highly ordered and predictable pretenses razzer zan ze root of our name - Chaos.
“You should know me well enough by now, Benitoite - I do not cherish zese outcomes. I find no brilliance or wonder in a world devoid of true, legitimate Chaos. What we tout... “ He looked toward his hands, splayed out beneath the wane starlight, warped and jutting with thick black nails. “It’s all ze same. Petals from ze same flower. Shoots from ze same roots. We are not Chaos. We are Facsimile.”
And likely this outcome isn’t one you wished for either, oh Alex of the People. You treasure humans far too much to resort to treating them like cattle. I always wondered why you were in the Negaverse; were it not for the presence of senshi or knights as enemy, I doubt you would’ve touched a blade. How curious indeed.
Sleet Tempest Snape
With the other at his side he listened to the other speak and found himself nodding along to his words, telling of a world he had seen and knew. A world so unlike this one and yet not hard to picture this one becoming. He could see how it could happen, too easily, and it disturbed him and also angered him. Had he joined the wrong side all those years ago? But he hadn’t even known of other options, known anything other than what he’d been told that night. he hadn’t known then that he could become something else and now...now he wouldn’t change sides. He had made his grave, so to speak, and he would lie in it. He accepted his side in this war he just didn’t accept his position in it; that would change soon.
“You are the same world I did. I saw you dead with a cat and a senshi who was dying.” Closing his eyes for a moment, fighting against the mental vision of that which popped up in his head, he finally opened his eyes after a moment and turned to face the other. “I was with the senshi I told you about, the one I asked you not to harm, we saved him.” Though he wondered if this would please the other to know or not, he didn’t know why he’d said it even. But he had found the words passing his lips before he could stop them from pouring forth.
“I know you well enough, indeed, though I’m sure you know me better than I know you. I do know you can’t like what is to become of the world. I don’t either, as I’m sure you know, it is not why I joined the Negaverse and I cannot permit this to happen.” His words were sure of themselves, even though he knew in the future his deceit would bring him death, it was worth it in his mind. “I’m not a sheep to blindly bring about whatever future Metallia wants especially that one.” He stated with a shake of his head to emphasize his words.
“I doubt you know it, I never went to you then, but I was a spy for the other side.” Biting down on his bottom lip as he risked so much right now, but he trusted the other not to betray him. Neither of them liked this future so he could trust Bischofite - right? “I got caught, tortured, rescued, captured again, and killed. They win as far as I know. I did too little. I know I’m not a General King ,I may never become one, and I know I have only a small fraction of power but I cannot just sit by and let this future happen but I’m not the planner you are. There must be something other than spying which can be done to help prevent this future from coming to fruition.” He needed the others help, he couldn’t allow such atrocities to happen, and he felt one arm lifting and a hand reaching out for the other gently. Placing his hand on the others shoulder. “I need your help...if you want to bring chaos to chaos.”
“You are the same world I did. I saw you dead with a cat and a senshi who was dying.” Closing his eyes for a moment, fighting against the mental vision of that which popped up in his head, he finally opened his eyes after a moment and turned to face the other. “I was with the senshi I told you about, the one I asked you not to harm, we saved him.” Though he wondered if this would please the other to know or not, he didn’t know why he’d said it even. But he had found the words passing his lips before he could stop them from pouring forth.
“I know you well enough, indeed, though I’m sure you know me better than I know you. I do know you can’t like what is to become of the world. I don’t either, as I’m sure you know, it is not why I joined the Negaverse and I cannot permit this to happen.” His words were sure of themselves, even though he knew in the future his deceit would bring him death, it was worth it in his mind. “I’m not a sheep to blindly bring about whatever future Metallia wants especially that one.” He stated with a shake of his head to emphasize his words.
“I doubt you know it, I never went to you then, but I was a spy for the other side.” Biting down on his bottom lip as he risked so much right now, but he trusted the other not to betray him. Neither of them liked this future so he could trust Bischofite - right? “I got caught, tortured, rescued, captured again, and killed. They win as far as I know. I did too little. I know I’m not a General King ,I may never become one, and I know I have only a small fraction of power but I cannot just sit by and let this future happen but I’m not the planner you are. There must be something other than spying which can be done to help prevent this future from coming to fruition.” He needed the others help, he couldn’t allow such atrocities to happen, and he felt one arm lifting and a hand reaching out for the other gently. Placing his hand on the others shoulder. “I need your help...if you want to bring chaos to chaos.”
Dead with a cat and a senshi? What I remember hardly begs such an outcome, unless I died in a pile of corpses. I remember… I managed to rend a few lives before I lost all senses to fire. “And how did you know zat zis senshi didn’t bring about my deas’? Or do you know so little loyalty to me in ze future zat you would rescue zose zat do me harm? I wonder if you ever loved me, Alex - if you would shame me so.” He spoke the words maliciously, his lip on the edge of a snarl. “You always side wis’ your heart over your head. Did you lof’e him all ze more, zen? Was he somesing to you?” It felt far too easy to jab at the blonde with the myriad barbs at his disposal - too tempting, too rewarding for what little effort he paid out.
It felt almost automatic now.
“It does not surprise me to hear zat you would spy for ze resistance, as we termed zem. How you managed it wis’out detection beneas’ zeir ubiquitous gaze escapes me, but I suppose we eizer suffered some serious oversight or you were mastermind enough at it at ze time to evade prying eyes. Es ist egal; your reasoning behind such actions or execution of zem is beside ze point.” He sighed gently, wishing for the sharp bite of winter to carry his breath away in a haze. “Zere is… a way to break it, I belief’, assuming zat ze future we witnessed is not an inevitability.” If it is, then no manner of suicide or attempted purifications will rescue me from that fate. I’m starting to wonder if struggling is moot.
“You won’t like it - alzough you dislike ze Negaverse in its future iteration, I’f always known you to treasure ze organization. However, if you wish for zis future to remain forever a dream, zen zere is a manner in which we might s’wart it. We could… Dismantle ze Negaverse, ally wis’ White Moon cause temporarily and eradicate Metallia. How zat might be managed is… Nigh impossible, I wager. One would haf’ to utilize a Negaverse agent to reach ze bowels of ze Rift to find her, and even zen… As she controls our power, she could easily murder any one of us at ze first hint of treachery. It’s such a tawdry gamble from what I can see. Zere’s no guarantee of even a chance to win.
“Ze second option… While more individual, produces less of an impact. You could purify. Ze White moon and its constituent Knighthood sport no governing body, no overlord to which zeir power is tied - only zeir planets and wonders from what I’f learned. If you are so determined to escape zis fate, zen go to zem and seek purification. It might actually work for you.” Finally the creature sank down, casting legs over the parapet while he took a seat. Feathers brushed and bent severely against the rooftop, but he paid it little heed. “Zere must be some ozzer way…”
Sleet Tempest Snape
Why was it that Bischofite had to know how he felt for him? It gave him ammunition that he used, like now. It felt like it would be wrong to argue him, to tell him just how much he did care for him, even as he shook his head against the others words as if it might do something of worth. How could the other question him so? Question what he felt, god how pathetic that he still felt such for the other. he knew in the future he would find love...and lose it. If he’d had a past life, as a knight, had he done something so terrible as to deserve all this loss in his life? He didn’t think such was possible though. Biting his lip he shook his head once more. “no, I still love you, I’m afraid I always will. The senshi seemed awfully protective over your...body.” That word hurt to say, reminded him of the sight, of the battle field in the woods. He could almost smell the burning leaves and wood, he doubted he’d ever forget the sights, sounds, and smells of that battle field - of the whole future.
“He would not permit us to leave you behind...somehow I am sure he did not bring an end to your life.” He couldn’t say for sure but he was sure of this none the less; he just hoped Bischofite picked up on this in his voice and trusted his words and what his memories provided him. “At that point everyone needed to be saved anyway in order to strike out against the negaverse again, a last ditch effort.” With nothing left to lose aside from your own life and all those around you. A final charge against a massive enemy. he’d hoped for some miracle which would bring them a victory and it had not come. Swallowing against the lump in his throat he allowed his legs to give out under him and sat down heavily on the roofs raised ledge.
Looking up at the other, determined slate eyes drinking in the sight of the other’s figure. He didn’t find himself so turned away, disgusted, by the others form. It had never been disgust with the other’s form in a physical sense but a disgust in what had happened to him, what had been his fate and what his actions had brought about.
“I rather prefer thinking that the future, even as we saw it, is not something that is for certain. I’d like to think we can fight against it and alter it, to prevent it from happening.” because if they were doomed to that future, no matter what they did, than was it worth drawing another breath? Was it worth anything at all? Knowing what was to come would make each drawn breath that much more painful and make the world so much duller, less enjoyable. It was like a death sentence that could not be escaped, he could only imagine how many people told they had incurable, inoperable, cancer must feel like that; though he was sure many did not as well. “I don’t think I could draw another breath if I were to find out that we could not alter that which we have seen. There would be no point in me dying now or then - I will die no matter what.” But then that would alter things, correct? or would the Negaverse find some way to bring him back..only to kill him years down the road? It was a sick, and depressing, way to think and yet he couldn’t help the thoughts from coming forward. He was perhaps lucky he did not give voice to everything which bounced about his head right now. What would Bischofite say to everything he was thinking?
As the two ideas were presented he stared for a moment before looking away for a moment. “I prefer the first idea to the second, at least for myself. I just wonder how it could be done. If there is not some time, some way, to make her vulnerable.” She couldn’t read their minds, right? So she would not know what was to come if the person, or persons, could act well. “You are right though, that she controls our power and could easily kill us through it. But it is a two way street, is it not? perhaps a route back to her, from us to her through our power, could be used against her in some manner?” he didn’t know how, he didn’t even know if the thought was feasible, and yet he offered up his words before shifting and turned to sit sideways on the ledge and after a moments hesitation he leaned forward and rested his chin on the others shoulder. “Purification might actually work on me...have you had someone try and purify you?” The words a whisper, no need to raise his voice when his head was where it was, and slate eyes gazed up at the other in question. Did the other trust him enough to tell him? Had someone tried to take him away? or was there more to that simple statement?/color]
“He would not permit us to leave you behind...somehow I am sure he did not bring an end to your life.” He couldn’t say for sure but he was sure of this none the less; he just hoped Bischofite picked up on this in his voice and trusted his words and what his memories provided him. “At that point everyone needed to be saved anyway in order to strike out against the negaverse again, a last ditch effort.” With nothing left to lose aside from your own life and all those around you. A final charge against a massive enemy. he’d hoped for some miracle which would bring them a victory and it had not come. Swallowing against the lump in his throat he allowed his legs to give out under him and sat down heavily on the roofs raised ledge.
Looking up at the other, determined slate eyes drinking in the sight of the other’s figure. He didn’t find himself so turned away, disgusted, by the others form. It had never been disgust with the other’s form in a physical sense but a disgust in what had happened to him, what had been his fate and what his actions had brought about.
“I rather prefer thinking that the future, even as we saw it, is not something that is for certain. I’d like to think we can fight against it and alter it, to prevent it from happening.” because if they were doomed to that future, no matter what they did, than was it worth drawing another breath? Was it worth anything at all? Knowing what was to come would make each drawn breath that much more painful and make the world so much duller, less enjoyable. It was like a death sentence that could not be escaped, he could only imagine how many people told they had incurable, inoperable, cancer must feel like that; though he was sure many did not as well. “I don’t think I could draw another breath if I were to find out that we could not alter that which we have seen. There would be no point in me dying now or then - I will die no matter what.” But then that would alter things, correct? or would the Negaverse find some way to bring him back..only to kill him years down the road? It was a sick, and depressing, way to think and yet he couldn’t help the thoughts from coming forward. He was perhaps lucky he did not give voice to everything which bounced about his head right now. What would Bischofite say to everything he was thinking?
As the two ideas were presented he stared for a moment before looking away for a moment. “I prefer the first idea to the second, at least for myself. I just wonder how it could be done. If there is not some time, some way, to make her vulnerable.” She couldn’t read their minds, right? So she would not know what was to come if the person, or persons, could act well. “You are right though, that she controls our power and could easily kill us through it. But it is a two way street, is it not? perhaps a route back to her, from us to her through our power, could be used against her in some manner?” he didn’t know how, he didn’t even know if the thought was feasible, and yet he offered up his words before shifting and turned to sit sideways on the ledge and after a moments hesitation he leaned forward and rested his chin on the others shoulder. “Purification might actually work on me...have you had someone try and purify you?” The words a whisper, no need to raise his voice when his head was where it was, and slate eyes gazed up at the other in question. Did the other trust him enough to tell him? Had someone tried to take him away? or was there more to that simple statement?/color]
Why in the hell would anyone want to guard my corpse so closely? To tolerate the smell of rank, charred flesh and all manner of burnt viscera… He must’ve had good reason. I remember no lovers in that time, none devoted to any shred of my existence as far as I was consciously aware. I don’t… Know who it would be. It bothers me, somehow. However, Bischofite gave voice to no further inquiries on the subject; the mere thought of it unnerved him well enough. Instead he pulled wings taut to his shoulders while he looked out toward the glittering cityscape below.
“Eizer way, it’s not somesing we can proof’ currently. Batting it about is semantics at zis point - we may as well act as if we can somehow correct it instead of giving in to perceived helplessness when we haf’ no means to proof’ ze future is cemented. However, zere are certain inevitabilities, you understand - your deas’ being one of zem. I doubt even our youma know ze boon, or curse, of eternal life.” He teased toward the end.
Bischofite fostered a margin of irritation with the blonde as he declared his disinterest in purification, despite his burning need to halt what might manifest into the future they witnessed. Bischofite eyed him warily, unsure whether to consider the avoidance of purification a half-measure or simple idiocy. “So you want to be tied to ze one who cracks ze whip, but you also want to defy her ideal future? How does zat make sense, Alex? Where do you get off staying in such a Sacher-Masoch relationship wis’ Metallia yet wanting nossing to do wis’ her ends? You are but her means, Alex, and because of zat, she can end you whenever she likes. You were never ze brightest one I worked wis’,” he admitted irritably.
Shifting slightly, he rolled his shoulders to crack his neck; already the evening stiffness set into his joints. Emaciation must’ve cost him years by now. “A two way street…” He ruminated on the subject for a time, scouring his tired mind for some shred of an answer. A meager twine of thought caught in his trawlings, and his gaze newly alight with ideas settled on slate. “Zere… Might be somesing zere. Sink about it, Alex. You’re faced wis’ sieging an impenetrable city, wis’ walls steep and immaculate, and nossing but meager ropes to toss toward its impossibly high ramparts. Each wall sports a surfeit of archers at zeir disposal, wis’ hot tar should you crowd too close to ze walls for a better shot. And wis’ no means in beyond ze river flowing into ze city, what do you do?” He smiled, mirthless. “Simple - you poison ze water supply.
“Ergo, we poison her water supply - her energy. Imagine it, Alex - what if we could kill ze one who ruled over all ze Negaverse by tampering wis’ ze energy she uses as lifeblood? All zat remains is some sorough research to determine whezzer it’s possible.”
However, Benitoite dampened his feverish excitement for the plan by settling onto his shoulder and referencing a point left forgotten in the midst of his fueled tangent. One wing fell away from his shoulder to allow for the intrusion, instead seeking to rest alongside Benitoite’s back, leaving the owner half in consideration of brushing the general clean off the building. As he mulled over his answer, Bischofite’s lips parted lightly, yet paused in the air with a single word poised on his lips.
“Yes,” he answered finally, voice a breath.
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yes, yes his death was inevitable but the manner in which he died might just be changeable and that, thinking the future could be changed, would ease his nights and allow him sleep. To think it unchangeable made sleep hard as well as everything else. To hear the others words calmed him, even if Bischofite’s words were not solid either, they still managed to lend him some sense of calm. He just had to hope now that no one had seen that he was a traitor in the future, at least no one who would stand against him.
“I do, and I don’t. I understand what your saying, trust me I do, but to fight this battle people on the inside will be needed.” He didn’t know why he didn’t want to change sides, after seeing the future, aside from the same reason he had in the future. He had been betray by the Negaverse, by it’s source, not the other way around. He would stay the course and remain loyal to the cause which had brought him to the Negaverse. “i know I am a puppet for her. I don’t like it, not after seeing everything, but I want to bring her down from the inside out - even if it costs me my life. So long as she is brought to an end and I’ve helped in some way to accomplish it.” he didn’t fear death but he had always said that he would not go with death either; yet he had made an exception now. He was willing to give up his life to keep the future from happening, it was an honorable and worthy cause and the cost was acceptable to him. Swallowing again he ducked his head for a moment and closed his eyes, such hurtful words. Why was it that when Bischofite insulted him it still hurt so much? he knew why and yet he hated it, hated the way he felt and how he let it affect him still.
“Should I thank you for your opinion of me? I am not you, I am aware of this, but I am at least loyal to what I give myself to, not to say you are not. However, I do not seek to be the brightest just to not be the dimmest.” he stated. He didn’t seek to be perfect in anything, that was an impossible thing to achieve, and he knew people brighter than himself - Quenton and Alois. He had often enough felt less than them both, as if they resided somewhere higher than himself, but he was not jealous or any such thing. he was still capable of his own brilliant ideas and the like, such as now as it seemed Bischofite liked his idea as it got the others mind working and conjuring. The way he worded it made sense and he nodded his head; he could do poison. It also just so happened that he was gathering energy as well...how interesting. he would have said something about it but Bischofite was already reacting to his question about purification.
Shifting under the others wing, pressing his face into the others shoulder, his words came out muffled. “Was it by your wish?” Lifting his head just enough to stare up at the other, blond hair falling into his face, he waited for an answer. There was no anger, accusation, or anything like that held within his gaze, just curiosity and a sort of gentleness as he wrapped an arm about the other, so it was no longer pressed between their bodies in an uncomfortable manner.
“If you seek it...I will not tell a soul. it is not my place to do so and if it is what you seek then there is a reason for it and I would not take that from you by telling anyone. I just hope that Metalia can be brought to an end and this future can be prevented and the war ended.” The other kept alive, no matter what side he was on, and lives spared. Would Bischofite remember him though? Another he had brought into the negaverse had purified and didn’t remember him would this happen here also? Would he have no one he could trust who would help him plan out this insane idea of his?
“I do, and I don’t. I understand what your saying, trust me I do, but to fight this battle people on the inside will be needed.” He didn’t know why he didn’t want to change sides, after seeing the future, aside from the same reason he had in the future. He had been betray by the Negaverse, by it’s source, not the other way around. He would stay the course and remain loyal to the cause which had brought him to the Negaverse. “i know I am a puppet for her. I don’t like it, not after seeing everything, but I want to bring her down from the inside out - even if it costs me my life. So long as she is brought to an end and I’ve helped in some way to accomplish it.” he didn’t fear death but he had always said that he would not go with death either; yet he had made an exception now. He was willing to give up his life to keep the future from happening, it was an honorable and worthy cause and the cost was acceptable to him. Swallowing again he ducked his head for a moment and closed his eyes, such hurtful words. Why was it that when Bischofite insulted him it still hurt so much? he knew why and yet he hated it, hated the way he felt and how he let it affect him still.
“Should I thank you for your opinion of me? I am not you, I am aware of this, but I am at least loyal to what I give myself to, not to say you are not. However, I do not seek to be the brightest just to not be the dimmest.” he stated. He didn’t seek to be perfect in anything, that was an impossible thing to achieve, and he knew people brighter than himself - Quenton and Alois. He had often enough felt less than them both, as if they resided somewhere higher than himself, but he was not jealous or any such thing. he was still capable of his own brilliant ideas and the like, such as now as it seemed Bischofite liked his idea as it got the others mind working and conjuring. The way he worded it made sense and he nodded his head; he could do poison. It also just so happened that he was gathering energy as well...how interesting. he would have said something about it but Bischofite was already reacting to his question about purification.
Shifting under the others wing, pressing his face into the others shoulder, his words came out muffled. “Was it by your wish?” Lifting his head just enough to stare up at the other, blond hair falling into his face, he waited for an answer. There was no anger, accusation, or anything like that held within his gaze, just curiosity and a sort of gentleness as he wrapped an arm about the other, so it was no longer pressed between their bodies in an uncomfortable manner.
“If you seek it...I will not tell a soul. it is not my place to do so and if it is what you seek then there is a reason for it and I would not take that from you by telling anyone. I just hope that Metalia can be brought to an end and this future can be prevented and the war ended.” The other kept alive, no matter what side he was on, and lives spared. Would Bischofite remember him though? Another he had brought into the negaverse had purified and didn’t remember him would this happen here also? Would he have no one he could trust who would help him plan out this insane idea of his?
”Perhaps. Zis idea demands some duplicity - whezzer knowing or not. I wonder if it’s not ze chaos itself demanding zat you stay… If it manipulates your instincts toward denying what plain logic and reason demands zat you follow. Hvergelmir provided zat seory in some manner, zat Chaos influences our soughts while it cannot create zem. I don’t know zat ze seory of hers holds much merit, but if it truly manipulates our minds…” He tapered off, gesturing with an open hand to lead the blonde nonverbally toward its conclusion. “I suppose one would conclude zat you’re sick, Benitoite. Sick wis’ Chaos.”
Afterward he let his hand drop back into his lap. “However, I’ll take donations for my opinion, if you’re so inclined.” The creature smirked toward his companion.
“It was by my insistence zat zey attempt a purification wis’ me - it became obvious some time ago zat ze Negaverse fostered no notion of excising ze youma from my body. I suspect zey intended to use me as an example toward deviation among ze ranks, zat ze lot of us should fall into blind step else somesing of zis magnitude may happen. And considering how many recruits care so deeply about zeir families and zeir social lives… I doubt many would tolerate such a change. Even I cannot, and I am possible ze most suited to such an end.” And it may yet be one. “Aside from zat…” Do I mention Quenton to him? Alexander knew him well enough, the pair were acquainted in dating some time ago. ”I’f discussed Metallia and ze Negaverse wis’ ozzers, and srough careful analysis, determined zat I never held a place among her regime, nor will I now as half monster. Alkaid herself serves Metallia solely, razzer zan ze machine we know as ze Negaverse, and yet… I cannot, in any portion of myself, manifest such devotion. Truly, I am too wayward for such notions.”
He sighed, letting his shoulders drop to fuss with the blonde. Afterward he pressed finger and thumb to each of Alex’s eyes before muttering a quiet threat of his own. “Just know zat we each sport razzer… Crucial information on each ozzer - and zat each betrayal will be returned in kind.” I could take from you now your sight and you would let me. You would capitulate, oh you, so driven by heart and soul. Yet I am ice, and on calmer waters I float where you drown with your heavy heart. Know this. Know this and weep.
Finally he stood out of the blonde’s grasp and ruffled feathers once more, picking through some of the loose down to pull away shed vanes. “We can but plan and try, Alex. Zere will be no knowing what our efforts entail. If you are satisfied, zen I can start investigation toward zese ends. i can keep you posted on what promising leads I might find.”
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”perhaps though I’d like to think that I am not being manipulated, i suppose the idea cannot be removed from the table really.” Rolling his shoulders as he spoke. He disliked the idea as he was a person who liked his freedom very much, and like the concept and idea of freedom for all. But he supposed it could be true, considering they’d been to space, some had become cats, he had memories of a great youma somewhere in the recesses of his mind, and now this. He had long ago learned that science was not just broken but shattered in the face of the magic which took place every day and every night within this city. What would a scientist think of all this? Would it shatter their world? Would they accept it? Would they try and fit it into science somehow? It was an amusing thought but not one for this evening.
“Donations for your opinion...do tell...what sort of donations would you appreciate?” He questioned with a smile tugging at his pale lips, slate eyes gazing up at the other.
Hearing the others thoughts, about himself, brought an end to the smile he’d bore only moments ago. It was true, as much as he disliked it, they didn’t seem inclined to help the other out of his current form but was it by choice? he hated to think that and yet with everything he’d learned, and saw, he couldn’t put it past the higher ups and especially Metalia. He couldn’t put a single thing past her, where once he might have let things slip in relation her and the General Kings and Queens. he would not be so kind in his opinions now, though he would keep them mostly to himself. He didn’t know who, besides Bischofite, that he could trust. “I’m afraid you are likely correct and I hope that where we cannot, or will not, help you the other side can. if it is what you wish, to be free of your current position within the Negaverse. I hate to think that they could repair you and even perhaps Bazzite and have chosen to do nothing for either of you….” Trailing off he shook his head against the others shoulder. He didn’t like the idea, to even consider it true, and yet he had to. he had wondered then about Bazzite, how could Metalia not help? She herself was chaos in it’s pure form - correct? So how could she not undo what he had so unknowingly done? Was it really that she wouldn’t not that she couldn’t? Taking a deep breath to calm himself, before he decided to go and possibly do something stupid, as he was rather prone to his emotions ruling him, he kept comfortable against the others side.
The threat was there, he saw it for what it was, and smiled lightly. “I would not give up your secrets. If you seek to purify and need my help….just ask. I offer it freely provided you can keep me from being found out about. I cannot risk myself especially when I need to remain in my position.” In order to try and take out Metalia, or at least stop this future from happening. As his arms fell away from the others body, due to him standing, he watched him for a moment before rising to his feet as well. “That would be helpful. I am gathering energy, have been, as we speak. perhaps if we find out soon enough this energy can be put to good use...a better use than I’d planned.” A smile stretched across his lips as he tilted his head to the side and tilted his head upward then. “It would be lovely to see her die by what she needs the most. You know...I may have taken a shine to plants due to my mother and grow many for food and medicinal purposes but not all are for food and simple beauty. I do like the idea of poison as well.” The idea of poisoning metalia herself was more than interesting - it was almost arousing as it had him wishing more and more for this idea to be possible.
“Donations for your opinion...do tell...what sort of donations would you appreciate?” He questioned with a smile tugging at his pale lips, slate eyes gazing up at the other.
Hearing the others thoughts, about himself, brought an end to the smile he’d bore only moments ago. It was true, as much as he disliked it, they didn’t seem inclined to help the other out of his current form but was it by choice? he hated to think that and yet with everything he’d learned, and saw, he couldn’t put it past the higher ups and especially Metalia. He couldn’t put a single thing past her, where once he might have let things slip in relation her and the General Kings and Queens. he would not be so kind in his opinions now, though he would keep them mostly to himself. He didn’t know who, besides Bischofite, that he could trust. “I’m afraid you are likely correct and I hope that where we cannot, or will not, help you the other side can. if it is what you wish, to be free of your current position within the Negaverse. I hate to think that they could repair you and even perhaps Bazzite and have chosen to do nothing for either of you….” Trailing off he shook his head against the others shoulder. He didn’t like the idea, to even consider it true, and yet he had to. he had wondered then about Bazzite, how could Metalia not help? She herself was chaos in it’s pure form - correct? So how could she not undo what he had so unknowingly done? Was it really that she wouldn’t not that she couldn’t? Taking a deep breath to calm himself, before he decided to go and possibly do something stupid, as he was rather prone to his emotions ruling him, he kept comfortable against the others side.
The threat was there, he saw it for what it was, and smiled lightly. “I would not give up your secrets. If you seek to purify and need my help….just ask. I offer it freely provided you can keep me from being found out about. I cannot risk myself especially when I need to remain in my position.” In order to try and take out Metalia, or at least stop this future from happening. As his arms fell away from the others body, due to him standing, he watched him for a moment before rising to his feet as well. “That would be helpful. I am gathering energy, have been, as we speak. perhaps if we find out soon enough this energy can be put to good use...a better use than I’d planned.” A smile stretched across his lips as he tilted his head to the side and tilted his head upward then. “It would be lovely to see her die by what she needs the most. You know...I may have taken a shine to plants due to my mother and grow many for food and medicinal purposes but not all are for food and simple beauty. I do like the idea of poison as well.” The idea of poisoning metalia herself was more than interesting - it was almost arousing as it had him wishing more and more for this idea to be possible.
