Chains
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Post by Chains on May 29, 2009 21:05:52 GMT -5
"Yes well, it stands to reason that the boils on death's arse must go somewhere," he reasoned. The crudity of the statement contrasted sharply with his delicate phrasing and exact pronunciation. Among other things, Chains had excellent diction. "Here is as good a place as any I suppose. Certainly, until recently, I found it far from hospitable." Understatement of the century, he knew. "Not that I should complain. Some days it actually makes itself more preferable an alternative to being a morsel for the crows." Finished shredding the feather, he flicked the tattered barbs off his lap and dusted his hands to brush free the clinging residue. He seemed to have felt he said too much, for his next words were brusque, almost business-like. "Well. It has been pleasant, hasn't it? But as you can see, the entertainment has all but died down, and the stage is empty. Curtain closure, thunderous applause," he clapped one slender hand lightly against the palm of his other, the sound echoing mournfully in the ruined theater, "And, lights out."
It all went dark.
One moment, Chains had been there, lounging right in front of Syl, and the next, near total blackness had flooded the theater, swallowing him up in shadow. It left Syl by itself in the blackout. By itself, but not entirely alone.
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Post by cyansky on May 29, 2009 21:22:24 GMT -5
Syl's eyes widened in alarm as the room suddenly went dark. Amazing how Chains was able to command the lights just by clapping his hands. It was only the first piece of evidence that he certainly did have some supernatural power... or just a really good grasp on manipulating electronics. As for Syl's previous comment, it had meant it as a joke. Syl's species didn't really have an affinity for dying; that was for sure. For all intents and purpose, Syl wasn't quite sure if Chains believed it or not.
However, now wasn't the time to just sit around. Chains was certainly dangerous.
Syl then got up from its sitting position and leapt down to the lowest area of the balcony - the path leading to the doors.
It couldn't see so well in near-total darkness, but it had other senses. For example Syl's senses for detecting auras were unable to identify Chains's species, but they were still capable of picking up on his movements quite effectively. It had good ears and memory of its surroundings, so that helped as well. The only problem now was finding the door.
Despite its slightly problematic situation, Syl stood where it was, ready if Chains had anything else in store for it.
"Hmm, you're very interesting, Chains," said Syl softly, "you certainly have a flair for the dramatic. What do you want to do now that the show's over?"
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Chains
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Post by Chains on May 29, 2009 21:44:17 GMT -5
Chains' voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Oh you liked that, did you? A mere trifle. I could show you so much more, if I was returned from whence I came. As it is, I was thinking: you probably haven't ever heard of a play called Telron's Bane , fine masterpiece that it is. So allow me a moment to enlighten you. Telron was a war leader, a military captain and a fine commander of men. In the play, he is sent out as the White City's first line of defense against the Festering. The details aren't important in this sense. Suffice it to say, Telron's tactics were a bit unorthodox and he garnered for himself, quite a bloody reputation. He didn't avoid violence and he didn't avoid death. If he had to do the most terrible, most inhumane, most unthinkable act against fellow man to ensure the City's survival, he would. It earned him the nickname the Butcher. But that's another story. Anyway, because of his unbreakable disposition, he was given command and told to bleed the enemy as much as he could. And bleed them he would have... had not he fostered a traitor in his ranks. Yes, a spy. A hidden eye of the enemy nestled right in his closest confidences. The play goes into great depth about how the spy chatted his way up the ranks, saying always the right things at the right moment, enchanting Telron almost despite himself so that the Butcher was liable to crack a genuine smile once in a while at this man's comments. And so on, so forth: the settings for a dramatic betrayal unfold onstage, right in front of the audience's eyes. Tension builds and build. People squirm in their seats. And, eventually, there comes the moment of treachery, when the spy leads Telron straight in the hands of the Festering... Then comes intermission. The weak of heart leave at this point, you see, because the rest of the play is devoted with methodical purpose, to demonstrating how thoroughly a man can be broken down into an animal. The play is extremely old in origin. Back in less civilized times, slaves drew straws for the roles. Those that were lucky enough not to draw Telron's name, were promised their freedom after the performance, as well as a substantial amount of gold. Providing that the play was completed in its entirety and to the satisfaction of all of course. The unlucky bastard that drew Telron's straw would die onstage: tortured into a slow, laborious death by his own desperate comrades. Another layer of betrayal on top of the whole wonderful mess. But, I have admittedly strayed off track. I meant to draw a parallel. I meant to enlighten you to the fact that I know what you do. Despite your charming conversation and your ability to amuse me, I am no Telron to be taken in. If the others haven't sent you to spy on me, or if the city hasn't spat you out of its dark heart for the same purpose, that's a mercy. But it doesn't mean that you won't carry news of me back to them. And I have no wish to be discovered before my time. I have no desire to have my whereabouts announced. Maybe they won't care. Maybe they will. It doesn't matter. I took great pains to drop off the map, so to speak....great pains indeed. And I would rather be forgotten for the time being. What say you to that, my little unwilling spy?"
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Post by cyansky on May 29, 2009 22:22:56 GMT -5
"If the others haven't sent you to spy on me, or if the city hasn't spat you out of its dark heart for the same purpose, that's a mercy. But it doesn't mean that you won't carry news of me back to them. And I have no wish to be discovered before my time. I have no desire to have my whereabouts announced. Maybe they won't care. Maybe they will. It doesn't matter. I took great pains to drop off the map, so to speak....great pains indeed. And I would rather be forgotten for the time being. What say you to that, my little unwilling spy?"
Syl chuckled. This man was intelligent. Very intelligent. He was also interesting to Syl. Hence why it did its best with formulating its reply. Other than Veronica, Chains was the only other inhabitant it liked conversing with. Even so, Syl wouldn't give such sensitive information to Veronica, not when it would result in a needless betrayal.
"Chains, you really are fascinating, aren't you? It was quite an interesting experience to converse with you," said Syl, "however, allow me to be honest with you, Chains. I don't give information frivolously to the others, because I know that they might use it against me in the future. I give what's necessary - and your relationship to them, your whereabouts and/or your activities are not necessary. Should I encounter them again, I'll simply neglect to mention it, or avoid the topic altogether should they ask.
"Simply put, I'm careful when it comes to dealing with the others in general, and I don't go around the city making enemies just because. Think about it. Would it really be in my best interests to rat you out and provoke your ire for the sake of a bunch of people I barely even know? What could I possibly get in return except for a curt 'thank you' with no appreciation behind it, and perhaps a knife/fireball/ice shard to the back as well?
"Humans are selfish by nature, you know, and I'm sure that many of the other inhabitants here have at least a few human qualities. Selfishness, for one. Some people here might already see my power as a threat, and when they're done with my services, dispose of me. What multiples the risk of that, of course, is betrayal. So... keeping that in mind, would you really think that back-stabbing will help me when I'm still learning about this place in all its unpredictable glory? I want to survive her too, Chains, just as you do, and betraying you will definitely NOT help my cause.
"You want to be forgotten? You want to drop off the map? Well, if it's to the others, that's fine with me. Simply put, if I can get some interesting and thought-provoking conversations, you're the best man I know for that. Would you really think that I should betray you for no compensation in return? I don't betray people, Chains, unless they've betrayed me first."
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Post by Chains on May 29, 2009 22:38:39 GMT -5
There was the briefest of pauses in the darkness, and then Chains immediately leaped to a retort, the malice in his voice countered now with the enjoyment of the rejoin. "Ah-ah-ah," he cautioned it, "You speak so much in the negative. It won't do me any good. I don't betray unless betrayed first. Careful there. Anyone with a keen ear and a keener mind could have noticed you profess your good intentions, but you neglect to mention the other side of the coin. I am a single being. One against a city, in many, many ways. And I have not made myself the most endearing inhabitant in it. What, do you ask, do you gain in informing others of my presence? The gratitude of an entire group, I would think. That Johnny and Veronica pair for one, seem intent on amassing any information they can get their grubby hands on. If I was, say, to steal upon them in the middle of their sorry sleep and slit one of their ever-so-vulnerable throats, how would you feel then? Have you considered that aspect of it? I have. I have also considered that you might feel holding your tongue would entitle you to some kind of gratitude on my part. Nothing could be further from the truth. Why place myself in the supposed 'debt' of another, damn me-why even engage in this convoluted conversation-when it would be so much simpler to just bleed you dry? Perhaps because of your delightful honesty, I might even make it quick. And then, we get to the ever so important topic of liars. You may speak fair, you may list all your reasons for keeping your silence to me, but really: what do I know about the motivations of your being? Desperate men say desperate things. Renounce their leader. Curse their wives. Spit on their children..all to save their own skins. In the end, there is no such thing as absolute truth, remember? Only pain."
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Post by cyansky on May 30, 2009 0:01:16 GMT -5
Syl gave Chains a small smile. Debating with Kiel and engaging in friendly arguments was a past hobby that it enjoyed. It knew because it had a memory of that. Strange how Kiel crept into its mind wherever it went...
"Of course, you do raise some valid points, Chains," said Syl, "but I was not quite finished yet. I was merely waiting for your input before continuing on, and as such I'll address your points one by one.
"For the first part, take a look at this city and its inhabitants, Chains. As of now I've met two fallen angels of dangerous power levels, a woman who has a greater part in Animus that I would care to believe and a young man that can turn himself into diamond. All of these beings are clustered in a city far out of our control. In such circumstances, being entirely optimistic is not necessarily the best choice due to the unpredictability of this place. I've lost my way here, I'm stuck with little directive to follow but a thin path of clues and with the more unpleasant beings in the universe that may be able to beat me to a pulp at any given moment. Not very conductive to optimism, as far as I'm concerned.
"Second, 'the other side' of the coin - you said that I neglected to mention that. Well, I'll mend that mistake. I do realize that you may not be the most savoury of characters here, but then again, neither am I. None of us are savoury, really. Trace and Myzrael? Fallen angels. Aggressive. Powerful. Somewhat unpleasant personalities. Did something to get their precious God to cast them out. Johnny and Veronica? I don't know anything about their pasts, but I'm sure that it isn't as pretty as they would like me to believe it is. Concerning Veronica, I know from textbooks that prophecies are not always pretty either. They often involve something along the lines of impeding doom. Arqus? Let's just say that power comes with a price. I doubt that his past is bloodless either. And me? Well, concerning my views toward humans and the uncertainty concerning my past, you can't assume anything can you? I know little of it, but from the clues I’ve gathered, I doubt that my past is innocent either, or at least as innocent as I would like it to be. Hence, case in point, we're all unsavoury in some ways, some more so than others, and some where the unsavoury-ness has yet to be discovered.
"Thirdly, I am aware whether that miss Veronica and Mr. Johnny are collecting information, but then, we all are. It's not the fact that they're collecting information that's important here, Chains, it's what they're interested in. As far as I can see, they're more interested in Animus's past then they are in you at the moment. If you would disappear off of the map and if I were to fail to mention my association with you, I don't think that they would forget you; I'd think that they won't bother asking me.
"If you were also to slit their throats Chains, I honestly don't know how I'd feel, or how long the impact of their deaths will last. However, I do know what Arqus will feel. I doubt that he's going to be happy to see miss Veronica dead. If you care ask about Mr. Johnny, then I really don't know. I've glimpsed him, remember? I don’t really know him, but I doubt that Veronica will take it well and perhaps Arqus by extension. As for myself, I don’t know, but I don’t I would want to find out.
"Next, concerning this supposed 'debt' that you'll supposedly have toward me. I am aware that no one really likes debts and having to repay them, and I do realize that you're no exception. Whether you want to kill me or not is your choice. Sure, you might want to murder me now and have a quick one-time blast of fun. However, when you see things in the long run, it might just be more interesting with me alive. Who knows? Perhaps our relationship might be mutually beneficial... in terms of interest and amusement due to good conversations like the one we just had? I can tell that you found it quite amusing."
Syl paused to take a breath for the last part. "As for the last part, the one concerning liars, Chains, I will concede that yes, there are liars out there and that you don't know my motivations. 'Desperate men say desperate things,' you said. Well, I agree with you on that concerning humans and most other species out there. Question is, do you think that I'm honestly desperate? I wander around this city continually looking for answers, even inquiring more about 'entertainment' in a place like this. Wanting answers does not equal desperate for answers. If I really was desperate, I'd stick in the shadows, off the map, hoping to survive the next day. I would have turned away from this place after seeing that mutilated janitor on the way here. However... I didn't do that, did I? I took a chance by coming here knowing that someone is in here. That someone would be capable of doing such a thorough job of brutally torturing a human to death, and getting near that type of person is not something that desperate people tend to do.
"Concerning liars, though, I do admit that I do not have a 100% accurate lie detector on hand. In a place with so many unsavoury characters, I suppose it's natural for you to suspect me, and to know that what comes out of people's mouths is not always the truth. Yes, people lie, Chains, but there are some out there that tell the truth. It's just a matter of finding a reasonable person, getting to know him or her and finding out about it. It's all about chances, Chains; you can't live without them. To murder in most places is to risk having someone pick up the pieces and figure out the mystery, to carry money in your pocket is to risk being pickpocketed, to have children is to risk death and/or complications as well as more difficult times ahead, to take a test is to risk failing... the list goes on and on. Suffice to say, risks are a part of life. Sure they might turn out badly for us, but I am also aware that they may pay off... in ways that you might not expect. While it is understandable to avoid risks, it may as well be the greatest risk of them all to do that. Who knows what'll happen? Perhaps taking a risk in the present will save you from taking a bigger one in the future, and that applies to relationships as well.
"Concerning absolute truths and pain, I do believe that those words are open to interpretation, one that I'll need to think about later on. What I do know is here are half-truths out there, but there are full truths hidden below them if you care to look."
Syl nodded its head towards Chains.
"Well... is there anything else that you want me to elaborate on? Are there any points I missed?"
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Chains
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Post by Chains on May 30, 2009 12:04:40 GMT -5
Chains let the deluge of calm, carefully thought out logic run through until its very end, when Syl stood in the darkness as calmly as it had sat in the light, and asked if there was anything else it could elaborate on. Damn me, indeed he thought delightedly to himself. He could have interrupted it at any time in its speaking. If it had been anyone else less fascinating who had tried the same thing, they would have found themselves promptly sans tongue and vocal cords. But this Syl was different from the previous blowhards Chains had had the poor misfortune to encounter. And far different indeed than the group that even now, blundered outside breaking things and making enemies. He had given the others no good reason to look at him with anything but suspicion and disgust, true. But, he had given Syl no reason not to do the same thing and it refused to. Perhaps its revulsion and its terror were there, simply buried, but Chains had long since perfected the art of ferreting out unease and Syl did not stink of disquiet like the others did. Interesting. And yet, that wasn't the reason he spared it. There was no cliched twist of stoic refusing to be terrified of monster, monster befriending stoic, going on. The simplest reason he spared the figure in his darkened theater, was for the conversation. It had been centuries since he had been this amused by verbal banter. And this inclined to laugh because of it. "No, no," he chuckled into the gloom. "You have explained yourself quite well. Far be it from me to know the entire truth of your mind, but your logic is sound. If I was a religious being, I would say this is the point where my faith in honesty must take over. But I'm not. And so I won't. In the end, for all our witted words, this discussion boils down to the simple question of: Do I trust you or not? Do I believe you, or do I think you are humoring me? No one has humored me quite like you have for almost three hundred years. So it's not something anyone around here can teach you, and I pride myself in being able to smell a rat. So they did not send you to spy on me, this much we can agree on. As for whether you will hold your peace when you are re-united with the merry bunch of fools... I'll stick to my true essence and warn you that as much as you have tickled my fancy today, I have less tolerance for liars than I do for mindless beggars. Or automated doctors." On the heel of his last word, the lights came back to life. A few flickered in protest, casting sections of the theater in a dappling interchange of shadow and light. Chains was onstage, next to the bodies of his victims. As if his point needed further emphasis, he bent down grabbed the doctor by the neck, and then without apparent effort at all, heaved his limp corpse into the air. The dead man's entrails were a tangled mass, hopelessly intertwined with his broken legs. Chains considered his handiwork for a second or two, then casually tossed the doctor offstage, onto a shadowy pile of other victims' remains. The Soul Midden indeed.
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Post by cyansky on May 30, 2009 12:36:42 GMT -5
"No, no, you have explained yourself quite well. Far be it from me to know the entire truth of your mind, but your logic is sound. If I was a religious being, I would say this is the point where my faith in honesty must take over. But I'm not. And so I won't. In the end, for all our witted words, this discussion boils down to the simple question of: Do I trust you or not? Do I believe you, or do I think you are humoring me? No one has humored me quite like you have for almost three hundred years. So it's not something anyone around here can teach you, and I pride myself in being able to smell a rat. So they did not send you to spy on me, this much we can agree on. As for whether you will hold your peace when you are re-united with the merry bunch of fools... I'll stick to my true essence and warn you that as much as you have tickled my fancy today, I have less tolerance for liars than I do for mindless beggars. Or automated doctors."
Syl gave Chains a curt, polite bow.
"It's a pleasure to speak with you Chains, and I am glad that we can agree on something. I understand your strong... dislike... towards liars, and for that we'll see how we deal with the others. I sincerely don't want to be labeled as a rat and a liar, and I will do my best to ensure that such a thing never happens. As I don't know you so well, we might have to speak about how we are supposed to handle ourselves around the group. I do not want any misunderstandings born of ignorance, and it is quite possible that we may run into someone else while exiting this building. It's amazing how luck works in the city, you know. Despite the relatively few non-mindless people in the city compared to the mindless, we seem to have a way of running into each other often.
"All in all, I feel that conversation will do both of us good. If I've amused you now, it's quite likely that it'll happen again. Whether you believe me or not is your choice, but, as they say, time will tell... We'll see what happens."
Syl saw Chains on the stage. Now wanting to be left behind, it climbed up on the railing and jumped down. It landed neatly on its fet on one of the sets of stairs leading to the stage. It sighed.
"Stairs are a tad bit irritating in this building," said Syl, "especially the ones leading to the balcony. There are so many of them, and this building is like maze. I only wonder if naviguating it was half the entertainment originally offered here."
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Post by Chains on May 30, 2009 13:00:20 GMT -5
Chains' mind momentarily drifted off in the conceptual direction of stairs. Half the entertainment Syl had said, perhaps unaware of how eagerly Chains pounced on that notion. Half the entertainment... Place a victim on the top of the longest, highest, cruelest flight of stairs in the building. Break his insteps- not the entire leg, just the feet- and take an eye. Not both. Let him be able to see, but let his depth perception be horribly off. Dim lighting would help with that as well. Then set him down the top step, retreat to a good vantage point and watch the enfolding show. He could almost see it now: how the mindless would begin their descent, heedless of their injuries. How their single eye would betray them, their broken feet collapse under the weight of their bodies, and how they would tumble down in a broken, ragdoll mess- down, down, down to a final end. Maybe he could put several on the same staircase at once. That way, they would cling to each other, dragging the other, weaker ones down first and using them to break their fall. He'd have to experiment with this but not right now. Right now, he had Syl to deal with. He dragged his focus back to their conversation and the one bit of it that had stuck up like the end of a broken bone through flesh. "Ah but you see, you are under the impression that I will be leaving this place with you," Chains told it, with a grim, shark's smile. "We won't need to figure out how to conduct ourselves amid the group, as I shall not be returning to the group. Align myself with those cavorting idiots? Spare me. I would much rather be back in Noosetown, with seven spears through my sides, oh yes." He moved over to the homeless man, gave the body a swift, professional kick off the side of his bloodstained stage. It was his only concession to demonstrating how much the notion of dealing with the others enraged him. "If they aren't simple minded, short lived humans, they are that blight upon the city known as dark angels, inflated with their own bloated power and puffed up ego. And everywhere this groups goes, the most ludicrous things happen to them. What have they stumbled upon most recently, I wonder? Ghouls? Goblins? Wailing ghosts with three mouths and ten eyes? Fah." Chains turned back to face Syl, his smile gone to be replaced with an expression of baleful seriousness. "If it is your desire to follow such a flustering, flailing group of self-important idiots, then by all means, do so. I doubt they quite understand you: I doubt they care to try. Too busy running from goblin to ghoul to ghost to bother. Always out of the ridiculous frying pan, into the even more impossible fire with that bunch. But. By all means, by all means," he repeated, "Go with them if you like. Just don't ever presume to ask me to do the same."
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Post by cyansky on May 30, 2009 13:40:36 GMT -5
Syl's smile grew warmer. So... Chains didn't have a very high and mighty opinion on Myzrael, but then again, aside from Arqus's fondness for him, who did? Syl was neutral, but saw the dark angel as a threat. Considering Chains's initial mistrust, Syl decided to neglect pointing out yes, Myzrael had a habit of blowing things up, but Chains also had a habit of brutally murdering any humans that came his way.
"Ah, that's nice to hear that from you," said Syl, "that'll make my work of handling myself with them that much more easier. If they don't see us chatting, then that saves me from having to figure out the perfect explanation to satisfy them."
Syl gazed momentarily at the pile of dead humans at the foot of the stage, then back to Chains.
"I agree that it is my choice whether to return to that group, and that it is yours to avoid it. You're concerned about avoiding all the strange events that spontaneously happen wherever they tread. I'm concerned about finding more about this city and humanity in general. I know that humans are perplexing creatures, and what better way to learn about them than by observing them? While I do dislike the spontaneous strange events almost as much as you do, I see them as a risk I have to take."
Syl paused to take a breath. The spontaneous strange events... hmm... Syl wasn't fond of them until they involved information being learned. It especially disliked the fights. "As for whether I was asking you to join them, it was not my intention. In fact, running into the group now would be an inconvenience for both of us. It would be highly difficult to explain myself to them, if you are as unsavoury as you say. Until the next convoluted adventure comes up, I plan to avoid them, but not to be bored.
"As of now I really don't have much else to do. If you give me permission to come along and continue this interesting conversation, then I'd be happy to do so. However, if you choose to ask me to leave, I will. I do not want to be a thorn on your side; I want to get some interesting conversations out of this and if now is not the time, so be it."
Syl nodded in Chains's direction, still standing where it was.
Chains was certainly a fascinating man, and definitely not a human. He just happened to look like one. Still, Syl saw through appearance. This Chains also had a calculating and analytic mind. They would make for an interesting pair, their personalities fit fairly well. It would be interesting to see where it would go... Syl hoped that it would go well and get some of the most fascinating conversations possible. Chains offered Syl's analytic side a chance to come through to the surface, rather than having it stick to the side. Exercising it was the best way to improve it after all.
If there was anything that Syl knew now, it was that even if Chains decided against letting it tag along, this would not be their last meeting.
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Post by Chains on May 30, 2009 13:56:04 GMT -5
"Oh my friend," Chains laughed, neglecting to mention that he had no such things as friends and considered all that did as weak, limited, and dependent, "I am just as unsavory as I have said I am. Perhaps even more so." It was a new bit of information that Syl had given him in this last exchange and he pondered that briefly. It was learning about humans? Well. There was a thing or two he could teach it about that species. Like how quickly they can be degraded, how easily they are to control. If it had a willingness to learn, I could show it how to start in reverse: how to so thoroughly mutilate a mind that it turned on the flesh. I wonder, my dear, confused being: if you have ever seen such a spectacle. A human destroying himself from the inside out. Such things I could teach you. Which ones can be tricked without a trace of effort, and which ones are too suspicious to fall for that. I can show you who needs fear to break and who needs anger. I can teach you how to read them all in the blink of a metaphorical eye: which ones can be charmed, and which ones must be impressed. And then, if you were extremely keen, I could show you how I work, tempering violence with inner secrets. I am no brute. Each victim is my masterpiece. Anyone can break bones and rend flesh easily enough. There's more to it than that. Much more. Teacher. Preacher. Guide us. Hah. The temptation of the sudden idea was too excitingly novel for comfort. He found himself seized by it. To educate someone in all that he did and why he did it? Impossible. Impossibly possible. Wasn't it? Chains turned his thoughts onto a safer path, determined to apply his mind to the issue when he was quite alone once more. "I am not a busy man," he continued, a tang of amusement on the word 'man', "As you no doubt can plainly tell. For a long time I have done nothing but amuse myself. And sleep." He smiled. "I do so enjoy my sleep it turns out. Stay, go, it's all the same to me. If you stay, will the others come looking for you? If you go, will I have to drag you back for conversation's sake? Who knows."
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Post by cyansky on May 30, 2009 14:13:07 GMT -5
Syl nodded and stepped slowly towards the stage. This was turning out fairly well. It was glad.
"Well, I understand, Chains. It seems that as you are not busy, perhaps you might appreciate the company. As for whether I leave, you needn't worry about dragging me back. This won't be our last and only meeting. As for whether the others come looking for me, that's a good question. As far as I can tell, they're all busy in their own activities. Hence why I doubt that they are searching especially for me. However, what I'm concerned about is whether we'll run into someone by chance, or perhaps they'll spot us first. For the sake of keeping true to my word, I want to keep our association between us, and should anyone show up, I'd prefer to stick to the shadows."
Sticking to the shadows was one thing Syl could do if it tried. There was a reason why it wore dark colours, such as dark red. Syl was also good at keeping quiet if need be.
It glanced towards the potential exits in the area.
"Well, then, Chains, I will follow. Where to now?"
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Post by Chains on May 30, 2009 14:25:34 GMT -5
Chains hopped down agilely from the stage. He kicked an errant corpse closer to the Midden, replying as he did so. "It has been some time since I left this place. With my current entertainment dead, I suppose I must eventually make a foray for more, but in the meantime I suggest we honor our first verbal encounter with a drink. So it has always been done, at least where I came from." And always with the choice individuals: a drink, a conversation, then a death. In one case, it had gone: death, a drink, a conversation, but that had been quite the novelty. Fond remembrances. Simpler times. "Let us test our fledgling relationship over something strong. And let us hope, for their sake and possibly yours, that none of your acquaintances decide to intercept us en route." With the body restored to the pile of dead, a pile that for all its rot neither stank nor attracted flies, Chains inclined his head to the exit and then proceeded to stroll off in the indicated direction. He moved with his characteristic casual grace, and didn't bother looking behind him to see if Syl followed. He already knew it would,
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Post by cyansky on May 30, 2009 14:59:46 GMT -5
Syl nodded and stepped down more quickly to catch up with Chains. This was going to be interesting. It knew that that fact was clearer than day. It knew that Chains, being the strange being that it was, probably didn't consider it a friend, and Syl knew not to expect that. However, it would be highly satisfying if it could get an interesting experience out of it.
"A drink it is, then Chains," it said, bowing politely once again, "lead the way. I'll follow, but once we're out, I'll stick to the shadows."
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