this would. Backfire spectacularly if she remembered him killing her XDsilentbeyondMay 16 2011, 19:04:18 UTC
[He has to rely on his individual souls whispering suggestions to him - as a whole, Exdeath lacks an imagination and isn't all that good at this. But as separate parts he's more than capable of spinning up something potentially believable. And he recalls the term 'purification'. He's not sure how off the mark he is.]
Mortals are impure, unfit to fight in the name of gods. Your memories were taken from you by those who called you here, to render you a useful puppet. Should you succeed, they will be returned to you. Should you displease them, they - along with what is left of your human soul - will be destroyed.
[He remembers fragments. He remembers that Cosmos is significantly kinder to her followers than Chaos. Planting the seeds of doubt in their deity's integrity will do little harm for a warrior of Chaos, they're already well aware he's a dick. But if he can spread doubt in Cosmos...
And she remembers things. Time to ask questions. Perhaps he can discover how hey lost that last battle.]
You recall something? Tell me, girl, and I will remind you should your god discover this oversight and take those fragments of memory away from you. You need not worry - I am aligned with neither Cosmos of Chaos, only with the servants of the gods.
It would have been hilarious. 'I am here to watch over you' 'no you're not. You killed me, you dick'silentbeyondMay 16 2011, 19:26:42 UTC
Of the gods? You all are. It is why I am here, I- pity you all. It is a sad fate your gods have forced upon you. I wish to make your time here painless as possible, help you earn your freedom.
[He's not all that sure what he's saying. But the souls that make him up seem to know what they're doing. He's being careful for now but the longer this goes on, the more likely it becomes that one of them will use this as an opportunity to get a 'we're trapped help' message out and ruin the whole thing.]
...a foe, then. Cruel of your god to only permit you to recall strife, you would see more than enough of that in a war of this magnitude.
[Something about his voice has changed since the start of the conversation. He's always spoken in a male voice - in Enuo's voice, though he wouldn't be able to recall the significance of that. But what before was the echoes of that voice in his hollow helmet is now a second voice, female and weak. He's not noticed it himself yet, being incapable of reading even his own tone.]
Mortals are impure, unfit to fight in the name of gods. Your memories were taken from you by those who called you here, to render you a useful puppet. Should you succeed, they will be returned to you. Should you displease them, they - along with what is left of your human soul - will be destroyed.
[He remembers fragments. He remembers that Cosmos is significantly kinder to her followers than Chaos. Planting the seeds of doubt in their deity's integrity will do little harm for a warrior of Chaos, they're already well aware he's a dick. But if he can spread doubt in Cosmos...
And she remembers things. Time to ask questions. Perhaps he can discover how hey lost that last battle.]
You recall something? Tell me, girl, and I will remind you should your god discover this oversight and take those fragments of memory away from you. You need not worry - I am aligned with neither Cosmos of Chaos, only with the servants of the gods.
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I'm not a puppet....
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[He's not all that sure what he's saying. But the souls that make him up seem to know what they're doing. He's being careful for now but the longer this goes on, the more likely it becomes that one of them will use this as an opportunity to get a 'we're trapped help' message out and ruin the whole thing.]
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I remember...a clown-man, and a boy with a feathered helm. And....
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[KEFKA IS YOUR BFF RIGHT? RIGHT?]
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No. Not the clown-man, anyway. He's horrible.
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[Something about his voice has changed since the start of the conversation. He's always spoken in a male voice - in Enuo's voice, though he wouldn't be able to recall the significance of that. But what before was the echoes of that voice in his hollow helmet is now a second voice, female and weak. He's not noticed it himself yet, being incapable of reading even his own tone.]
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[Pause.]
What...? Why do you sound different?
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[Busted. The second voice, until now hiding herself as an echo, uses him to cry out for help before he can stop her.]
Help! Help us! We're trapped and- this body is our hell!
[Well. ...he'd forgotten that they could do that.]
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