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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 7:17 pm
Normally Valhalla would smile when he was meeting someone new. Sessrumnir had told him about Mont Saint Michel and that it would probably be a good idea for him to ask Jet about Lysithea. But with the recent turn of events, Sessrumnir was no longer allowed near Jet.
Valhalla wasn’t happy about having to keep a prisoner. He’d been the one to help the Negaverse release the ones who’d been captured years ago. He knew things were still difficult now. The Negaverse had just corrupted a number of their own, and he’d watched Jet kill Sheikh with no hesitation.
“He’s just up here,” Valhalla said to Michel as he made his way to the door. Unfortunately, they weren’t given a key. Empyrean kept that with him now. - “It’s too early for dinner, which means I get visitors? How nice,” Jet said to the door. There was a window with bars on the solid door that kept Jet in and his would-be-murders out.
“Did you bring me something to read? It’s really boring staring at the ceiling all day.”
Anything to distract himself from the pain that coursed through his body would have been nice. The cold only numbed him somewhat, but the chattering of teeth (which he made sure not to let be heard) made everything hurt worse.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2022 7:01 pm
Michel nodded to Valhalla, a basic response without needing to invest too much into it. He didn't know these people, he didn’t know if he wanted to. They were better off not knowing him, but here they were–abducting Generals. It’s not like they had a clean slate, themselves.
He didn’t need the door opened. In a different life, he could have just teleported in and taken care of this problem.
Michel didn’t understand the point of keeping him alive. If they wanted information from him, they should have tried harder. Keeping him alive for any longer than necessary was just asking for trouble.
…But, he supposed he was grateful for the opportunity to pick his brain, even if only for a second.
“You close to Faustite?” he asked, figuring it was probably best to just get to the point. He didn’t want to be here for any longer than absolutely necessary.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2022 4:56 am
It was difficult not to roll his eyes at the question.
"Depends on who you ask. I know Faustite, sure," he admitted because he didn't think it was a bad thing to let this Knight know that they knew about him and that multiple Generals were keeping an eye out for him.
For Faustite though, apparently he had a lower opinion of his and Jet's friendship than he realized. If Lysithea was right and Faustite believed that no one actually liked him, well…
At first Jet might have waved it off as just some ramblings from someone who didn't know what she was talking about. But Faustite had also failed to mention the whole brother and sister schick he was going for. One would have thought a friend would have mentioned that. Or even as an Intelligence Branch agent. Valhalla remained close, but he didn't say anything. He brought Michel to talk to Jet, but he didn't want any trouble, so it was easier this way.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2022 11:43 am
Michel was obviously unimpressed.
“Well. I’m asking you, so let’s not play games about it or make it more complicated than it is. I want to know what he’s doing with Lysithea and I want to know why. And I’m going to make it real easy for you to decide how much you want to tell me, because I’m going to tell you what I’ll do if you don’t.”
He gave him a moment to process his words, to make sure he was paying attention.
“Some of your agents have pretty loose lips, and I’ve been picking up information here and there. Pretty juicy things, I think. Maybe some that I wasn’t supposed to know. And here’s the thing, maybe the people who gave me that information aren’t around anymore. But you are. And you’ve been here for how long now?”
Honestly, he didn’t know; he wasn’t counting. It didn’t matter.
“People get pretty desperate. When they don’t know what tomorrow will bring. This one’s nice,” he nodded to Valhalla, “But you look like maybe you’ve had a taste of what some of the others could do. I bet I could make you scream. If you ever get out of here, don’t you think they’ll always wonder how?”
He leaned against the wall, unreadable. Maybe a little smug, but this seemed like something he’d put thought into, anyway. “What did the great General Jet do to scrape by? How did he make it so long, what was he doing that kept him alive? What did he give that was so valuable? You don’t even look that bad, now. How long before they start wondering what you gave us to spare your life? A General, he must know some secrets. Some good ones.”
Michel’s mood shifted, more casual, more conversational. “I don’t care about any of that. I don’t want to deal with that. I want Lysithea back. That’s it. I don’t care about what the Negaverse does. You give me her, I walk away. Simple as that. So, you’re going to tell me everything you know about her, about what’s going on with her, about the plans for her. Tell me what Faustite’s doing, and how I can reach him. You give me information, and no one has to know it came from you. You save yourself, you save the Negaverse, and you save everyone else I’m going after until I get her back. If you don’t,” he shrugged, “I start letting it slip that all my information came from you. And I tell everyone how quick you were to squeal to save your own skin.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2022 5:48 pm
Oh. He was one of those people. Who liked to listen to the sound of his own voice.
Jet leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling. It was nothing impressive. Paint was flaking off from years of neglect. But it was more interesting than the droning from the Knight.
He wasn’t afraid of anyone spreading lies about him. The White Moon could have broken him years ago, but they didn’t. Life in general could have broken him before that, but he was still there. Maybe a little worse for wear, but still there.
“That’s a pretty bold statement, not caring what the Negaverse does. So… Lysithea… is she your wife? Lover? Sibling?” he wondered, just as conversational as the Knight was. Except after a moment, Jet let out a short bark of a laugh -- he regretted it, because his ribs ached.
“You know, people aren’t always themselves once Chaos takes hold. Especially those who used to be White Moon. I don’t think you’ll recognize anything about Lysithea now. Just a shadow of whoever she used to be. She clearly doesn’t have any memories of you. And hasn’t been trying to find you or anyone else. She’s making cookies for our General Kings. Isn’t that cute?” - Valhalla frowned at the exchange. He didn’t know Michel well enough to be able to tell if he was serious about not caring what the Negaverse does. He was there helping them, wasn’t he? He had to care to some extent. Then again, if his end goal was to get Lysithea back, this could just be a means to that end.
For the most part, Valhalla just wanted the Negaverse to leave everyone alone and stop killing people. They could exist in their own realm and leave the city alone, couldn’t they? There had to be other sources of energy they could obtain.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2022 8:13 pm
Michel was obviously unimpressed, but at least Jet was talking.
“Yeah, I know how Chaos works,” he said dryly. Not that he could trust Jet. That was the worst case scenario, that she remembered nothing. Michel’s expression was stoic and annoyed but it seemed like that was just his natural state. He wasn’t going to give away anything if he could help it.
“Interesting that you’d be so blunt about it, though. The way you talk about Chaos makes it sound like you know it’s a bad thing. People not being themselves, being shadows of themselves when the Chaos rolls in.”
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “So what, you think you could have been worth anything if you were in the White Moon? Or are you just happy licking boots?”
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2022 10:20 am
"Why is that interesting?" Jet couldn't help but ask. What was interesting was how he knew how Chaos worked and yet was still asking him stupid questions. Or throwing out insults that meant nothing to him.
"What? And order is a good thing? People who are saved by your so-called purification methods lose their memories too, do they not? So by that logic, the White Moon is just as guilty of making people shadows of themselves."
He knew there was no point in arguing with any of these people. They had their ideas of what was good and what was bad, and Chaos they decided was bad, when it wasn't Chaos that prompted evil from people who had nothing to do with the Negaverse.
"I have no interest in the White Moon other than seeing it stopped. I don't think I'll tell you anything else about Lysithea though. You're clearly deranged with violent tendencies. She's safer being away from you."
He'd suspected that this guy was abusive when he talked to Niter about his experience with him, and now Jet was certain he was right. Why would he return anyone to the hands of someone who would just abuse them?
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2022 7:23 pm
Michel’s eyes narrowed, agitated by the insinuation. “Clearly deranged, with violent tendencies? I haven’t laid a hand on you.”
Yet.
Oh, but he could have. If Valhalla wasn’t here–
“You know it’s more than just ‘Order’ and ‘Chaos’. Call them whatever you want.” He didn’t care. ‘Order’ was hardly that, anyway. “But ‘Order’ doesn’t impose its will on any one well. How do you know if you’re doing what you want or what Metallia wants? You’re not any more than a puppet to her. Probably as disposable as the next one. But.” He shrugged.
He wasn’t going to get anything more out of Jet. Not that he seemed to have anything good about Lysithea, anyway.
“I don’t really care. She’ll get rid of you when she’s tired of you. If someone else doesn’t do the job first.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2022 1:45 pm
"Not on me, no," Jet frowned at the Knight. He'd heard first hand from Niter what this Knight was capable of doing, and he was making threats.
"We're not as disposable as you all like to think," he sneered, although he knew he should probably be playing the victim. But he couldn't stand it when there were so many who talked about how they were simply fodder and replaceable. He didn't believe it. There were casualties in war, but there was just as much evidence that the Negaverse invested what it could into the growth of their own.
"Metallia has protected this planet all this time, and now Cosmos decided to wage war against her by sending so many Knights and Senshi to be awakened here. Why would she actively get rid of agents when she has countless youma at her disposal?" he wondered out loud, because the more these White Moon people spoke, the more annoyed he became.
"Maybe if you were smart, which you are clearly not, you would realize how easy it would be for Metallia to unleash youma all over the planet and wipe everyone out while the rest of the Negaverse waits for the fallout to settle in Negaspace. Maybe you would realize that the Negaverse does actually care about keeping the planet safe from people like you."
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2022 9:20 pm
Countless youma?
“Oh,” Michel said, as though he’d had some great revelation. “That’s right, her army of youma. They don’t count for anything, I forgot. They’re the disposable ones. All those civilians she couldn’t make agents out of. All those agents that disappointed her.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “How could I forget.”
He’d forgotten a lot of things about his time in the Negaverse. Nearly everything.
Except, he still had nightmares about it. Not that he’d talked to anyone about it. Not that he let anyone know about it.
In the dead of night he’d awakened from a dream where his hand was plunged into Evan’s chest. His sword in his brother’s back.
His expression didn’t change and his tone remained the same sarcastic, hateful thing it had always been. “See, I don’t think she’s got the numbers you think she does. I think she’s bluffing. I think she’s spent all this time making you believe she was bigger than she was, trying to get her enemies to fear her. I don’t think she’s trying to save us. I think she’s using you to build her army. And you’re none the wiser. But you’re useless to me if you don’t have any information on Lysithea. I’m not going to argue politics with you. Even if you wanted to argue, you can’t. She’s got her roots in you, and you’re not strong enough to fight it.”
So this was just a waste of time. Just a reassurance that her agents didn’t need to think for themselves when she was doing all the work for them.
He had nothing useful about Lysithea. Valhalla probably wasn’t going to let him in to get rid of this guy.
If he wanted to bring her home, the best thing to do seemed like getting back out on the streets and just looking for her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2022 9:40 am
Jet’s expression twisted into a smile of amusement. This guy really was full of s**t. The more he spoke, the more obvious it was that he was just all talk. Especially with all the bullshit about Metallia has her roots in him.
There was Chaos, of course. Even now, Jet could feel it giving him strength to keep going. But he never once felt like he wasn’t himself. Maybe it was easier to make decisions, but he’d always been decisive about what he needed to do.
It was why he was there, and not sending in the hordes of youma like he said they could.
“That old guy was much better with his bedside manner. I wouldn’t let this guy near any of your other prisoners, if he’s just going to berate them and threaten them,” Jet said to Valhalla this time, trying not to laugh because it hurt. But he wanted to.
“I’m bored of you anyway. You just keep repeating the same things over and over,” he lifted a hand to wave them off, since if this Knight of Saturn was going to just yip like a poodle, then he could find a tree or something. Valhalla hadn’t said anything, but he’d been observing, watching the expressions of both Michel and Jet, hoping that maybe something either of them said would draw out either information about Lysithea, or maybe Jet would decide it wasn’t worth fighting for the Negaverse. Valhalla knew not to expect much, but he was hopeful.
It didn’t seem as though they would be getting information that they wanted, and Michel was just getting worked up.
“We’ll find her,” he promised the other Knight, knowing that they had people already out looking for anyone with information about Lysithea. “If he’s not going to say anything, we’ll just find someone who will.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2022 12:22 pm
“I know,” Michel said, not quite harshly, but certainly with great stubbornness. He didn’t look at Jet; he didn’t need to see that smug expression on his face. He didn’t think he could risk it, not when he already wanted to smash his face in so badly.
What he didn’t know was why they were still keeping him around.
But, it wasn’t his problem. Maybe if they wisened up, they’d just kill him now and get it over with.
Though the time spent with him was useless, he nodded to Valhalla and offered a brief, “Thanks, though. I'm going to head out for a bit. Good luck.”
He would find Lysithea. Jet’s lack of information left him no worse off than he had been before–angrier, though, but Michel had gotten very good at weaponizing that.
He’d just go find some other agent to take it out on.
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