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Post by Kyubey on Aug 23, 2013 19:55:55 GMT -5
From behind her mask, Lynwood glared at the Victorians, and then at Wrath, as they shouted at her and insulted her. If they intended to intimidate her with their words and voices, their excessively haughty behavior and manner of speaking did not succeed in making her feel anything other than disdain. Failing to be drawn in by Wrath's condescension, Lynwood imagined that, if Wrath felt the need to so desperately prove his own sense of importance by belittling those around him, the people of his nation must not have been so great as Jackal claimed.
"Was I judging?" she asked directly, "I wasn't trying to do so."
As Wrath talked about Jackal's previous attempts to rise to power, Lynwood happened to look over at him, and caught note of the feeling from his eyes. Being the sort of person that she was, she could feel his emotions rather strongly, and internalized them. Jackal had accepted her, and had even saved her life. Wrath speaking down to her was one thing entirely, but she couldn't so easily let slide such words if they were directed at a friend.
"You think of him as a joke?" she said to Wrath, "When he recognized the power you hold in your machines, when he understood all that you're capable of and all your supposed greatness, he still could find the strength within him to stand against you. Even though he had been alone in his struggle, even if he knew how dangerous you and your kind are, and how small his own power is in comparison, he still refused to ignore the faults in your ways, and is trying to make your nation better. How can you claim to be so wise, if you cannot even see the value in that bravery?"
As much as she disliked the Victorians, and wanted to fight against them right then, she still had to bitterly acknowledge to herself that they still held the power in this situation. Not just for her own safety, but for that of her shipmates, she had to follow her example. Though, for the moment, following Wrath might not have been so bad a concept.
"I would like to speak to this Slythe. I've no protest. Lead on, Wrath."
As for Wrath's brief mention of Kusu being the destroyer of Regala, Lynwood did not pay it much mind. She didn't even know what Regala was, and the though that Kusu could destroy anything seemed too impossible to be anything but laughable. She was certain that, whatever Wrath was talking about, it must have been a mistake, if not an outright lie.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 24, 2013 3:21:41 GMT -5
Everything that was happening about Kalen, all these sudden developments and this commotion, and here he was feeling dizzy and missing most of it. He caught tidbits and pieces of conversations and insults, such as Regala, but otherwise his mind was cloudy. A distinct lack of blood was probably the culprit, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet.
"Hey... Hey Silver, we're going then right?"
Stumbling to his feet, he followed after the others, trying his best to shield him eyes from the light which looked to be quite painful to the shepherd boy. Although he had no trouble in keeping up with the others, he did not do it steadily, and might have appeared drunk to the onlooker. Doubly so, as the red captain's jacket did a good job hiding the blood.
"How... how far is it to this... this Scythe guy?"
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Post by Mise™ on Aug 25, 2013 7:21:18 GMT -5
Prince Karalisk did not react to the Victorians that launched an attack towards him and the losers around him. If any of the attackers were to get close enough to His Highness someone would get hurt, and it defiantly wouldn't be the prince of Coryphaeus. Luckily, for the Victorians, no blood was shed, for now. As the group started to move forward Karalisk did follow them, quite nicely in fact not doing anything bad, other than littering the golden streets of Victoria with his cigar. "*cough*" "There was something I was fucking supposed to do..." "*cough*" "Oh yes!" "Hey, fuckface!" Karalisk addressed Wrath, though due to using such an ambiguous nickname it was hard to tell who he actually spoke to. "I have some fucking high priority mail to send. Where is the nearest fucking post office?" "*cough*"
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Post by Kuro on Aug 31, 2013 17:42:27 GMT -5
Wrath was not amused by Kusu's threat. "You would show me what it means to be an insect? I have no need of such a demonstration; you have already proven your status as such." When she mentioned Wolf, Wrath chuckled. "Fell away? Oh yes, I know of what you speak. I suspect that we already have him in our possession. Perhaps the two of you will be reunited soon enough."
As Lynwood spoke for Jackal, Wrath scoffed while the exiled Victorian, still bleeding on the ground, listened intently on what she was saying, eyes wide and focused up on her. When she was done, Wrath shook his head, his voice now less angry but as stern as ever. "What good is bravery if it gets you nothing? If he is so brave, then what of it? What has it gotten him? Nothing but exile, ridicule, and pain. You ask me how I can be so wise if I cannot see the value of his bravery. The simple answer is that there is no value to his bravery. You revere it, but it gets you so little. His bravery has left him in this wretched state. Bravery is worth nothing. Do not tell me that I know not of it's value, for there is no such value to know. His efforts are just as worthless as he."
After Lynwood told Wrath to lead on, Jackal signaled Mr. Dark to help him up. Thanks to the boogeyman's help, he was no longer bleeding at this point, and the swollen part of his face was covered by the mask Kusu had given her. He stood up and turned to the Urdian, his voice sounding a little odd due to his injured mouth. There might have been a tear in his eye, but he quickly rubbed it away. "T-thank you, Lynwood. No one's ever said anything like that for me. I, heh, haven't had anyone say anything for me for a...long time. T-thank you, Lynwood. This is most likely meaningless to you, but thank you so much." Wrath said nothing at the display of emotion as he turned to lead the group towards Armada Tower. In response to Kalen's question, Wrath spoke.
"Walking there will not take long. Once we are in the tower, we shall ride an elevator up to floor 498. You should be grateful, you injured maggot. No outsider has ever been in this realm before; enjoy every moment of watching the sights around you."
Silver walked alongside Kalen, holding him up for stability and support. The crowd of Victorians parted as the group went through, making no attempt to touch the savages. Some of the spectators started to walk away from the scene while others flew off by the jet mechanisms in their boots as shown moments ago. All in all, they seemed bored. Mr. Dark noticed this and wondered just what such people did all day in such an idyllic paradise. He walked near Kalen to look at his injuries and manner. "Once we reach the building and stop moving, I can treat your wound. It would not do for you to stumble around everywhere." At those words, Silver looked deep in thought for a moment. Shortly enough, she looked at Kalen. "The doctor is right, Kalen. You are badly injured. If you want, I could carry you for the rest of the way. Nothing would be wrong with that, right? It would be my way of helping you. Please?" She smiled at Kalen, eager to help but understanding if he wanted no such thing.
Oddly enough, there had been no reaction to Kara's words. Mr. Dark had expected Kara to be executed on the spot, but it was almost as if none of the Victorians or Wrath had heard it. Perhaps, he mused, it was because they were so haughty and full of themselves that their minds could not even comprehend the very idea of anyone being so disrespectful to one of their leaders. The inability to comprehend it might have resulted in their minds shutting out such an unbelievable insult. In any case, it would have worked out for the boogeyman either way. While Kara was powerful, he was far too sloppy and chaotic to be of any use.
"I am afraid I do not remember you, masked man! You see, I do not spend time remembering those weaker than I. Hahhaha."
"Oh ho ho, how the 'mighty' forget. You simply just can't believe what happened to you, can you?" Slythe began to walk around the decapitated head, his silver eyes focused on his toy. "Say what you will, the past is fact. You think of yourself as such a powerful, feared beast, and yet...oh, the things we did. We brought you down into a state of nothing. We smashed you under our heel, we used you up, we dissected you as much as possible, and took your secrets. Despite whatever you say, the both of us will always know that you were nothing and that you are nothing. You, Fenrir, one of the mightiest beasts of all time, are nothing compared to me, and I have proven it as fact."
He backhanded the metallic head, creating a loud CLANG in the room. Slythe did not seem damaged in the slighest. The head now had a dent in its side. The C.E.O chuckled and turned to the other in the room. "Lust! What is your progress?"
The Executive turned towards him while turning a valve on of his canisters again, creating a cacophony of laughter as he did so. "Ah ha ha, oh, yes, yes. Yes, the progress is going along smoothly. As you can see, all of his insides are now his outsides! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
It was true. As Fenrir could see, all of the mechanisms and parts that had made up the inner workings of the cyborg were now laid out on tables. The body was no more than an empty husk that had been completely dismembered, each limb and its insides on separate tables. The smirk behind Slythe's mask didn't have to be visible to seen as he turned back towards the head.
"Oh, and before I forget, I suppose that you wanted to regenerate, didn't you? Did you really think I never saw that coming?"
The sound of a valve turning. Something clanking.
And then, once again, black.
Whatever regeneration was going to happen no longer did.
There was no noise, no vision.
Only Fenrir's thoughts and Wolf's, both of them powerless in the darkness.
But they weren't alone.
The lobby of Armada Tower was a perfect, sparkling white. There was not a single stain or speck anywhere until the savages walked in. The room was massive, one hallway that was extremely wide and extremely tall; the ceiling was high above them. Six pillars stood at the sides and corners of the room, each of them in the accurately sculpted shape of one of the Executives in a shining display of vanity; Mr. Dark could see a pillar in the shape of Wrath, towering over the group like a massive, imposing titan looking down at the bugs on the floor. In the middle of the lobby was a statue almost as big, made out of solid gold. This statue portrayed a man of a handsome, lean build in a large fur coat and elaborate wear. A multi-jeweled crown sat atop its head, with the statue having giant, shining jewels to match. The statue was in a pose of pure arrogance, where he stood proud and held a wine glass in one hand and a globe in the other, the world in his possession. Like the statue of Wrath, it was massive on a ridiculous scale. It's eyes were silver and gazed at the group as they came close.
The group had just passed the statue when the sound of more hissing could be heard. Wrath stopped and looked up, as did Mr. Dark and Silver. Two heavenly beings came down from the sky of the ceiling, the smoke and steam pouring out of their shoes just like Wrath's in order to keep them floating. They took their time coming down to the ground, floating slightly above it rather than actually touching it with their shoes, just like Wrath.
It was obvious for many reasons that whatever creature Wrath was, the two new beings were the same. They were of the exact same height and build and wore immaculate white suits. They both had gold wrapped around them as some sort of accessory; one of them had the gold spiraling around his arms and shoulders. The other had large wings and a halo, both made of gold, giving him a truly angelic and divine appearance. The one with the hands had a black symbol on his white mask that resembled a coin. The other had a symbol that resembled a sinister-looking heart. They both had orchestras for voices, although each had a different set of voices that differentiated the three. The winged one spoke first.
"Wrath. I see that you have the savages in tow."
Wrath made a variety of grunts. "Yes, Pride, that can be seen by anyone with eyes."
Pride ignored the remark and turned his head to look at the group, towering over them as he did so. "Hm. How unimpressive. Of course, I know that appearances can be deceiving. You lot should be grateful; I have decided to spend my valuable time on you. There are hundreds of thousands in this world who would love to converse with a being as powerful and majestic as I. I require no thanks for my generosity; as a fleeting fancy, I am momentarily curious of the workings of lower beings. Tell me, why would any of you side with someone such as Jackal? Surely not only for money? I can see some trace of an attempt at wisdom in some of your eyes; you would not risk your lives for money. I want to hear one of you explain your actions in dealing with this thing." He gave a lazy point towards an offended Jackal before standing by, waiting for an answer. Before any could be given though, the other Executive spoke up.
"Hmm...how odd."
Pride glanced at the one next to him, annoyance in his voices. "What?"
The Executive of the coin floated nearer, looking straight at Lynwood behind his faceless mask. It might have been an odd sight, her mask giving its sinister grin to the faceless being. "You wear Jackal's mask. I wonder why."
Wrath shook his head. "Most likely for some meaningless reason, Greed. It's not as if she tore it from him."
Greed focused on Lynwood, although staying some feet away from her. "I can only assume that our dear exiled Victorian had some sort of reason to give it to you. He might be incompetent, but he's not stupid; no Victorian is. He is certainly not kind either. For what reason would you wear his face? Unless...you wear it because you must." He continued to circle around her. "You wear it because the air is too vile for you, too bloated with the future. You come from a land where even the most trace amounts of pollutants is nonexistent. You come from a savage land. Oh, how very interesting. What is it, then? What primitive society do you come from? It would be exquisite if you came from a land far from here, an unexplored one, one full of mystery and wonder. What is your race?"
Mr. Dark looked at Lynwood, curious as to what her reaction would be. Pride, meanwhile, floated closer to Kalen, looking at him and the spider. "This cannot be right, though. A bloated spider and some scruffy shepherd boy; not terrorist or mercenary material." Silver was ataken back, but did not risk any contact with the rude being."B-bloated? I'm not confident in many things, but I know how I look. You c-cannot call me bloated. I do not even know what creature you are..." Pride floated nearby, uninterested in her words. "Hm. Bloated. With a ridiculous excuse of a pirate novice next to it."
Wrath sighed, choosing to turn his direction towards Kusu and Mr. Dark. "You will meet Slythe soon enough. For now, you must waste your time with these two wastes of air and space. What do you think, little child? The tiny destroyer of a kingdom; are there thoughts running in your head about how you can spread explosions about this building? Do you only see the room around you in pieces and flames? Are you so wanting of destruction? Do you want to kill us out of anger, Phantom Hawk? Are you just boiling over with rage?"
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Post by CJ on Sept 2, 2013 17:59:20 GMT -5
Kusu became distraught when Wrath suggested they already had Wolf in their "possession." Thinking back on what little schooling she had, she knew possession refered to an object someone owned. Yes, to her, Wolf was a robot. But he was more than that. He had feelings and dreams. At least, she supposed he did.
"I doubt it," she muttered.
Watching as Mr. Dark, Jackal and Lynwood walked before her, she realized she was proud the Urdian. She was exactly what she wanted to see in a crewmember, someone who defended others despite overwhelming opposition. She couldn't help but hope Lynwood saw more in Kusu than just an associate or captain. Now, more than ever, she really wanted to be her friend.
As they began yet another step in their journey, the young captain tried to keep her eyes away from Kalen, not for guilt over his injuries but because she didn't want others to know how strangely tasty his friend looked to her.
With a brief glance, Kusu looked to see if Kara really was going to send out his priority mail.
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Bewildered by the scenery around her, Kusu thought back on simplier times, Pink fields and magenta trees with rainbows showering the skies. She wanted to go back home, where everything was pink and pretty and not as sterile and cold.
Her wings stretched and flinched as Kusu wished she could float alongside Wrath and the two other strange people. Her wings wouldn't allow her to do that, she had to keep flying around to stay in the air. Like the others (probably) she stuck to the ground.
Like Wrath, she didn't find Pride or Greed to be friendly or kind. She didn't like how they treated the others, analyzing Lynwood like a rare creature and scoffing at Kalen and his delicious friend. She was about to defend her crewmates when Wrath questioned her about her wants.
For a brief moment, Kusu remembered watching the city of Regala fall apart under the force of a power she didn't understand, then reading later about how the blame was put on her. A broken people was united under a misguided hatred of her and her friends.
Her face scrunched up as she held back a whimper. The metal of her mask shifted and expanded, covering her whole face as she regained her exposure. It shrunk back when she calmed down.
"Do you really think I'm capable of doing that?" she asked. She didn't seem sad or angry, but rather simply curious.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Sept 7, 2013 21:05:35 GMT -5
Samuel, in the dark void that was his mind, sat down in front of a curled up Fenir.
"See the mess you got me in?" asked Samuel, looking about. "Nothing but darkness. I can't even hear the external controls. He had no idea of the condition of the body. The regeneration process had stopped just below the 100% mark. "Now we're stuck."
"We're stuck?" growled Fenrir, turning around and curling back up, his back to Samuel. "I'm the one who is stuck! Stuck with a weakling human! If only those damn Government didn't capture me... I could still be roaming free, causing destruction."
Samuel sighed, looking down at his hands. They were the hands of a cyborg. He couldn't even remember what his real human hands looked like. He looked back over at Fenrir. "You seem to get captured quite a lot for an 'unstoppable' beast. First Victoria, and then the Government. How did they do it?"
Fenrir grunted. "Like I said, I don't remember. I don't keep stupid things like that to mind. All I care about is getting out of this damn body and razing this city to the ground, and nothing is going to stop me, not you, not your damn crew, and especially not Victoria. You'll see, Samuel. You'll see what I can really do."
Samuel shook his head. "I've seen what you can do. You promised you wouldn't cause trouble."
"That was before I talked back to those Victorians. I don't care anymore about whatever bind you put on me."
Samuel shrugged. "Then, maybe it's a good thing Victoria shut me down. If they hadn't, who knows what you'd be doing right now."
Fenrir twisted his head around and opened a single yellow eye. "Eh, what was that? Shut me down?"
Samuel nodded. "Yeah, I just said that. Seems the Victorians have shut down all my systems. It reminds me of that girl... Rebecca Cold." Samuel closed his eyes, remembering the little girl who just wanted to make him safe and happy. She was gone now, and that is why Samuel was still fighting. For her sake and her memory. He opened his eyes and looked back at Fenrir. "Anyway, why are you questioning it?"
Fenrir rubbed his chin against his paws, chuckling in a soft growling voice. "You can't shut me down. You'll see soon, little human. Heheh."
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In the room in which Wolf had been taken apart, if one paid enough attention, they might see a small red and black tendril, almost like a mist in a solid form, slowly flow down out of the bottom of Wolf's decapitated head.
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Post by Kyubey on Sept 11, 2013 1:01:53 GMT -5
Lynwood stared at Wrath as they continued to look down on her, but she didn't say anything. As it was for the moment, she had no words for the floating figure. They simply operated on completely different levels of thought, and any further attempts at finding middle ground would likely prove pointless. As such, she didn't even bother.
When Jackal thanked her, Lynwood wished he could have been able to see her face. As it was, after the Victorian had just saved her life, it almost came as a shock to her that he would be the one to thank her, but, having just witnessed how he was treated by his own kind, she understood. She couldn't imagine what it must be like, to be rejected and hated by one's fellow citizens like that. It must have been crushing, and she admired him for being able to stay as strong as he was. As she was unable to convey anything with her face, she simply placed her hand upon his shoulder.
"I merely was unable to let them ignore your courage," she said to him. "Such a quality is a great strength, and that is never useless. Already I can see, you are so much more than any other Victorian."
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Lynwood looked around the sparkling lobby of the tower, but did not show any wonder or reverence to the lifeless room. She was unable to wrap her mind around such a place, so big and grand in appearance, but yet, so absolutely empty in feeling. The disconnect from the world they inhabited continued to define Victoria, and it showed in that place as it did everywhere else. As such, from her mask, she appeared to not react at all. She did react, however, to the two figures like Wrath that appeared. Wrath, by itself, was an unusual sight, but somehow, seeing that there were even more things like them was even more unsettling. Just what were these things, really, that could take on such a shape? Certainly, they weren't human. What sort of person would willingly be so removed from their own humanity? Part of her was amazed by them, but she was also slightly horrified by their nature and existence. Like Kusu, this place, and those who were in it, made Lynwood yearn for home.
What she did not expect was for the one named Greed to show such interest in her. Clearly, it had impressive intelligence, for it was so quickly able to guess so many details about her, just from the fact she was wearing a mask. But, more than that, when it correctly guessed she was from a relatively primitive tribe, he responded with curiosity rather than disgust. By this point, she would have thought that the Victorians simply ignored those they considered lesser than themselves. Was this one different?
"I am the last of the Urdians," she responded. While Greed may or may not have been like the others, Lynwood had heard enough from Wrath to be guarded around him. Whatever Greed's intentions may have been, for the moment, she would just answer his questions directly and honestly, nothing more.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Sept 12, 2013 3:51:19 GMT -5
"Hey I'm not a pirate! Or... I don't think I am. At the very least, I'm reasonably sure that first and foremost I am something else before I'm a pirate!"
Kalen took offense to Pride's remark about his being a pirate novice. Well, he couldn't refute one part of that, but he definitely wasn't a pirate! Time was, perhaps he thought he was one, or that he was becoming one. His aspirations would have led him to be one of the best, but as of late, that future was fading. A pirate might be better than these Victorians at least, but he was less a pirate now than he was before, and more that other thing than ever.
"Hey wait a minute, I never asked, but what does Scythe want with us? With a place like this, doesn't he have better things to do than to busy himself with the likes of us?"
A pang of curiosity hit the shepherd boy as the floating entities spoke more on their coming fate, and Kalen remembered what it was that he wanted to know since hearing the name first. His response was a mix of that curiosity, as well as an attempt to get a better answer than the group had received thus far, by playing to the superiority complex this lot seemed to ascribe to.
"Surely there's better things to do than to bother with every lowly foreigner that passes this way?"
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Post by Mise™ on Sept 13, 2013 11:12:55 GMT -5
Surprisingly prince Karalisk did not seem too bothered by the fact that no one paid any attention to him as he asked about the post office and did not even end up harming anyone just yet at least. His Highness knew what to do, this sorry excuse of a city needed something, a new postmaster, and the prince was just the man for the job. And soon, after changing his clothes a bit to fit more for his new occupation, the world's strongest postmaster was ready for duty. He might not have been the greatest postman when it came to customer service or so you would think, but the one and only customer he was ever going to serve would leave satisfied and that customer was Karalisk himself. Postmaster Karalisk went through the pieces of the snake robot he had disassembled earlier, glancing at each of them very briefly, then putting them in to a box, along with a short letter where he wrote some nasty words on and then finally finished the package with a pretty pink ribbon. "Special, fucking, delivery." The postmaster announced as he kicked the package and sent it flying high speed towards the direction he deemed to be right. Most likely the package would end up hitting the great wall of Victoria and either breaking through it or getting destroyed itself. However by this point Karalisk had already retired as the postmaster of Victoria, believing that his message was sent to it's rightful receiver.
"*cough*"
----- As the group got to the tower Karalisk decided to go his own way, once again. Well he was going to where he was supposed to, so at least that was fine. But he was going to the 498th floor by climbing the tower from the outside instead of riding an elevator like the other losers were going to. As he climbed along the tower the prince carefully counted the floors until he felt like he was at the 498th and then he was ready to then bust down the wall and walk inside. He was quite a fast climber and the fact that everyone else had to go through bunch of meaningless blabbering with some of Victoria's elite would His Highness, most likely, reach the target destination much earlier than the others.
"*cough*"
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Post by Kuro on Sept 14, 2013 18:48:19 GMT -5
"Do you really think i'm capable of doing that?"
Even without any eyes, it was obvious that Wrath was staring at Kusu, analyzing her, scrutinizing her. He was silent for a time, and just as his voices began to talk, Pride interrupted and floated in front of him, choosing to answer Kalen's questions after this chance of flaunting his superiority.
"Of course you are. Anyone can be capable of anything. That is what Arkady Industries does. Behind our walls and our factories, we create power that savages could never dream of. We are gods who look down at the world beneath our feet and see a land of infants squabbling with the simplest swords and guns. We Victorians look at the war, the so-called depravity of the world, and see inefficiency and weakness. It could be done so much better.
That is one reason why Arkady Industries was created. Not just for the absolute power it has in the world, not just to make the wealthiest beings on the planet, not just to spread our control. We give the world access to our technology, barring the most advanced aspects, and for what? Don't you think that we've thought of what Jackal must have suggested to you? Making machines and inventions that focus not on warfare, but on life and the preservation of such. Tools that make it easier and happier, tools that are of no interest to us. We look upon the land of savages and give them toys that will have them kill each other faster and more easily. We have made war more destructive than ever before.
You and your civilized world are but toys to us higher beings. We enjoy watching you kill each other off, so we give you our weapons so that you can do it in more destructive and efficient ways. It is like watching children throwing rocks at each other and then giving one of them a gun to see what happens. That's all you exist for. Under the rule of Arkady Industries, that is all the world will ever exist for."
With that, Pride floated back to his place, leaving an annoyed Wrath whose multiple growls could be heard as he watched him go. Multiple clicks sounded out behind him, signaling that three doors had opened. Wrath floated towards the one of them, gesturing for the others to come. "We are going up to a higher floor where everything has been set in place. Three of us to each elevator will ensure the maximum amount of comfort and reasonable space. I suggest that everyone cooperate immediately. That means you, Pride and Greed. I'm sure that the savages at least know how to follow directions."
Wrath stood with Kusu and Mr. Dark in one elevator, more than enough space for the three to not touch each other. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the elevator ended up making the room look like a white void; even the door wasn't visible. A little after the elevator started moving, Wrath spoke to Kusu.
"I do not know what drove you to destroy Regala and I know few facts on how you were able to obtain the resources to do so, but what I do know is that you are just as capable of doing such a thing as anyone in this room. Whether it be you, your dark friend, the savage or the nervous spider, you all have the capacity to do such a thing. All you need is a push."
Mr. Dark finally spoke up. "I suppose that you have considered the possibility that she has been framed?"
Laughs actually came from the being, all of them mean-spirited. He looked in the boogeyman's direction. "Framed? This girl? It would make more sense for her to be the criminal rather than someone framed for the crime. Who in their right mind would frame a little girl? If someone was able to destroy an entire city without an army, then they would at least be cunning enough to not put such blame on such an unthinkable subject. That she was the one to commit the deed and was caught would make more sense."
"That could be exactly what the original culprit had wanted you to think."
Wrath was quiet for a moment, hesitant to respond. When he did, snarls could be heard as he looked at the boogeyman. "I am no idiot, you fool. I run the largest corporation in the world; I would be able to realize what you said if it were true."
"I did think it was foolish of the others to think that someone could subjugate you. Slythe must insult you every day, does he not?"
Growls came from him. "Of course he does. That idiot thinks he's actually in charge of this place, of this entire operation. He knows nothing. He sees himself as a king of the world. Do not think that I am someone who would just lets others do what they want to me. I am in control."
Mr. Dark looked at Kusu and then back at Wrath. "...Of course. We would never doubt it. Perhaps you should prove it to the others though. They don't appreciate you as much, blind and stupid as they are."
"...Yes. Perhaps. This is the only time savages have ever breached this place."
"Would you have savages think of you as a servant?"
"No, you idiot!" He turned on Mr. Dark and was inches away from placing his hands on his neck. "Do you think I would ever let that happen?!"
"...Of course not. Please forgive me for my insolence."
"...Hm. You are not forgiven, you maggot. Talk amongst yourselves if you wish, I care not for the small talk between savages. I must think to myself on something...Something important."
Meanwhile, Greed had pure fascination and interest in his voices. "An Urdian! No! Impossible." His head moved around as he scanned her. "An Urdian...oh, there would be no reason for you to lie. An Urdian, yes, you must be! And the last one at that! The last of the Urdian, the last of a race, the final and only trace of a unique culture in the world! Oh...this is marvelous! I must say, Jackal, you have proven of some use today!" He gave the Victorian a pat on the head, which Jackal did not resist out of fear. "Oh yes, what a prize! We will definitely have to talk later. Hearing that the marines had botched our instructions regarding that island of yours was infuriating. Seeing that you are safe and sound, well...this day is quite lucky."
Jackal's eyes flickered between Lynwood and Greed, anxious as to what would happen next. His fingers twitched towards the knife hidden in his sleeve, the same as the knives the Victorian mob had earlier. He did not like where this was going.
Nearby, Pride seemed amused by Kalen's talking. "Not a pirate? I knew it. As for your questions, yes, we would rather not associate ourselves with lowly creatures such as yourself. However, that is just it. You are the first non-Victorians to enter Victoria since those walls were raised. You are the first 'lowly foreigners' to ever be here and you will be the only such people to ever be here. Although we are naturally repulsed at the idea of scum such as yourself even touching any part of our beautiful world, we must admit that there are some benefits to you being here. After all, when you do something impressive, do you not wish to show it off? After years of hiding our glory to ourselves, it'll be nice to have someone appreciate our power for a change. That's all you're here for really, just to be our audience. There is no longer any other point to your existence. Perhaps Greed or Lust would want something to do with you afterwards, but that is irrelevant. Your fates are already sealed.
I do not know what Slythe would want with you, but he has...ordered us to bring you to him. What insolence, what arrogance on his part. He knows not of what he deals with, but I suppose such matters are above of your concern or comprehension. You should be honored enough to even be speaking to me. It is not often that a little shepherd such as yourself speaks to a god."
Silver looked Pride up and down, seemingly looking for something, hesitant before speaking with a tone of curiosity in her voice.
"...And just what is so wrong with being a shepherd? In the short amount of time i've known him, he's travelled across sewers, shining stores, a crashing airship and now this place. He's already done so much. Just what makes you better than him?"
Pride looked down at her and Kalen, eventually turning his direction to the latter. "Why don't you tell her, shepherd? Tell your close one just why I am better than you. List in excruciating detail just why you are nothing compared to me. It may make your eventual fate less painful in the long run. I'm sure even someone as stupid as you can work it out."
Slythe had left some time ago from Lust's laboratory. Lust himself was focused on the parts that he had extracted from Wolf's body. Thus, he did not see the tendril behind him. He turned the valve on his canister again and laughed.
The package had been smashed against the wall when it was thrown, but that was not as important as the madness that Kara was acting in. It was unbelievable that Kara had just climbed the tower so brazenly. It was unbelievable that he had left the group with no punishment. In fact, Wrath had seen him depart moments before they entered the tower. So why did he do nothing? Because he had been ordered to. It was unbelievable that he had been able to climb the tower without the Victorians going mad. Well, actually, it wasn't that unbelievable. The Victorians saw machines cleaning and maintaining the exterior of the massive structure all of the time. Compared to the size of the building, Kara seemed like another one of such things. It was unbelievable that Kara broke into the room and more unbelievable that there was someone inside.
In the white void of a room was a clean white chair with eight tables surrounding it, one larger than the others. In one of the normal chairs sat a being that looked similar to Wrath. Gold wrapped the chest of his white suit like armor and on his faceless head was a symbol that resembled...something messy, actually. It looked more like a stain on his mask than anything. His attention was slowly turned to Kara when he loudly entered the room and his body language was not excited or scared at all. He had been working on some paperwork and now someone interrupted him. With a multitude of sighs, he spoke in a calm, perhaps bored orchestra.
"Greetings, foreigner. I see that you've taken the express route. I don't know what you really expected to find up here, but feel free to look around. Nothing of value in this meeting room. Just don't bother me while I work, okay?"
With another sigh, he looked back to his papers and continued writing on them, seemingly disinterested in the madman who had just broken into the chamber.
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Post by CJ on Sept 16, 2013 16:10:49 GMT -5
"Whether I destroyed Regala or not, I can speak for myself," Kusu gripped, standing behind Mr. Dark and Wrath. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here."
Her mask wrapped around her head, now looking like a knight's helmet, perhaps to hide her emotions further. Her wings folded in and out, itching for a wider space and higher ceiling.
Much likely to Mr. Dark's disappointment, Kusu didn't catch onto to his pandering. She thought he was being serious. She was at least careful enough not to speak directly to Wrath as he though.
"Why isn't this place called Wrath Industries if he's in charge, Mister Scary Man?" she asked. "It doesn't make much sense to me."
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Post by Hitotsumami on Sept 16, 2013 21:28:02 GMT -5
Samuel raised an eyebrow as Fenrir began to snicker inside the dark void of his mind.
"What is so funny?" asked Samuel.
"The outside," chuckled Fenrir. "And you. Stuck alone here in your mind, without even the faintest clue of what is going on. I can see it all."
Samuel leaned forward. "What? How? You're locked in here just as I am!"
"Says you," said the wolf. "There is one big difference between you and me. You're a robot, and I'm a living thing. These guys who apparently know me, they disassembled a machine, but they cannot disassemble me. Though I am bond to your mind, I can still exert my own presence to the outside world, as I am doing now."
Samuel shook his head. "Well, what do you see? What's the plan?"
Fenrir chuckled. "To get us moving again, you fool! Now, explain to me how you reactivate your regeneration."
Samuel sighed, looking down. He never knew how his regeneration worked before he met that girl, Rebecca Cold. In an instant, she had shut him off, and then turned him back on. She was the one who taught Samuel all about who and what he was. That's because it was her father who constructed Samuel.
"There is a mechanism in the back of the neck," said Wolf. "You have to reach inside. Attach the two wires, the red and green ones, and then you'll have to manually start the gears. Then it'll start."
"Fanastic," chuckled Fenrir, licking his paws while the tendril outside began working into the back of Samuel's head.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Samuel. "What are you planning now?"
Fenrir opened on eye and focused it on Samuel. "I'm going to destroy Victoria, of course!"
Samuel clenched his fists, already regretting what he had told the wolf. "You can't! My friends, as far as I know, are still in this city. If you go mad, they could be caught in the rubble and die as well!"
"Like I care!" shot back Fenrir. "If you want your friends to survive so well, then you're going to have to learn to control me, and I don't see that coming in your near future, so just step back and let me bring this place to rubble! You were sent here to kill a man, right? So let me do it! It's what I do best! Hahahahahaha!"
Samuel sighed, clenching his fists and lookign down at the cold, black floor. "Don't kill my friends."
Fenrir stretched its paws and then stood up, pacing around. "No promises. Remember! I am an Ancient Weapon!"
Regeneration Reactivated. Beginning Regeneration. Regeneration stopped at 95%. Regenreation now 100%.
Lust would surely hear behind him as Samuel Wolf began to reform out of nothing. The parts already removed were left where they were, and instead, new parts seemed to appear from thin air as Wolf's chest reformed, followed by his arms and legs. But this was no regular Samuel Wolf, not the one they had captured after he had fallen into the city. No, this was a monster. Wolf's face panel was open, showing a round circular mouth filled with sharp teeth. It's arms had opened to reveal an assortment of weaponry, both melee and long range. It's feet were shooting fire as a booster, hovering him just a few feet in the air. Fenrir had complete control.
"Hey, whatever your name was," said Wolf, lifting up a palm from which a beam began to form. "Who's the smart guy now?" The beam shot out, and it would pierce Lust if he didn't get out of the way or react.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Sept 20, 2013 3:34:28 GMT -5
"Why don't you tell her, shepherd? Tell your close one just why I am better than you. List in excruciating detail just why you are nothing compared to me. It may make your eventual fate less painful in the long run. I'm sure even someone as stupid as you can work it out."
"But I don't even know who you are... like, I have no idea what you've ever done. I'll be honest Silver, those things you said that you've seen so far, they're not that impressive. I mean I've done more than that, I've been around quite a bit."
The whole time Kalen was just sitting on the floor of the elevator with his arms wrapped around himself, trying not to bleed to death any more, though when Pride looked at him he scooched back a bit.
"I may only be a shepherd but at least I've been outside these walls. Without knowing anything about you, without having something to compare to, I can't say for sure who is better."
It wasn't as though he were trying to come off as belligerent or anything, he just still didn't understand this place or its people, so he tried to act as honestly as he knew how. Pride asked him a question, and it actually took him awhile of considering to come up with an answer.
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Post by Kyubey on Sept 21, 2013 17:29:59 GMT -5
Greed knew about the Urdians.
Nobody had recognized Lynwood's race before. Not since they were killed such a long time ago. If there were people left who knew who the Urdians were and what happened to them, she never met them, and had no knowledge of their existence. She had been alone, the only person left in the world to carry on the memories of her tribe. Such she had thought. But yet, here of all places, there was Greed. If her mask was removed, he would see her eyes wide with shock, and observe her bottom lip quivering. Her hands were shaking with emotion, particularly the one that hovered over her weapon. Otherwise, however, she was frozen.
Before, Lynwood thought that Greed was different from the others, somehow. Now, she could see that he wasn't. Just from his choice of words, she could now tell that while he did take an interest in the Urdians, he saw no value to them as a group of individuals. More than likely, Greed and the other Arkadians viewed her tribe as just a particularly fascinating species of animal. She hated it. If her deceased friends and family couldn't even be respected by those who remembered them, perhaps it may have been better if they had been forgotten. Greed almost reeked of condescension.
And then, Greed had to mention instructions of some kind. Not only did he know of the Urd tribe, he seemed to have an understanding of how they died. At the least, he knew the Marines were involved. And what instructions? Was AI involved in some way? That was what hurt Lynwood most deeply. Nobody was supposed to know of what happened to the Urdians. Only Lynwood was supposed to keep that secret. That was the way she wanted it to be. If Greed knew of all these things, what else could he possibly know? And now, as a whole new surge of emotions raced about in her mind, questions came to her that simply had to be answered, and she would find those answers in any way possible.
"Tell me," she commanded, without any trace of hesitation, seething through her teeth as she spoke with a pent-up ferocity, "Why did my people die?"
She spent the past six years trying to contain these emotions. It would have mostly been a lie, to say she fully succeeded. But she made an effort, enough of one to find other fulfillment from her life. The pain was still with her, and the memories of that night would never vanish, but she was just starting to form some new memories, to take her thoughts away from the worst of the questions, the ones she thought could never be resolved. What Greed may be able to give her in information, in those few careless sentences he completely annihilated any hopes of finding any sort of peace.
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Post by Mise™ on Sept 23, 2013 9:46:25 GMT -5
"*cough*" It did not take prince Karalisk long to get all the way to the 498th floor, in fact he was way ahead of everyone else that decided to ride the elevator, who were still having a chat with the Arkady executives. The floor was quite bland there really wasn't anything interesting there, just some weird guy in a mask; or for a Victorian he really wasn't that weird, from the perspective of His Highness they were all pretty much like that.
"*cough*"
"Ok." "*cough*"
Karalisk played nice and didn't bother the man and instead just wandered around trying to find if there was really anything interesting in here. He wasn't going to rampage or anything like that, but he did go from one room to another the usual way, as in busting through walls.
"*cough*"
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