Meta Eight (voicepost)
(Absentminded 'talking to self' voice, staticky and coming from the Halberd's radio)
It sounds like the Factory clock, that hollow pounding in the back of my mind. Like a second pulse. The heart of everything, the center of this tiny little universe. Round and round goes the hands, and round and round go our lives with it. I've never heard it stop. Never, not even when I was at the cafe with Sasha. He is a better friend than I thought he was. It sounds strange, to call someone a friend again. How long it has been, since the war. Fumu is but a child. Kirby is even more so. Dedede is a fool. But this place is different. It feels like a second creation, coming here. The sound that is my soul, all about me. I am meant to be here.
Gods. Demons. Angels. Devils. I'm sure there is someone here even as old as I am. Giants. All sorts of strange creatures, all of them as intelligent as those from my world.
I did what I could. The barrier must be down. But I wonder...what happens to this world when its shield is gone?
(a harsh and mirthless chuckle)
Hearing it now...I wish I were there again. It was power, I had then. It was success, I had then. A thousand at my command. A planet at...
The rhythm draws one, doesn't it. I could stay here, and dream...so many centuries. No, I am there again. This is all I have dreamed for. They may go...but I will stay.
(ooc: Meta's still stuck in the Halberd; he has been mesmerized by the clock, since he has been alone for so long recovering from the crash. He's a little out of it now. Feel free to come snap him out of it, since he has been idle here just musing for days and days.)
It sounds like the Factory clock, that hollow pounding in the back of my mind. Like a second pulse. The heart of everything, the center of this tiny little universe. Round and round goes the hands, and round and round go our lives with it. I've never heard it stop. Never, not even when I was at the cafe with Sasha. He is a better friend than I thought he was. It sounds strange, to call someone a friend again. How long it has been, since the war. Fumu is but a child. Kirby is even more so. Dedede is a fool. But this place is different. It feels like a second creation, coming here. The sound that is my soul, all about me. I am meant to be here.
Gods. Demons. Angels. Devils. I'm sure there is someone here even as old as I am. Giants. All sorts of strange creatures, all of them as intelligent as those from my world.
I did what I could. The barrier must be down. But I wonder...what happens to this world when its shield is gone?
(a harsh and mirthless chuckle)
Hearing it now...I wish I were there again. It was power, I had then. It was success, I had then. A thousand at my command. A planet at...
The rhythm draws one, doesn't it. I could stay here, and dream...so many centuries. No, I am there again. This is all I have dreamed for. They may go...but I will stay.
(ooc: Meta's still stuck in the Halberd; he has been mesmerized by the clock, since he has been alone for so long recovering from the crash. He's a little out of it now. Feel free to come snap him out of it, since he has been idle here just musing for days and days.)