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[typemoonmoon]

[ 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.

Comments

[typemoonmoon]

[ 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? ]

[snakeskin_magus]

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.

[typemoonmoon]

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. ]

[snakeskin_magus]

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]

[typemoonmoon]

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.

[snakeskin_magus]

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.]

[typemoonmoon]

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. ]

[snakeskin_magus]

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.

[typemoonmoon]

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. ]

[snakeskin_magus]

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.

[typemoonmoon]

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. ]

[snakeskin_magus]

[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.