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[ Darkness fills the space of the locket from her end with her own appearance barely visible. Night time. Eerily quiet for the world. With thick fabric wrapped around the side of her head in the form of a cloak. These actions paint the tale of being intentional, whether or not she fully comprehends her doing so is another story entirely. ]

What is this world's highest power? [ Not who, but what. She seeks out power beyond the mortal realm and feels as if this doesn't need clarification despite asking the captive populace. ]

Those who the sovereign answer to. [ Arcueid does clarify on that point as she sucks in her lower lip in thought, baring one of her fangs. ] Mystical creatures of power, magic... perhaps a god.

Yes, a god is exactly what I seek.

Tell me of one.

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[ Her temper is short for good reason, so when the area lights up it's because she willed it to, the air aglow with with orbs that float around her. The expression is the usual one void of emotion, but her hair mostly hidden underneath a cowl is much longer than before. ]

... [ The answer is because she's not a shadow, but a reflection of the planet itself. Doesn't he know this already? ]

[The reaction itself, showing with anger, might have made him happy to see before, but it only served to incite him further.]

What torture it must be to be disconnected from Gaia.

Nothing works quite the same, does it? At this rate, you must be nothing more than a mere phantasm. You're just a super-powered fairy.

It doesn't ache. [ Answering honestly, without much reason to keep it secret. As entertaining as it may be to others to see him so angry, she cares little for it and speaks only to shut him up. ]

When one source of power is removed, a substitute is in order. Witnessing what this world can grant a mere threadsnake opened my eyes. Burrow and bide your time for your funeral, Roa.

I've already been waiting too long.

[Though, he was startled by what she said. 'A substitute'? He couldn't have known. Her power was shared with him, but he gained nothing from her secondary source. If the Drabwurld added to her, he wouldn't have felt it even for a moment.

Despite this, Roa was far too intuitive for a hint such as that to not simply fly over his head. Moreover, he was used to the silence and Arcueid's answer felt nothing like a taunt to him, having felt her true wrath over a dozen times before.]

Still. Why do you wear that cowl, Arcueid Brunestud?

[He wouldn't ask her the truth outright. For whatever reason, Arcueid sought to hide something.]

[ Confusion mostly. Arcueid herself can't begin to explain why she's covered up or tried to keep herself hidden, yet will speak freely to any who talk to her. These emotions that have begun to slip within her personality were minor fractures that threaten to unravel her programming each day. ]

Something impossible has happened.

[ She simply doesn't grow hair. She's incapable of it. ]

You've said too much.

[It was only because of his wish that he knew. He was told she would get stronger when he vied for that boon. The imps said they could not restore her entirely, because of what happened to her. Instead, it was supposed to be the next best thing.

He had no idea what it was until that moment.]

Is Altrouge's trophy no longer in her hands?

What did you do? [ That is not the tone of someone who is grateful in the slightest. ]

Undoing this... It is beyond your capability.

[ So how? It's a question she can't answer and therefore she needs to seek out a source to this world to understand. ]

[If anything, he's the one who said too much--]

You're correct. It is beyond my capability. So, there's no reason to think I've had anything to do with it.

I'm simply observing.

[And yet, more and more came out, as if it was the best taunt he could muster.]

[ It's super effective. ] As if you'd allow it to be any other way.

[ There's no need to comment on the remark that he's observing her. Hasn't he been doing that all those years? ]

What would you know? You only spoke after he divided you in 19 parts--

[At least that he knew of.]

Perhaps the need to use words is indicative of imperfection.

Even if I'm not whole, your death is still inevitable.

[ In fact, it's because she's imperfect that he's flawed as well. It's just a matter of using it against him at the right time. ]

Develop a hobby, Arcueid Brunestud, because that day will not come for a long time.

Your indulgence in meaningless things gives me more than enough time to ready supplies of power to combat you.

[Don't you try and wreck his fort again]

An executioner has no need for hobbies. [ Kicking Roa's sandcastles down once he's ready to show them off is as close as it gets to a hobby with her. ]

You and the rest will fall.

It must be frustrating... Having your power ripped from you and twisted into something else.

[Since they discovered she had no Marble Phantasm, he had only grown more daring. Since he saw the 'Portrait', he had become less stable. Curbing his violent tendencies to appeal to the vampire kin who had approached him was getting to be more difficult.

He had to travel to make his kills, then. The problem was sneaking past Arcueid so he could calm himself down in a sea of corpses.]

I'm adaptable. [ Which is possibly the most chilling thing she can say out loud.

Something like this being able to modify her programming all on her own without guidance shows just how sentient she's grown in the past ten days. ]

Adaptability doesn't mean improvement. A machine's natural response implies flaws from the very beginning.

[At that, Roa agreed that the evolution she could undergo was terrifying, but that would discount how scary Arcueid was from the start. When confronted with the prospect of dueling with the True Ancestor, only a handful of Dead Apostle Ancestors would say they could prepare for her. Even then, they would never welcome it. Even Altrouge would think twice about fighting Arcueid, before and after their match.]

I used to think about how to get you to talk, and now it's so blasted easy that you waste words.

Waste... words? [ She understood the concept of wasting something, but she wasn't aware that words could be thrown away like that. ]

This is a new experience for me. That's all.

[ For something like her, speaking with others has been denied. He may have tried his hardest to get her to speak, but he lacked ~~protagswag~~ the final piece of the puzzle that was to unlocking her curiosity. Now she was less machine and something more mortal, tangible--something that could break easy if placed in the wrong hands. Having been delivered to the High King Ridire and his High Queen, they were definitely unsuitable for something of her caliber. ]

Words are necessary to communicate. Communication is necessary for survival. For trade. Culture. It's a necessity for those who can't survive on their own.

[He could put it into words. The fact that she was mortal--imperfect. There was now a way for him to describe it.]

You don't have a choice, anymore.

I have always had the choice. [ She reminds him of this because it seems he does need reminding. ]

The people here aren't from my world.

Aren't from ours.

Doubt you're from mine as well. You're... different. [ Arcueid's run the calculations over and over again. There are inconsistencies. Either this world has modified him a lot or the Fifth had been invoked. ]

[The thought was revolting. Roa breathed slow, through his nostrils. She was right, but he couldn't deny it. His circuits were screwed up. Though Arcueid was incorrect in her line of thinking, he understood why she felt disbelief. It was because he was from 'further down the line'. He was the dead vampire from one of billions of extensive timelines that could have been. He would have been familiar if she were ahead of him, instead.

Though, the worst of it had been the damage done to his circuits, which made him more human than he should have been. He couldn't deny that much, since at that very moment he was trying to dye it back--]

The only difference between myself and him is the normal divergence. You don't deal in isolating time--[Only magi terrified of death did that.] so, you wouldn't know how those wave-lengths and feelings normally change.

[What he hadn't realized was--Arcueid was absolutely correct. After his visit to the art gallery, the whole composition of his mind changed. He could no longer draw his reality marble inside his body. The Drabwurld refused to let him draw it out into the world, but then his body decided to reject it as well. Overload was an ability that was tied into his mind. His personality. As all reality marbles went, it depended on the user's understanding of themselves.

Fundamentally, Roa had changed.]

As far as vacations spots go, this is a sad joke.

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it was her birthday.... second....... jfc why did jesus have to come first

audio; he's still rude anyway

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