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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 12:33 am
The communication had come over fairly usual channels- a request from a fellow officer on his time. Someone asking fit right into the image of availability and loyalty, even if it was a little strange under a broad picture of officers. Titanlåvenite had made a point of living in the Dark Kingdom barracks and regularly offering training in the Rift Colosseum to any who requested it, but he wasn't usually picked out as someone who 'knew' things. He'd served the Negaverse steadily for two years and four months, without mark or incident, and for a good portion of that under the direct tutelage of an old guard General. He was confident in Obsidian's training, even if the man had gone mad, and his information. It was astute of another officer to pick out that Titan would have retained any of it more than 'barsh things gud.' Obsidian had accepted his slowness, but hadn't brooked lack of learning- repetition and work honed where native sharpness lacked. It had been paid or bled. Titan made it a point to arrive five minutes ahead of the appointed time, coming up from the Rift and out of the Hall of Shadows with it's creepy door to wait in what was essentially a foyer. Some other officers passed, heading down to make reports probably to the War room. They looked like Infos members. Their voices echoed uncomfortably with words as sharp, realized sound. Umber. I think I have seen the name on the rosters. I don't remember when it started being there. I wonder if they were willing or unwilling. Or if they were a knight before. Or which General or Sovereign brought them into Metallia's hold. If they've tracked that I can be asked questions, then they're one of the naturally sharp. A dangerous kind. Which branch do they aim at? Do they have a apprentice standing with their own General, or are they loosed to the water like many? 'They'...who is Umber. It will answer itself soon. Strickenized Let me know if it needs any changes~
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 5:54 pm
In the time following his brother's incarceration, Umber became quite a fan of convenience. 'Convenient' often meant bundling tasks together - like sending Ochre out to drain energy for him to meet his quota while maintaining punishments declared on his person. He did not find many points of convenience during his juggled duties, but the rare points he scouted allowed for a little extra sleep, a little more time allotted elsewhere. He sought these small conveniences whenever possible.
He sought them, specifically, while looking through the roster of SpecOps officers. General Schörl he considered as an option, but Generals grew busier than their subordinate Captains. Xenotime ceased her ability to remain objective some time ago. Cinnabar recently grew to general rank, leaving her with the same responsibilities that rendered Generals so indisposed in the first place. That list of three exhausted the contacts he knew in SpecOps that possessed some level of awareness for what they were doing, so he looked to peers while perusing the database. Captains named down the list, an unknown number potentially unsuited to the job, missing, presumed dead or otherwise functioning well as a standing member of the branch. He wasn't certain how often the list was updated, if any of these members now became generals.
So he took this list and investigated for a time - and a few quick officer interviews soon led to a handful of answers.
Umber reflected that he ultimately learned little about the man he chose to contact. Where word of mouth was effective in advertisement, it lacked credibility. He recalled what he knew as he walked the winding paths of the Negaspace, passing doors upon doors to old, unused rooms and occasionally caverns when he strayed to the very limits of the cathedral.
Supposedly quite large. Has been in service to the Negaverse for some time. SpecOps. No one seemed to know much of who trained him - only that he was steady and reliable. Did not falter. Alkahest mentioned something similar to Cinnabar's tracking forays. There's no promise of it in shared information, but I hope he knows something of youma, too. There are only so many questions I would ask of Cinnabar.
Umber paid no heed to the cell block as he passed. The war room remained disregarded. Further descent left him power walking down stairs to stray near the Hall of Shadows himself - a place he received ample warnings for. He passed the walls with spidered cracks, the high columns that crumbled and wore to holed, reaching ruins toward their tops. Colored glows tainted his skin when he passed beneath the crystal light sources. And when he approached the last bend to the Hall of Shadows, he realized that he had not set foot in the Rift on his own at any time since reaching captaincy, and he wondered if that confirmed him in the eyes of the Negaverse as a coward, a lazybones, cautious, or simply too busy to bother with the creatures that were once human.
The sheer size of the man registered before any physical descriptors he'd been given. Umber was not short at his height, but this man managed at least a handful of inches over him and possibly a hundred pounds of solid muscle. At least, with the way his uniform was fitted, he assumed muscle. Blonde hair as described, the skull on shoulder. No hammer present - he doubted there was need for summoning weapons in Negaspace itself - but he surmised that this must be Titan, considering that namesake delineated his hugeness.
"Captain," he greeted without chancing the man's name. He just gets larger as I approach. "Thanking for agreeing to meet. I have some questions concerning SpecOps, and youma. There are some older rooms upstairs we could use for discussion, or we could converse here. Which is preferred?"When Umber finished, he halted at a couple feet from the gargantuan man. His bicep looked like it might surpass the size of Umber's thigh. Impressive, certainly, and enviable.Ivynian lmk if i need to omit reference to alkahest or change basic information ascertained. also your start needed more cats in it oh wait this isn't thraen
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 11:42 pm
Appraisal was usual and expected, so Titan took no offense to the gaze that shifted from feature to feature on approach. It was usually his chest, rather than his bicep, where people ended out their tour du Titan. The difference was as interesting as the other officer's continuance with his purpose on sight. He still believes I know the answer to anything? That is generous. He's fit- looks like he gets a lot of sun. The likewise apraisal was honest and not hidden. The man looked overall knit like someone who competed in triathlon. "Hallo. I am glad to help where I can. " There was a second strangeness in the other officer asking what his preference was, like it mattered. Less than a breath and realization reminded that they were of equal rank and on a first meeting, which meant equal footing by most of the reckoning of the social flow of the Negaverse. Titan motioned with a hand, turned, and started walking back towards the caverns of regular Dark Kingdom space. "Elsewhere is fine. " The door was as much a Youma, and alive. They didn't need confidentiality, but it's presence was always watchful and seemingly flowed along a faint current of hostility. The Door, the Hall of Shadows, the Rift- all were old and variably hostile or dismissive of every other chaos thing. Maybe the Sovereigns found affection? It didn't seem likely. Even personal youma he'd seen that tended to 'affection' seemed less genuine as a slavish obsession and learned, ingratiating grovels for rewards. they fawned because it got what they wanted out of their connection with their officer. It probably depended on what emotions the magic of the universe determined were based in Chaos, and which outside of it. "What did you want to know?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 7:42 am
Umber fell into step beside the man, for once at a marked height disadvantage with him. Hands clasped behind his back as he walked, and glanced from destination to his boots to watch the billowing dust at his feet. "I'll start with youma. I'm aware that we use them as allies, that they were human once before, and that they are created by adding too much Chaos to the starseed. I don't know what designates their type, what happens to the starseed when a youma is formed, why they want starseeds if it's anything beyond energy consumption, and why they're more obedient than regular officers. If you can answer any of these questions, I would appreciate it."
The pair crossed a fair distance of hallway formed alongside cavern, where chunks of rock gave way to the smooth, manmade architecture. A smattering of crystals lit their way in a dull, murky glow. "I knew of Bazzite, an officer accidentally turned youma by Benitoite. I don't know of any other youmafication instances of powered individuals - intentional or not. Do you know of others?
"Partial youmafication was addressed in part by General Cinnabar. She spoke of it as a 'merge'. Are you familiar with this?"
The questions demanded explanation rather than simple answer, and for that reason, he gave a great pause to wait for the large man's response. He certainly looked the part of SpecOps more than Information branch, so Umber expected that 'Titan' may not know as much about certain aspects of the Negaverse than an Information officer may. However, SpecOps may have more intelligence on covert Negaverse happenings than one of the more outwardly-oriented branches. Certainly he would know more than a newly-minted Captain of the GenOps division.
He still felt sore about that.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 9:44 pm
There was an unsettling aspect to how many of the officers did know what Youma were made from and didn't find it in some degree tragic. Even when he'd believed it a necessity and choice of the Monarch to harvest and power her knighthood, Titan had found it still a sacrifice. Umber's questions were dry in a way that attached nothing to them contemptuous or sacred. It was more of the same banality that droned on. Indifference was worse than contempt. The man had specifically sought him out for the questions, though. Was it potentially hurtful to share the information? To himself or to other officers? Even to Umber? Possibly, but there was too much of an information trail about his own posts asking for help with Youma, or his service to Obsidian. Years of service and routine could make up for stupidity. "I will tell you what I know. " "My Lord called them by three kinds- feral, human and greater. If you break a civilian's starseed with chaos, they will become the first kind. Starseeds break easy. We can break them between our teeth. I have not put my hand into a Youma to see if there are shards still there." "Everything in a starseed is the person. A body dies without it. But there is something about breaking it with Chaos. Break a starseed in your hand, or in your teeth, and it doesn't make a youma. Put chaos in, when it is in the body and the chaos stays. I think that it is connected. There is nothing there except that chaos. We all serve the quota. Youma can't eat food. They eat energy. Starseeds have the most energy, but Youma will take orbs. I do not know if they are ever full. I don't think they are. If they are out of the Rift too long then they have to go back. I am not sure they are alive. They turn to ashes, even if they reform. They do not eat regularly in the Rift, but they do not die of starvation. There is a lot of free energy there. That energy and the chaos in them comes from Metallia. If she did not power them, they would be empty, like regular corpses. But they have no corpses. They make ash. Their thoughts don't all go that far, but I think their loyalty is that instinct. " Take the chaos energy out of an officer, like Realgar, and we do not become ash. It makes a knight, like the Bull of Mars. We are still ourselves, with starseeds and our selves. Or their instinct is....being Metallia, maybe? It could be like that. Like making finger puppets out of officers. With thousands of fingers. "Feral are simple. They are many kinds like animals. The humanoid youma have more person-parts and can speak. They can be smart as officers or more. If any of us, or our enemies, are broken with chaos, it makes a human youma like Bazzite. The greater youma are made from the Sovereigns. There is the ones already down in the shadows. My Lord said they are in the deep places. I do not know what type of Youma are in the Hall of Shadows, but they seem different from the rest of the Rift- more angry and more dangerous since they are walled off all the time. I might say wrong." Their walking lead to one of the unmarked, unfilled and random grottos of crystal that served as a room-like setting. Titan leaned against one of the larger structures that was sure to bear his weight. "Some of the captives from January were made into Youma. They were fed starseeds until their own cracked and then broke. I don't know of any other officers who have become youma. It doesn't mean there aren't any. Our rosters are who serves Destiny City. Kvaen Laurelite and Kvaen Apatite were transferred here from overseas." "The Half Youma....I know that there was Kvaen Tanzanite, and the Black Phoenix was a greater youma made from Sovereign Marthozite, replaced her lost arm. It gave her wings, too. They called her the Youma Queen. General Bischofite's personal Youma-" That was harder to explain. Titan had been there, at the close of what had been meant to be a different outcome. It hadn't been a good situation. "Jumped into him. I do not think it was willing, but it helped him survive a fatal wound from General Avalon. I do not know the situation of General Cinnabar. Their starseeds are shaped differently. It is not two starseeds put together in a way you could see the two parts and cut apart. It is just one and made wrong shape. " "It is any help?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 5:11 am
Your Lord. I wonder who that is. The term was intriguing, and did not belong to the nomenclature of the Negaverse. There stood no Lords, or Dukes or Ladies - only Lieutenants, Captains, Generals. So who earned the term of 'Lord' with Titanlavenite?
The question took an aside to the information presented. Umber listened, attempting to visualize each type of youma listed and their extrapolated behaviors from the description. Feral came first, as little more than an aggressive buck with red eyes. He knew many of their kind from experience on the field. They often took a great span of shapes, though they retained very little effective behavioral patterns to use those shapes. Humanoid youma sounded like a significant improvement, yet he wondered at the cost of it - surely they lack the ability to blend among crowds and form human connections, but do they retain the ability to corrupt others as officers could? Did they still show the same aptitude for command and leadership as the officers they might've been before?
The existence of these 'greater youma' piqued his curiosity in how effective they may be. Created from the Sovereigns provided promise in that regard, but he imagined that if the City did not see these walking greater youma often, then there must be reason for it. The Negaverse did not often leave behind untapped resources, and if they did, then those resources came with a staggering price.
Umber took to leaning against the cavern wall once Titan parked his massive girth. The hunter found it startling to consider the mans' size and how utterly inconveniencing it might be in any given occasion - too large to pass through a doorframe, so large that he required a significant grocery bill, and certainly stout enough that typical department stores carried nothing in his size. Socially, he must receive many comments on his size, get stopped for pictures, or endured criticisms for his difference from others. Then there were the types, like himself, that analyzed the man's girth and surrendered nothing about those observations. He wondered if any of these situations bothered Titan, whether they did so in the past, and which situation irked him the greatest.
"So what you're telling me is that youma are almost no substance at all." He knew of their tendencies to become ash, and their ingestion of energy, but only now was he starting to equate their particular dietary habits with potentially possessing no internal organ structure. He lacked the medical prowess to check for himself, but he expected that listening to any given youma would yield no sign of breath and no heartbeat. What use was there for diet when they could only process pure energy, and form no scat? "If they barely qualify for vessels, then it would make sense that they're loyal to what sustains their existence."
But does Metallia sustain our existence? No, I do that on my own. I suppose what Metallia gives is quality of life to my basic survival.
The Youma Queen provided an interesting talking point and worthy cause for investigation, as did other incidences mentioned. Cinnabar he knew of his own accord, and Merlinite's situation was explained sparsely, but he heard nothing of Youma Queen Tanzanite or Bischofite (whose fatal wound was suspicious by virtue of the attacker being a Negaverse agent). Additionally, Titan knew of how the starseed appeared, and that it lacked any manner of fusion that one might expect.
"You are an impressive source of information for youma. Do you know for certain if humanoid youma retain the ability to create more officers or lead them? Are you aware of whether Bazzite could function for every purpose of a Negaverse officer apart from civilian life? Do you know the status of these other half-youma officers - Queen Tanzanite and Bischofite?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 9:32 pm
"Some of them feel and think. Some of them have memory. 'Almost no' is maybe too far. But they are more limited than Officers. I have not seen or heard of any Youma able to wield chaos to effect a starseed. I don't know if that is because they cannot, are forbidden, or don't care to. What I have seen, they only care to eat starseeds. Even the smart ones don't store them like a human or an animal would for lean times. Youma have a compulsion to follow the commands of officers, depending on the rank. There is some geas in the magic. There is a structure in that magic that puts us above them. There isn't anything similar the other way- Bazzite could not command me, even though he is a General's Youma. The geas isn't there, just fear or respect in command for either of us directing the other. I have not heard an explanation for it. " Being called an impressive source of any sort of information was strange, but Obsidian had lived in the Rift. The General had had expectations of learning, even done slowly, regarding that place and the structure of the denizens there. A lot of the information felt imprecise by way of not yet having his own personal youma to have tested anything about. He wasn't sure he was the candidate to choose to go testing things- he wasn't the best at coming up with clever questions. Umber seemed to have plenty of questions, and possibly more forming, that would test the edges of what anyone else had so far cared to test about Youma and how far they could serve the Negaverse. "I haven't heard about Tanzanite or Bischofite in many months, or longer. Maybe they are hiding, maybe dead, maybe frozen in crystal. It would take one of the Sovereigns summoning them to find out if they answered or not. " "Have you found a personal Youma? As a captain, you can control chaos enough to tame one. One of the humanoid ones that can talk could help to answer questions. " Maybe Alkahest or one of the other Infos Officers could give him more specific information about whether and why Youma can do some things. And not others. It is like something they should know. I wonder why Youma interest him. They are strange creatures. Sad and savage.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:55 pm
Youma did not squirrel away starseeds? That was odd - as a hunter, he knew more of animals and their habits than he did of humans at times, and the lack of provision for the future struck him as utterly bizarre. They were not animals as men were, then. And their bodies could not exist without the chaos binding them. Titan's utilization of geas held curious implications - so they were, then, magically required to obey officers? Was it chaos alone causing such a compulsion, or did it involve chaos in combined with remaining human that youma found so needful of obedience? If it were the former, then he expected youma would obey each other in similar terms of rank, and found no example of that in the nature of the Rift. And with his second evaluation, he expected that youma would obey Ochre in the same fashion given his capacity of chaos, but... Umber was left with more questions over youma than he started, and they had not yet finished their discussion.
There has to be an explanation for it. Who would know? Cinnabar? One of the generals? Pale eyes darted toward the opposing door while an idle hand curled into a loose fist. One thumb traced over knuckles while he considered it. If none of them, then it needs an experiment. Finding the people for this sounds difficult. It could be done, perhaps, but required a great collective turnout for little benefit.
The lack of explanation for the two mentioned half-youma received no response further than a grunt of recognition. He did not raise eyes to meet Titan's until he pursued a question of his own.
Umber straightened somewhat and pressed a boot flat to the crystal he leaned against. "I haven't found a youma, no. I don't want to commit to one until I know more about them. To me it isn't different from falconry - when you choose your raptor, you can't do it blindly. Broadwings, longwings and shortwings are all different from each other. It's just as easy to choose the wrong one for the job. You can't expect a Harris's hawk to take a wild turkey. And the Negaverse is more high stakes than falconry for choosing a companion." While having a humanoid youma at his side held promise for dispensation of information, he placed more focus on combat - for the goals of the war mandated it. He imagined that this was how he proved his worth.
"Do you have a personal youma, Captain?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:17 pm
"I have not found one that suited what I have wanted. " He didn't know much about the ins-and-outs of actual falconry and the practice of it, but the lessons about having a hunting companion were the same from the sound of it. Whether a dog, a cat, a bird, a weapon, or a youma, seeking one meant finding something that suited the purposes, size, abilities, personality and temperament. "Many of the large youma have no interest in a bond with an agent. Of those I have seen, I haven't found one that matched and made it worthwhile to fight and subdue. There are thousands in the Rift. I am not worried. We will each find one that complements us. " "I see many Youma. I spend every day in the Rift. At the Colosseum to train myself and offer it to others. Many Youma come. They watch. They join in. Many are bored, and the regular presence has drawn them out as something to break up the timelessness in the Rift. There are many more of them than there are officers. " "Are you in General Cinnabar's service? Or some other?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 7:35 pm
"Neither have I." Most youma haven't stood out to him, either - usually they operated along the same linear thinking models that often got them killed. It happened often enough on his patrols to find the dust piles of fallen comrades as senshi dealt with them easily, and even in the Rift, he noted that their singular thinking models often prevented simple logic from interfering. The look of a starseed in someone's hand drove them, and while command seeped through their sole drive, any suggestion or thought otherwise provoked no response. "What aspects are you looking for in a personal youma?" Perhaps asking another officer would give him insight into how his choosing process should proceed.
So he trains in the Rift? Isn't that obnoxious? Youma occasionally pick fights, regardless of what happened around them - is that supposed to be an emulation of fights in Destiny City? Sometimes other senshi join in a fight, but... Pale eyes narrowed slightly. "Why, specifically, the Rift? The space here provides several unused caverns. Some of them are expansive enough for a proper arena. Is there a benefit to using the Rift?" Apart from the curious lack of exhaustion, he could think of none that outweighed the drawbacks to youma interference.
But the captain's next question gave him pause for a moment. Not that he needed the time to remember his commanding officer, no, but the fact that Titan asked at all struck him as odd. It seemed much the same as asking 'who is being held accountable for you', which led the captain to consider that he might've stepped out of line. But Titan never offered any blatant objection to his words, so he wasn't certain where this suspicion should come from. "I work under General Xenotime. Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:44 pm
"I am for to front line combat or making a front of distraction. I have served in many large operations. I look for a Youma that can take a lot of damage beside me or be a war mount to get around quickly. It should be big, to be like a wall too. It is hard. Large Youma that I have seen are too large to navigate buildings and streets. I don't think they could be tamed, either." Titan lifted a hand to pull along his jaw and goatee. "What will you look for?" "The Rift is always full. The Rift is our true city, and where the history of our purpose and the Queen's sits. There are always training partners there. More than just one on one, even. They are fierce and unafraid. They cannot really die. It does not cost resources of starseeds, with the loose energy around, to heal them if they take injury. Officers would need starseeds or orbs. " "I have always trained with blood on my limbs." "I ask because it is good to know what Generals are acting. Who may call for war parties, or missions. I have not met Xenotime, I think. I remember her from a mission, from a distance. She is listed with the Spec-Ops. "
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 11:13 am
Having never seriously given consideration for a youma to pursue, Umber paused a length to puzzle out a proper answer. "I haven't decided. I'm not a good choice for a front lines fighter. I'll need to seek council for youma recommendations, or wait and see if I can earn the rank of General first." It opened options, and gave him more realistic considerations given that weapons obviously altered as one grew in rank. He did not, however, know if he held enough merits as an officer to fit such a rank, or would in the future with additional training. "It sounds like you're at an impasse for finding one of your own."
And Titan's troubles gave additional consideration - even if he decided on a youma type that he preferred, how long might it take to find the proper one? Experiences led him to recognize a vastness in the variability and sheer number of youma, but that offered no insight into their rarity of certain types. He wondered, then, if it would benefit anyone to catalogue youma - or if that task simply stretched into eternity with no appreciable dent in the youma population. Perhaps there were infinite permutations for youma categories.
Youma, it sounded like, proved reliable on-demand sparring partners in the absence of an officer. They lacked the intelligence to emulate their enemy, certainly, but considerations for reaction time and subversion of tactics weren't to be ignored. Even the use of youma sparring as an exercise routine benefitted.
"Is the loose energy the same as the energy we bring in?" In which case, Titan's tactic spent their resources nonetheless.
"I've only met a few, and haven't seen most of them twice. Benitoite and Schörl, and Xenotime often spends time overseas on civilian activities. There might be more active that I never intersect. What about yours?"Ivynian remind me not to eat taco salad i feel the squirts coming on
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 12:34 am
"I have a habit of taking too long to make decisions. " A truth the applied to most of his career in the Negaverse as well as his ineptitude to lead others. Leading meant quick thinking, wise and bold decisions, good tactics and precise memory. There wasn't time, in the heat of battle, to ask for reassurance from other generals or the sovereigns. Combat was closer to chess with the little timer boxes with hurried hands and strict limits on supply, space and seconds. "I don't know if the energy is the same. I did not think it was, but I could be wrong. I don't know if the Generals know what happens to the tithes, either. I don't know that I've ever heard what it is used for- if it all goes to feeding the thousands of youma, or being the ambient energy, or if it is being used to wake a great youma, or to making something. Or...something...whatever else the General Soveriegns or Her Majesty want. " Making Metallia a body for all any of them could really guess. "My lord went away months ago, and has not returned in word or act. Or news. He is General Obsidian. I have not seen General Buddingtonite or Serpentine in a long time either. Maybe they are sent to other places. Laurelite and Apatite both came from abroad. " Titan shrugged generally, then rolled each shoulder in turn. "We can ask the Generals we can find if they know where the energy goes, the it might be privilege of rank. The Youma might know, too, if it is done in the Rift where they see. Those that can talk." "You make yourself sharp. It won't be long before they raise you up. " The last was given with a genial, friendly tone more out of community sense than any impression that Umber was not confident or needed reassurance. "Was there anything else I can try to answer? Or I can try to give to you who might know."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 3:23 am
If the generals don't know the purpose of the tithes, then I'll ask Laurelite next I see her. She would know. And if she doesn't, or doesn't speak of it, then maybe we're not meant to know. There was mystery in it, much like that which wrapped the whole of the RIft. Within it was a visceral, native magic that he knew was beyond his touch.
"I haven't heard of any of those generals." News came that Laurelite was not endemic to Destiny City - he wondered, then, from whence she came. He hadn't placed an accent with her of the times they met; could she have come to the States long ago, and lost any accent since? Likewise, it stood to reason that the Generals may receive transfers in trade. General Obsidian, or even Buddingtonite and Serpentine, might've received similar orders to relocate across the globe. Perhaps Titan hadn't received notification of transfer, then? Would he even receive another General to report to if Obsidian left for a long-term assignment? "I'll ask who I can on the energy. And if anyone has seen or heard of Generals Obsidian, Buddingtonite, or Serpentine." Transfer or reassignment, capture or murder. Each is just as likely as the last. Which do you want, Titan?
Speech with a youma seemed highly unlikely given the menagerie of brainless, meandering entities he found within the Rift. Most roared, chittered, chirped, clucked, groaned, yowled, or roared - spoken word found very little use among their kind. However, there were times when he spot more humanoid entities from afar - he wondered, then, if they were the ones to solicit over the use for energy and the location of these officers.
Titan's ask after further questions received a quick shake of the head. "No. Thank you for the information. If I discover anything else about youma or the ambient energy, I can keep in touch. You've given me much to go off of."
I could have become a youma, he thought to himself at last. A feral beast. I wonder if youma ever consider their condition - if they think of the past. If they dream. It speaks a lot to the pointlessness of the 'human condition'. We are, or we are not.
And these missing officers... There's much to do in the Negaverse yet.
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