I'm ridin' down your moonlight mile
Who: Troll 1/Seth (tiersdes) and Troll 2/Shiroe (zealouspeter)
When: Saturday, January 29th, 5pm, before Grandmama's Boy shows up.
Where: The streets of Sector 4
Summary: A Crusnik and a Mu pass by each other in the street, and the cat is quite literally out of the bag. Or rather, away from the NV and out of the house.
Warnings: Snarkiness and trolling, but are those ( Read more... )
When: Saturday, January 29th, 5pm, before Grandmama's Boy shows up.
Where: The streets of Sector 4
Summary: A Crusnik and a Mu pass by each other in the street, and the cat is quite literally out of the bag. Or rather, away from the NV and out of the house.
Warnings: Snarkiness and trolling, but are those ( Read more... )
Huh. A kid, kind of short, awfully young-looking, but his eyes seem rather sharp and inquisitive---those, she finds, are his most striking features. She can't tell if he's a native or a newcomer, and thusly, she's going to go along with the charade. "It is, yes." She says, pushing her smarmy grin onto her face to hopefully mask her mental discomfort (psychics were rare in her world). "And...I actually just got it a few weeks ago---it's really cute, huh? It makes me feel all the more careless for dropping it like that; thanks for returning it to me!"
If she knew that this were Shiroe and that she were actually saying thanks to him--- ( ... )
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"Oh, I don't hide either my true nature or my past because I'm afraid of it." Like you happen to be. She leans her head on her palm. "I do it to keep the people around me safe ( ... )
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But, he was wrong about another thing: if he ever did decide to cross her one day---she would make good on her promise. She would kill him ten times over and then some, even if he was just a child; Dietrich was just as much of a child (compared to Seth, anyway, being a Terran) as Shiroe was, and he was a ruthless extremist. Shiroe on the other hand was, nonetheless, a child with powers, dangerous powers that, if tapped into further, would make him practically an all-seeing god. So, he was, in some way, a potential threat.
Once he's done with that little spiel, all Seth can do at first is continue to watch him icily. Yet, there was truth to it. But she won't admit it; not to his face. Perhaps to Yosuke, or even to Allen or Akira, but not Shiroe. So, she'll only reply---as irritatingly cryptic as ever ( ... )
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He smiled.
Smiled through her message, smiled through the break in her expression; moved a few more feet back from the tree, hands folding neatly behind his back. He'd hit on target, and he knew it - but just like with most of the other information he gained, he wouldn't share it with anyone else until the time was right (a reason he wasn't really a threat; she could easily track him down and kill him. he could struggle, sure, with that telekenesis he still hid, but ultimately - he held no illusions about his physical power. the mind was better in his opinion, but that opinion didn't matter much when one was dead.)
(he still believed she'd never kill him without good reason, though.)
"What about the city itself? With the snow and market and everything." She could be mysterious, that was fine - he'd still pry as usual.
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It was fairly off-putting how this boy would continue to smile even when he knows he's been outclassed. It was like staring in a mirror. Perhaps someone else would be flattered, even touched; but not Seth.
In her case, it both scared and worried her how similar she and Shiroe were in some respects. He didn't have her experience, but he certainly had her drive. Her stubborn refusal to cave in.
(it was for that reason why Seth probably wouldn't be able to find it in herself to kill, let alone harm him without valid reason.)
And with that, she finally laughs again. The prying. Oh, the prying.
"It has its good and bad points. It's entertaining, at the very least." She chuckles. "After all, even Never Land had Captain Hook."
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Everything - everyone - was predictable at its core, after all. The only challenge was finding that core.
A good thing that it was a good challenge: it was honestly one of the few things that had gotten him through Siren's Port.
Another one of the things that got him through it would be a very certain book, and the mention of Never Land sets him to starting a bit, shoulders rising up just a fraction.
You've read it? is the question he'd like to ask. What comes out of his mouth instead is, "Does that make the Core the crocodile? With a ticking clock inside?"
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"A ticking clock that signals the end of Captain Hook. I suppose the 'Captain Hooks' here would be the companies, right? The Core is just biding its time to eat them up in the end---and the rest of us, too."
....Another Armageddon. Because, really, who would save them in the end? Would the colorful personalities here---Shiroe and Seth included---be able to band together to survive? They were only just barely doing it now ( ... )
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He was more than a fan, that was true; even if it had been over a year since that fateful day (one that he only remembered in bits and pieces, which seemed like plenty enough), Peter Pan was still a book that he latched on to. Idealized toward. Jomy’s arrival didn’t change that, either: even if the other Mu could fly, he wasn’t (yet) someone to fall into line behind. Maybe Shiroe should have admitted to himself that there would never be someone he would fall into line behind, but there was still that small part of him that was stuck with his parents, where there had been - as far as he knew from photos - nothing but security and comfort. Every emotional creature wanted a place to belong, and he was definitely nothing if not emotional ( ... )
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She'd struck another weak spot. First the aversion to physical contact---now the clear reverence for the tale of Peter Pan. If she was too vague, yet wore her obvious sadness and innermost struggles like a shroud, he was too emotional and prone to snippy outbursts whenever he was on the defensive.
Which only made his inner anger, his rebellious streak, all the more obvious and easy to poke fun at. Because it made him seem more and more like the child he really was, deep inside. It only brought out that naivete he was trying to hide, to bury away like a broken vase tipped over on accident.
He might not have a sense of justice, but the will to fight...it was there. It was there in how quick he was to shoot back at her. He may want so badly to be independent, but before he could really learn how to actually go about that...he had to have someone to guide him. At least somewhat ( ... )
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It was a callous statement, but his gaze and expression didn’t change - only the minute tilting of his head, the jagged edge of something a lot more bitter than any child should have. Siren’s Port hadn’t ever been kind to him (Mother hadn’t been kind to him), and there was no getting away from how it had changed him. He might have liked to say that he was independent, above being effected by general going-ons, but ( ... )
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...What in the world could've happened to this kid that made him so...so...vicious at times? She can sense it, though; he'd been put through something awful, something that left with him a weight that would remain with him for as long as he lived. It was not the weight of bloodshed, like half of her own burden was made up of.
It was tragedy---the bitterness was a dead giveaway; only the despondent were bitter---but what exactly was it? What had left him so cynical towards hope, towards goodwill?
...It mystified her almost as much as he generally annoyed her.
"Do you mean the natives?" She asks, after a long pause. "They may be hostile and suspicious of people like us, but...they're just as much trapped in this strange city as we are, if not even more so. Isn't that kind of attitude just as discriminatory as their own ( ... )
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He knew she was noting everything he showed, but as far as this went, he didn't care. It was a conviction that had started and remained with him through the months, and he'd always had the awful habit of- when truly striking something serious- answering as bluntly honest as possible. This was to be no exception.
"They don't deserve people saving them. It's a waste."
And that was a conclusion made with non-budging conviction, purple eyes narrowed and smile off of his face. He wasn't insulting her, either; these were just things that he believed.
Just as he believed that this rebellion against the companies wouldn't truly get anywhere in their lifetime, and yet he'd help with it anyway-- help with it as a persona over the network, at least, what with the cardkey to that (underused) line stored away on his NV. The rebellion forces were a game, to him; some entertainment, to see how far the people believed they could get as a force of barely two dozen strong. Seth, in ( ... )
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...Like the Terrans in the Empire.
His comment about anarchy hits close to home----after all, as Empress, she was the only thing holding things together back home. If she died...
...No. She wasn't about to dwell upon it. "Perhaps. But anarchy will always be quelled; that's also the nature of how things are run---no matter where you go. It's a cycle, really, when you think about it. Things come down, new things go up, and so on and so forth. It's just a matter of weeding out the bad apples and bolstering the good ones." She says nonchalantly. "That's society. That's lifeAfter that bit of wisdom, there's pause before she answers his--- ( ... )
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"It's too rigid." This was a conspiratorial topic said in a normal-conversation voice, as if they had suddenly touched on the weather. His face lightened up, shoulders moving back, relaxing. "There's never any change. And when there is, the only time it leaves a real impact is when it's negative. You can't deny that-- it's what people focus on more than anything else."
The media was proof enough of that- the S.D. government was proof enough of that. A result far worse, as far as he still believed (though he occasionally wondered, in moments where he wasn't entirely himself, whether the S.D. government really was in the wrong, considering what he'd seen here), than anything else. She wouldn't ( ... )
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There needed to be order. Without it, you would end up with cataclysmic events like Armageddon. Or the war against and near-genocide of the Mu by the S.D. government. Either way, not only society would suffer---the environment would, too. Whether it was Earth---Terra---or the vast reaches of space. Destruction and chaos waited for no man. No non-human, either ( ... )
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