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Post by cyansky on Aug 6, 2009 14:10:07 GMT -5
Soraszen rolled its eyes. This. Was. Getting. Ridiculous. Partners. One of which was looked up at it with those eyes.
"Bah," said Sora, as it turned away. "I'd prefer if it you stayed quiet."
Soon would be the time to do the cheesy part of the memorial. Soraszen nodded at the mindless as they finished carving in the names of the dead and watched as the crowd laid their flowers and plaques next to the graves. As soon as that was done, Soraszen would begin its... um... speech. But only when they were done, which would be a while now.
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 8, 2009 9:07:12 GMT -5
"You obviously don't want to do this, so let me.", Zarikatesh replied with a quiet smile.
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Post by cyansky on Aug 8, 2009 9:20:03 GMT -5
Soraszen glowered at Zari, givinf her its meanest glare.
"Shut up Zari, of course I want to do this! You are just incapable of reading my expression properly!"
Sora honestly did want to do this; the problem was that was trying to make thing difficult. As usual. At this point and time, Sora wanted nothing more than to give her a good hard kick to send her flying out of the graveyard and out of its hair for a good long while.
Soraszen crossed its arms, leaned on the obelisk and waited for the mindless to finish putting their flowers and plaques on the graves and gather 'round. Soraszen had spent hours prepariung this speech, and there was no way in hell that it would let Zari do it.
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 8, 2009 9:28:24 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, you sounded so passive about doing it, that's all.", Zarikathesh replied. "Wait, if you wanted to everything yourself, then how come you called me to come over?".
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Post by cyansky on Aug 8, 2009 9:50:27 GMT -5
Soraszen continued to glare at Zari. She was annoying... as always. While it knew that yelling at its partner wasn't the best thing to do, Soraszen couldn't help it. It wasn't a particularly good tempered person, after all.
... And Zari was an expert at provoking its ire. No doubt about it.
"Call you over?! Call you over?!" it yelled, obviously infuriated. "Damn it, lady! I didn't call you over! You followed me here and entered without an invitation!"
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 8, 2009 10:00:02 GMT -5
"It's my job to follow you, duh!", Zarikatesh shot back. "Its not my fault you leave me out of all these things...".
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Post by cyansky on Aug 10, 2009 18:49:38 GMT -5
"It's not my fault that you decide that it's your job to follow me like a god-damned dog!"
Soraszen gave her its nastiest glare. Zari was an annoyance. A damn big one. Despite the fact that they were supposed to be allies, Soraszen had felt, on more than one occasion, the temptation of gouging her tongue out. Nonetheless, its emotions took a backseat compared to logic usually. It would make no logical to gouge out Zari's tongue as she was an ally and this might effect her effectiveness when something needed to get down for Animus.
"Seriously..." growled Soraszen, "don't stare at me like that! Is everything my fault?!"
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 12, 2009 22:06:02 GMT -5
Zarikatesh kept her look as she said, "I'm only staring at you like this because its how you're staring at me.".
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Post by cyansky on Aug 15, 2009 10:49:14 GMT -5
Soraszen gritted its teeth and clenched its fists.
"Bah, you're annoying, Zari," growled Soraszen irritably, "I'll borrow you my half of my collection of Saturday Night Live if you'd just leave me alone! How the hell am I supposed to spend eternity with you if I constantly have an annoyance like you breathing down my neck?!"
It pointed toward the exit of the graveyard.
"Why don't you go where you belong?! Away from here!"
Soraszen, at this point, was so annoyed, that its eyes became an even brighter golden colour, as power brimmed to the surface. The dark red mist that swirled at Soraszen's feet became even darker and more agitated in their movements.
Secretly, Soraszen hoped for Zari to stay. It wanted a partner that had a spine in her, and it also had a feeling that Zari knew that it wouldn't attack her, even if it threatened to...
Now, let's test out if you have a backbone, Zari, for all your phsycial prowess, thought Soraszen, admittedly that's one quality I like in a person. I don't want a coward for a partner.
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 15, 2009 10:56:23 GMT -5
Tears began to well around Zarikatesh's eyes as she looked back at Sorazen and asked, "You know what Saturday Night Live means to me.". Her lips began to quiver and she held herself; tears slowly rolling down her eyes. "Would you rather have me go down that dirt pit again?".
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Post by cyansky on Aug 15, 2009 11:32:28 GMT -5
Soraszen groaned and shook its head.
"You're a terrible listener, you know that, Zari?"
It shrugged and proceeded towards the obelisk, where the mindless were gathered, waiting for Soraszen's departing speech for their dead. Which was postponed due to Soraszen and Zari's arguing. Which wasn't surprising. Since they had to put up with each other for years on end.
"Bah, go where you want," said Soraszen, "so long as it isn't in that hellhole where I fell or that funhouse I blew up!"
It pointed at one of the mindless, a middle-aged blond lady in a brightly coloured dress. Peggy Armstrong. A writer.
"Peggy Armstrong! Why don't you give Zari some tissue?" demanded Soraszen. "A memory demon's place is not in one one whiny sobbing mess on the ground!"
Those words caused Soraszen pain and a headache. Whenever someone cried, it reminded itself of its own reaction when its wings were painfully and agonizingly torn from its back. At the time, it had hoped for death, and when it received none, was left there, stranded and weak. Pathetic. The hell that it resided in before Animus ruthlessly punished the weak, which was why Soraszen disliked weakness, in itself and its allies.
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 15, 2009 12:23:27 GMT -5
Zarikatesh took the tissue from the mindless as she began to dab them over her eyes. "Thank you", she replied softly.
Zarikatesh looked up to see Sorazen readying its speech. Marching forward, Zarikatesh pushed Sorazen over and stood before the mindless and began a speech of her own. "Tonight, we lay rest the residents of this strange city of Animus. Souls who have emotionally died many, many decades ago. For their bodies continued working, but there was nothing behind it but a shell of reason dictation their futile actions. Not a thought, voice, or conscience, but just a nagging demand because something had to be done!"
Zarikatesh took a plush doll from her coat and held it out before them. "Among those that probably will not be missed, I would like to honor the final loss of one Ian Penzler. The creator of the Zarikatesh Sleepy Pal!." Zarikatesh flashed a look of disgust as she squeezed the large doll as she continued. "I would like to thank Mr. Penzler for giving this to the world. I was at times a comfort to children who sought solace from the darkness I lurked to haunt them, other times, used by perverts who had nothing better to do.".
Zarikatesh held the doll by the neck as she approached the open dirt of Ian Penzler and began kicking dirt from the nearby heap inside. Zarikatesh composed herself and hugged the doll tightly and smiled as she gleefully shrugged, "Hey, at least I'm immortalized! Thanks Mr. Penzler!.".
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Post by cyansky on Aug 15, 2009 12:40:54 GMT -5
Soraszen landed on the ground painfully on its back. While its mist might have cushioned it, Zari had moved too fast for it to react. It certainly didn't help that it was in the form of a cloaked human, which meant that it could feel pain.
"Hey! Watch it!" yelled Soraszen venemously, "I had spent DAYS preparing that speech and you go out there and take over just like that?! Bah, where are your manners, Zari?!"
On the other hand, that man, Mr. Penzler, sounded very familiar. That man was a famous doll designer, who designed dolls for children. Unfortunately, he was also a tad bit on the crazy side, designing dolls for both Zari and itself.
Sora's face fell as soon as it saw the doll that Zari held. Weren't they already immortal?
"... Immortalized? Wait a moment..."
Then it reverted back to being angry.
"We'll see how immortalized you are when I burn every single one of them, Zari!"
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 15, 2009 12:48:44 GMT -5
"Hey! Watch it!" yelled Soraszen venemously, "I had spent DAYS preparing that speech and you go out there and take over just like that?! Bah, where are your manners, Zari?!"
"They left the moment you made me cry!", Zarikatesh shot back.
"We'll see how immortalized you are when I burn every single one of them, Zari!"
"NO!", Zarikatesh pleaded as she dropped on her knee and revealed the Sorazen plush doll from her coat. "Look...", Zarikatesh began as she slowly brought the Sorazen and Zarikatesh dolls together and pressed her lips as she made kissing noises.
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Post by cyansky on Aug 15, 2009 13:05:38 GMT -5
Soraszen looked at her, mortified, shocked and annoyed all at the same time. It sat there, gold eyes wide in shock.
It took a few moments for Soraszen to compose itself and summon the guts to stand up to her. Soraszen stood and pointed at her, looking irritable and grumpy as usual.
"You have no idea how wrong that is, Zari!" Soraszen shot back, "why the hell would I kiss you?! Girls have cooties you know, and there's no way thatI'm catching anything from the likes of you! This is ridiculous! Stop that!"
Yes, the cooties part was lame, but it was the only thing that Soraszen could think of as a rebuttal. What was it supposed to say? That it just couldn't imagine seeing the two of them kissing? Bah, they were partners, not lovers!
In response, Soraszen's mist began moving in an agitated manner again. While it wasn't forming any weaponry yet, it sure looked like it was about to, at any moment and without warning.
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