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Post by Alaistair on Jun 29, 2015 20:43:47 GMT
(Control of body returned. Done!)
The question was straight to the point, something Alaistair could get behind. His muscles relaxed, allowing him to move his body once more. He grabbed his black scouter off the tail, and hit the switch on it. The machine hummed and a male voice that sounded out of the Southern isles spoke in Alaistair's ear. It greeted, "Greetings, Mr. Alaistair, of the Cherry Valley Loft in the Western Capital. What do you need today?"
"I request you bring up 3d projection mode, and then bring up the detailed events that have happened within the Western Capital, as well as the Gizard Wastelands in the last few months that have been covered in the Z-Tv News Broadcasts about strange or disastrous events," the Devil requested of the machine. A high pitched ping sounded off from the machine, as articles and videos spread out in front of them.
The scouter spoke, its voice robotic and emotionless, "Several articles cover events that match the descriptions, 'strange,' 'disastrous,' 'disastrously strange,' and, 'strangely disastrous,' have been separated from the clutter. There are one hundred forty six thousand, seven hundred and two articles matching these descriptions."
"Erm... As much as I would love to read philanthropic articles about how the mention of fish at a coffee house is related to strangely disastrous, I would rather have this be moved along. Can you bring up articles from a man named... Ah, what was it? Sam @neviux, I believe the name was," Alaistair groaned in frustration, as he tried to recall the name. The scouter's AI put the name through, trying to sort out the thousands of documents.
As it did, Alaistair apologized for the delay, scratching his head as he observed the documents fly out of the projection by the hundreds, "The man I'm having this machine search for is a photographer and blogger on the web, last I recalled. The man was there, during a 'knighting' I had done in the Gizard Wastelands, where several hundreds of people were slain... Have you ever heard of that once notorious gang, the Tunnel Snakes? They were small fry, despite the large size of the gang. 2 men, a saiyan and a human, were there fighting these people off, to only keep them under control. However, this Komoto had taken it too far by slaying these people. Mind you, this may sound minor, but believe me, it is a troubling matter, for he would end up appearing again, during an event my company and I were personally catering to, called the Reikiko games. It was an event the Blue Banner hosted, in order to appease to the world for the gripe that had happened here in the Western Capital. What his intent was, it is uncertain. However, his energy was traceable to here, and it had been scattered all over the place... Confound it, is it so difficult to find this man and his articles?! Nevermind the article. Cancel search," Alaistair cursed, commanding the machine to stop its search.
"Are you sure you wish to stop this search," the AI asked?
"Yes. End search."
The projection ceased, as the machine responded, "Is there anything I may do for you?"
"Meh... Keep active and scan for lifeforms around the planet. I must know the people I am dealing with," Alaistair commanded, vaguely interested in what was going on around this place, at this point. He turned to the others, blatantly explaining, "The reason I bring up these articles is because the Majin, known as Komoto, is not like the other Majin on this planet and in the stars, on other planets. Majin descend from a monster from Kaioshin legend, while this 'Komoto,' bares no direct lineage from the monster. He seem charismatic and blood thirsty, characteristics that when you blend them together, is a force that becomes venom to life."
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on Jun 30, 2015 2:44:33 GMT
Gleciar hadnt payed much attention to what was going on around him, he was looking all over the building for the interesting artifacts all over, the conversation of the other two had been of little interest to him, but he answered anyway each of the questions.
"I'm not sure how i feel about death, i certainly do not like killing or killers, but being killed myself... I dont know, i guess if i died doing what i believed in or protecting those who i care about, i would be fine with it. But... really, who wants to die?" He thought about for a moment. "Actually... Someone inmortal might want to die, watching everything and everyone crumble away while you stay the same... No thats too horrible."
At the mention of Komoto Gleciar got somewhat tense, he hated his guts and would really like the chance to end him, but that was easier said than done. "I do know him... He is... strange... he loves murder and chaos... And has a weird thing for flan. I've met him twice, the first time we fought, i would have beaten him had i transformed, but... whatever. The second... There where too many powerful people around us to make a fuzz. Especially with Rei, Vi and Lady Death glaring at eachother..."
He had never heard of this original Majin, but if this Komoto wasnt one of It's decendant what the hell is he. "I dont get it, if he isnt a decendant of the original Majin... How is it that he exists?"
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Post by Alaistair on Jun 30, 2015 3:50:11 GMT
The Arcosian tuned into the conversation, after having some time to think about whatever it is he was thinking about. He explained that he, if he were going to die, he was going to die doing what he believed in, or about protecting those he cared about. The classical hero shtick that so many have tried to live by. Alaistair was no different, and before he could chime in about the idea of 'immortality,' the Arcosian mentioned he had not only met him, but he fought him. Two times, in fact! The second had been involving 2 of the BBA's leaders, Vi-Poi and Reikiko, people he had still yet to actually meet and talk to, despite the past, as well as one of the competitors from Reikiko's event.
Alaistair raised his right hand's pointer finger, about to respond in agreeance, when Gleciar brought up a good point: If he wasn't part of the original Majin's line of descendents, how was it exactly that this Majin came to be? To this, Alaistair responded, "That's is among the many things I do not know, and it is a matter that should be known. It is plausible that some person felt it the want to-"
"I'm BOOOOOORED," the clown groaned, still in the child form, "Why didn't you include the best part about the story? You can't just leave out the best part! It makes the story BOORING!"
The devil's eye twitched, as he stared at the hallucination balled up and moaning like the child he was. He growled, teeth gritted, "-the want to make the Majin because they had heard of the stories and the intent of the creature."
He paused, taking a deep breath through his nose and crossed his legs. The doors opened up, as the craggy demon came up with 3 glasses that had been ice sitting inside them all, as well as slices of orange garnishing the top of the ice, and a white bottle that appeared to be made out of some sort of glass and clay combination. It had snowflakes falling around it, as well as red ink reading Снег слеза. The demon was smiling as he took the tray over to the table where the 3 were, moving as though he was very light on his feet. He arrived at the table, stating, "Снег слеза, or in English, Snow Tear. It is a type of Vodka that had shown to be vastly superior in its strength and elegance, due to the cold lands the plants used to make said Vodka were in. They say it was as though the frigid cold itself was part of the plant, and when the pioneer, who founded the Jingle Village Bar in 2282, found this plant, a rare shape of snowflake landed on the plant: A snowflake with a tear shape, thus the name. This drink is to sit in the glass for 20 minutes, to allow the juices to soak into the clear liquid of 100 proof before ingestion... And that is 50% alcohol content, for you to know."
"Thank you, Mr. Dorgia. We will see you again shortly with the Eastern Capital's famous beef stew," Alaistair thanked, standing up to personally pour the liquid diamond into the glasses. The stony demon bowed, before melding into the ground and hastily making his way outside the room, the doors closing behind him as he did.
The devil spoke, refocusing on the topic at hand, "Now, Mr. Gleciar. You mentioned something concerning how that Majin would come to be. Well, in the first place, Majin are mighty creature who become handi-capable of performing things as superfluous as what Demons and Witches can do, for they are magical creatures not bound entirely to laws of the universe. My guess is that, whomever attempted to make such a creature, did not understand the necessary procedure and only spawned a vastly weaker version of the Majin, which would be why Komoto's come into existence. However, debating this topic would be getting us nowhere. Earlier, you brought up the idea of immortality, and how it is such a terrible thing, to watch everyone waste away while you last eternally, alone... That is the problem I intend to face, dead on."
Alaistair put the bottle down heavily, shaking the table a bit as he did. It was honestly the weight the bottle had that caused it, but it was still helpful to bring up a point.
"If you found out that you had a chance to restrict death, to the point when not only yourself, but each and every person you loved could live eternally, in blissful paradise where you could create the laws of your own existence without argument or strife, what would you do? If you knew that you could achieve this by following the commands of someone who intends to fight it, even if it means death to those in your path... Would you be interested in that path?"
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on Jun 30, 2015 6:44:14 GMT
Gleciar was incredibly surpriced by how much Dorgia could talk about this Snow Tear Vodka, and it didnt seem like it was something that was reherced, it was perfect as if it was his one and only passion. Maybe not only this Vodka, but alcoholic drinks in general. He took a sip of it as he listened to Alaistair talk about Majins.
He was greatly interested in this Majin thing, he might be no historian or schollar, but he certainly enjoyed knowledge and this was one that peacked his interest. (This is something i should certainly look into, whoever created Komoto was probably killed by it's own creation, so i should look into it. Maybe he is still alive or not, but I should do something to get to the bottom of this.) "Alaistair, sir. If you dont mind, i would like to help you investigate this whole issue with Komoto."
"But now... to your question... My answer is... Not for eternity. I mean, yes i would be happy with those i love and care about, but at the same time living in a perfect paradise would get dull in a matter of time, maybe years, decades, or even millenia, but eventually you would get tired of it... Nothing must last forever... Im sure that you've heard of the saying too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Well essencially that." For a moment he stopped to look at Alaistair's expression. "But if i could release the restriction at my will whenever i wished, then my answer is yes."
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 2, 2015 2:38:05 GMT
"That is something that is appropriate to agree to. However, as life is right now, and considering that it IS the plan I have for all in this universe, this is a very long term goal. Unless you have the longevity I have, for what I am, you would possibly die of natural causes, or die trying to achieve them... To put it bluntly," Alaistair replied, smiling to the response. He watched the Arcosian drink the Snow Tear early, raising his eyebrows and frowning with a nod, impressed the Arcosian was taking the cold taste.
He even praised him openly, stating, "You impress me with your fortitude, Gleciar. The reason why this is such a rare drink now these days is that it was difficult to prepare, due to the cold temperatures the plant had to withstand. It even takes in the cold as if it were nothing, and its plant is known to be one of the dangers of the North, should you be seeking to survive out there."
He paused for a moment, bringing his cup closer to himself, "I would say looking into the majin-esque creature comes another time. For now, we shall talk some more... And, this next question is to the both of you: Would you like to see the reason why I have my stake in this city, after we eat and drink, and why it angers me so to see it in disarray?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 4:28:43 GMT
His answer to her question, though directed at him, wasn’t as immediate as she would have liked and she raised an annoyed eye brow at him when he reached for a scouter nearby. She watched curiously as he called for some one and demanded for maps to be brought up of some cities she only vaguely heard about. When a 3D projection she was made, the voice told the devil more about what could be searched – an offer that was declined amusingly. Her lips twitched at what was before her, gazing at the various points that dictated what was interesting about the city before she looked back up at Alaistair with a surprised expression, “Anjips? I know that name! Odd fellow,” She told him, before she listened to his explanation of the various places the photographer had recorded and that this… ‘Komoto’ Majin brought trouble to.
Tilting her head at the oddness he presented, she wondered just how bad this kind of guy could be. If he’s so powerful, then someone should have tried to take him down, right? If he that much more powerful? She thought, a hand coming up to tap her chin.
Her eyes glanced over at Glecier at his reaction to the mention of said Majin and she glowered at him, impressed. She read his power earlier and it wasn’t near her own in power – did that mean that this being hasn’t as powerful as Alaistair claimed? According to said devil’s reaction, she couldn’t hide the teasing grin that touched her lips. “If you had trouble fighting him and no one could defeat him at those games he invaded… maybe I should try my hand at it. After all, a side of me somewhat relishes in the challenge he presents,” Just as she was about to go on, the drinks came at that moment.
At the sight of the bottle, Zerori’s mouth was quite suddenly parched and she didn’t even bother to wait until he was finished speaking to pluck the bottle from the tray and look it over. She licked her lips, listening in on the history about the drink before she frowned at the stipulation – the wait 20 minute wait. With a deep sigh, she placed the bottle back and leaned in her chair with obvious impatience. Even when the demon host disappeared into the floor, she had a sour look on her face.
When the question popped up about immortality, she withheld her opinion for the moment. Glecier was to respond first and she was curious about what he had to say on the issue. She didn’t care for immortality, personally. Sitting back, staring at the drink that was placed before her, Zerori couldn’t help jump in after Alaistair clarified that it was his plan to live in a world where everyone was immortal to their heart’s content…
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, at all,” She said firmly, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared down at the devil elder before her. She didn’t pay any attention to Glecier or his reaction as she spoke, “People are meant to die, good or bad. All immortality does is fuck up the natural order of things and leave everyone in some sort of purgatory. Having the ability to ‘give up’ immortality is a farce no one would take,” She reached for the glass and knocked it back angrily, even after the heartfelt explanation Dorgia had gifted them with. She finished with a snarl, “The mortals in the world are filled with greed, myself included – after all, I know greed better than most on this planet. If you offer them immortality, it won’t be peace you should expect by any means. Unless you intend to suffer through that pain you had giving or taking away that gift like you did earlier – you should shelve this delusion…”
It wouldn’t have been odd for there to be silence after her tirade and she was more than a little heated up from the idea of ‘immortality to those who were worthy’. Looking back down at her drink, she mumbled, “Do continue, however. If there’s anything we would agree on,” She glanced at Glecier and back to the devil, “-it’s that I dislike when chaos disrupts my work.”
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on Jul 2, 2015 5:08:26 GMT
"I wouldnt use the wording Zero used, but she has a point. It is a bad idea for everyone to be immortal, not only because of what i mentioned earlier, but greedy and powerfull people could use that to their advantage. Even if righteous people where to opose them, it would have little effect on returning balance to the most basic of cycles... The Cycle of Life." As hopeful as Alaistair's idea was, it had a basic flaw that no matter what couldnt be fixed. He had lived a long time and had seen many live, grow and die. He had learned that it was essencial, disturbign that could have terrible concecuences.
"There is no need for such kind words, as you must know my kind have a great resistance to cold, this is just a mild annoyance." He took another sip of his drink and smiled. "Though, i got to say this is some of the finest Vodka I've ever tried." He ignored the whole living in the North part, he knew how it was there, it felt like home and he hated that, he didnt want to feel like he was in his home planet. No, his home was Namek, nowhere else.
"And i would like to accept your offer. Im interested by your power in this city." He stayed serious for a moment before smiling. "It would be a nice change of pace, I've never gotten the chance to simply explore a city since i got to this planet a few months ago." He smiled and took another sip of his drink with a smile on his face.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 2, 2015 18:51:37 GMT
A good point, these two brought up. However, what Alaistair had in mind was not exactly, 'Giving Immortality through magic,' but rather something more along the lines of being, 'A force in the universe.' He didn't want to reveal TOO MUCH of his plan, but Alaistair felt obliged to explain a bit of it a little more... But first, he would wait to hear what the both of them had to say. Gleciar seemed intrigued in joining Alaistair on a trip around the city, whilst Zerori... Well, she seemed more intent to listen to what Alaistair had in mind.
"It is, in truth, very naive if you were to just give immortality to someone, in particular those who are distasteful towards the goals we have in mind. This is true," Alaistair agreed, observing the alcohol swell inside the orange slice slightly, the juice streaming out into the liquid and turning it into an orange color, "However, you misunderstand what I mean through 'restricting death.' The threat of it will linger around. It will appear as though I, and whomever works for me, are holding it back... Does that explanation make things clearer?"
He looked into both of their eyes, his face becoming stern as he did. What would their thoughts be on it? He offered them a peek under the veil, for insight on his plan, and it was for the price of working for him. He responded, "The vodka's other reason for being so rare now these days is because Jingle Village was annihilated. Someone decided to wipe the village off the face of the Earth, without any regards to it. Who or why it happened, it is unknown, but this is a factor I can not have lingering arou-"
"Pipe your shite down, you idgits! The food'll be comin' down in just a moment! Mr. Alaistair has had a very grieving day and could use a bit of good food to put a fire in his belly, just like the rest of ya... Now get back downstairs or I'll make you all into hors d'oeuvres to be served for the next five days! Now get back downstairs and wait your turn," a strong voice called out. It was feminine and mature, and to be frank, a bit on the masculine side as well. The doors opened, Mr. Dorgia holding it open for a Red skin woman with tied back hair walking in. A long red tail swat at one of the patrons that followed her upstairs, sending him careening back into the crowd in the stairwell. As she made her way past Mr. Dorgia, she pecked him on the cheek as growled, "Thank ya, darlin'. Now, can you send that lot back downstairs?"
"Of course, Eres..."
The doors closed behind her, followed by an eery silence for the next minute, save for the sound of footsteps from the red demoness. She was carrying 3 pots of stew on her forearms, the utensils being held in couple of pockets in the apron. She did not utter another word, putting the bowls of food onto the table. She took out 3 spoons and napkins from her pocket, laying them straight next to each other.
The minute went by and the sound of rushed feet on the rickety staircase could be heard. She released her breath, uttering, "About damn time he got them downstairs, though he better not have told them I was going to do a 'private show' like he did last year... Where're my manners? I am Eres, the chef, servant, cleaner, and bartender of this place! I recommend saving the drink ya got now until after you finished eating the pot. I tossed in a little something that's gonna get you awake!"
The red demoness bowed and made her way back to the door quickly, opening the door with one hand and bellowing, "I better not be seeing ya bums reaching over and grabbing free refills! Don't forget about what happened to the last jackass who tried that!"
Alaistair remained silent, even after the door slammed shut. He was frowning at the thought of what the ex-Oni would do to them, as the memory of his torture in HFIL was still fresh. The devil muttered, moving the drink to the upper right side of his bowl, as he told them, "Well... That was interesting. Shall we dig-"
"Hey! I didn't hear a 'thank you' from any of ya bums! Do I need to come back up there?!"
The voice was coming from all three bowls, the image of the demoness forming with the vegetables and beef on their own! Alaistair apologized, hands raised as he did, "My apologies, ma'am. Thank you for bringing up the food to us."
"Now that's better! Enjoy the food!"
As brief as the interruption came, so too did her 'leave' from the stew, the food separating. He cursed, rubbing the temples on his head with both hands, "That woman always does that... Do ignore that and enjoy the food for a moment. We will continue discussing afterwards."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 22:17:56 GMT
It appeased her flared temper that Glecier agreed with her, though like he said in not so many words. It also didn’t escape her that he used a familiar codename she liked to employ when she played a male spy, which… didn’t disturb her as much as definitely had her thinking twice about using her own name as the basis for fake names. If he guessed it on a lark, I’m sure actual ‘enemies’ would figure it out in a second, with this noted, she listened to Alaistair’s admission to the idea that rebuffed. However, in rebuttal he offered them a way to seem as though they only ‘held it back’. To his question on whether that made sense, the halfling’s eye brow twitched before she responded in a rare bout of honesty, “No… No, not really…” With a glance tossed at Glecier, she hoped he might know more but a new distraction presented itself as he spoke about the drink.
And that’s when it all came together for her, in regards to Jingle Village. She wanted to see the town how it was supposed to be, but given that it was destroyed mysteriously with no explanation – she’d have to just bite her tongue on demanding more answers. I’ll investigate myself, after this, She thought, with a resolute expression. She leaned forward, wanting to change the subject, “The drink is great, but this guy-” Intentioned to speak about this ‘Komoto’ person again, but they were both interrupted by a new voice, catching her attention.
A woman she could guess was coming up the stairs and by the gods did she sound irate. Curious, she leaned back in her chair and watched as the door opened to reveal Dorgia and the new arrival. However, Zerori did catch sight of her before they came up the stairs and she was pleasantly surprised to see that she was different from the other demon she saw. Are all demons so variant? I wonder… how they find family – if they have any? Her thought was stray and disconnected but the woman before her brought her back to reality.
At the mention of leaving the glass for after the meal, Zerori’s eyes glanced to her empty one before she placed her chin in a hand, leaning against the table, “I’ll take a second…” She murmured, reaching for the bottle once the woman had left, tossing a grin her way before the door closed. “She’s like fire and ice; I like that,” With a chuckle, she was just about to reach for her spoon to take a bite of the soup before she jumped at the bowl suddenly having a face inside of it. Sweat dripping from her face, she looked up to see Alaistair apologize and she swallowed, muttering her own condolences and gratitude before the face disappeared.
Somehow, she just… didn’t have an appetite anymore…
At the mention of enjoying the food, she sighed deeply and cautiously inched the spoon back to the liquid. When they touched and nothing happened, she visibly relaxed and brought the filled spoon to her mouth. Once it touched her taste buds, it was like gas to fire…
Keeping her manners as best as she possibility could, her stomach found it important to remind her of just how long she hadn’t eaten and that she wasn’t just a demonic half-breed. She shoveled the food into her mouth, chewing with minimal effort and swallowing before repeating until there was only liquid left. Taking the bowl, she nearly upturned it violently, and her throat could be seen swallowing whatever was left swiftly. Once finished, she placed it back on the table and brought an arm across her mouth to wipe the rest off, “Gods damn, that was amazing! There’s more, right?! Or did you want to show off the city, and then we get more?!” It was almost nostalgic how child-like she seemed right then when she was fed and – for the most part – comfortable.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 5, 2015 2:27:30 GMT
"Aye, that she is, and there is indeed more to be had. We'll head out in just a moment and pick up a bowl or 3 from her,"[/color] Alaistair explained, picking up the spoon after Zerori scarfed down the entire bowl!
He scooped up the brown broth and slurped it into his mouth. It was salty and filled with spices, specifically parsley and paprika, with the thick contents the bowl having been swelling with the juices. It was practically addictive, which was one of the reasons why Alaistair enjoyed the company of the three demons, though they did charge massive amounts. He scooped up a diced and cubed beef bit, a carrot, and diced up red onions that hung loosely the spoon. He chomped down on the contents, and with a satisfied grin on his face, scarfed the food down himself.
He put the bowl and spoon down with a satisfied 'thunk' on the table. He wiped his lips with a thumb and licked it clean. Something in his belly felt as though it was swelling with energy, and without a doubt, it was happening in Zerori and Gleciar's bodies' as well. It felt empowering, as any internal wounds felt as though they were closing up via cauterizing. The devil chuckled briefly, as he uttered, "Ah... That sort of secret, eh?"
Alaistiar picked up the drink, taking the orange out and eating the thick slice, before he knocked the Snow Tear back quickly, the energizing fire ceasing immediately! Steam flew out of Alaistair's mouth and nose. Through it, his red eyes pierced at Zerori's and Gleciar's, as he explained, "The surprise is a dangerous healing that Eres is capable of. She is a cook and barista because her magic is most potent in regards to food. In order to either heal, or damage, someone, she mixes her power with the food in mind and gives it to someone, who willingly eats it. Normally, it'd damage, but because we had a very cold drink, the energy will spread out and give our muscles some needed energy..."
Alaistair paused, kicking up his feet unto the desk and crossed his arms, as he rhetorically asked, "Now shall I explain my message about what I mean about myself intending to 'stall' death and have those who work with me do the same?"
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on Jul 6, 2015 4:15:48 GMT
Gleciar had been quite shocked by the incredibly loud and rude woman that had served them, it took him a little bit to snap out of it and dig into the food, but once he did he couldnt stop, he felt great and full of energy. Surpricingly he had finished eating last, even if he was eating a lot faster than usual. Though, he did start some time after others.
"That was incredible..." He said, he was surpriced by the fact that the rude woman had such incredible cooking skills and he personally wanted to learn some himself, he enjoyed cooking and he wanted to get better, all he knew was self taught, since the people of his home didnt eat. "Mr. Alaistair. Do you think Eres could teach me a thing or two about cooking? I enjoy the art myself and i want to get better. Im thinking a teacher would be the best way... If you want i could work as an assistant for her."
After getting his answer he listened to Alaistair's new question about his "stalling death" project, he certainly wanted to learn more about it, but he wasnt sure he wanted to be part of it. "Sure, I do want to know more about this idea of yours." He quickly glanced towards Zerori waiting for her to say something so that Alaistair would start.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 4:09:17 GMT
Seeing the reactions that Alaistair and Glecier made, upon drinking the alcoholic beverage after the food, she was reminded that there was some sort of secret she was missing out on. Looking at her glass, full from pouring more out but only ten minutes had elapsed instead of the instructed twenty; she wanted to feel whatever they had felt. With a grimace of impatience, she picked up the glass and knocked it back. Whatever happens – happens! She mentally noted and closed her eyes in preparation for the surprise. The fire in her belly before the drink was a most comfortable feeling; most likely because of her elemental prowess to all things of a temperamental nature. Mixed with the cold glass, however, she could quite clearly feel everything start sizzle and smoke inside.
Looking at Alaistair as she pursed her lips, visible steam softly hissed from her mouth, she listened to him describe the woman’s ability. As the reaction cooled and she could very easily feel the difference between her breathing before and after, she chuckled. “I think my own demonic power has some immunity if that was supposed to damage me, but that drink was amazing. After our business is concluded, I’d love to try and atomize it. More on that later, however,” She brought a hand to her mouth as Glecier and (catching his look) she gave a decided nod, “Please do!”
She’d never felt in such a good mood before, so she hoped that his explanation would keep her that way. If not, well… he did say she could eat more food…
((Pardon the shortness - lack of some muse and need to get a break x3))
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 7, 2015 4:25:56 GMT
"All in good time... But first things first, my explanation," Alaistair replied, seeing both ready to hear what he had to say. He leaned back further, placing both hands over his chest, with a smile over his face as the steam ceased. The idea was simple and he was sure they would have learned it. But, beggars couldn't be choosers... At least, currently anyway.
"The plan is simple, and to be frank, it is cruel but I digress. It is to first introduce 'paradise' to the populace of each world, and bring them under my control. When they get out of line, or they wish to end their life, bring death to where it needs to happen. The use of death will vary... Could be like the ancients of the medieval, who tortured those who 'sinned,' exemplifying the accused's 'sins' through the use of devices targeted to attacking them for the 'sin.' It could be quick, painless, if they live a life in line with my guidelines... It would vary from person to person, but the method of death will be terrifying."
He jumped to his jittery feet, slamming his hands on the table. He asked, in an excited tone, "Would you like to see a demonstration? There are some loose ends I need to tie up within this city, and I'd very much appreciate your assistance with it... And trust me, if you've got some steam to blow, this is more than up your field."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 4:27:17 GMT
The moment he spoke of ‘cruelty’, Zerori’s gaze sharpened in on him. What did he have in mind? She was certain that whatever plan he could come up with would fail because of the content of this ‘immortality’ he wanted to control. However, she didn’t think that he was serious about controlling the people. Her head rose at the mention of killing those whom had sinned. This threw her off immediately and the urge to interrupt him with a heated debate was almost overwhelming. To solve the problem of over-population and abuse of power, he was going to kill those that got in the way? Sounds like the typical dictator ruler in the making. How long will I have to sit through this farce? She thought with a roll of her eyes, still unaware of his ability to read minds.
It was with excitement and a disgusting amount of pleasure that she saw him jump up from his seat and slam his hands against the table; he wanted them to follow him and show off how he planned to kill people? With a twitch of her lips, she raised a hand to him in order to cool his passionate urges to incite justice. Standing up from her seat, she threw the napkin down over her plate and gave a deep sigh, “Okay, first of – if we’re going to kill people, I’m going to need to be paid,” She let it hang in the air before making it more clear with a frown, “As in now. At this very moment. Before any blood-shed it made.”
She walked over to him across the table leaned against the furniture with her hip, leering into his face, “See, I don’t work for you. And I don’t work for free. This food? Purely a pleasantry but please, give my regards to your chef, for it was very good.” She snarled at his face, then before making her intentions absolutely clear, as traditional with all business, “I don’t kill without getting paid; that’s my rule. Take it or leave it but if it wasn’t obvious before, I’ll enlighten you-” She tilted her head and leaned back, “-You can’t kill me and I’d certainly not like to end our partnership so soon.”
She watched him for his reaction, waiting to see if his response was going to be in her favor or if this was all just a waste of her time.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 13, 2015 4:59:46 GMT
(Hey Gleciar Avierno, we're just getting the thread moving along, so it'll be your turn coming up just after this post of mine. I just wanna make sure you know you're not being forgotten.) Zerori was disgusted with the plan. Sure, it had some folly, but that was something that he and whomever he worked with would have to get by. Having a vision was important, after all, and he had it. She made it very clear that, first off, that if she were to kill anyone, she would need to get paid. She even made a threat at the end of it, to which Alaistair took into account. To this, and with a smile on his face as he gestured to the room, he replied, "Look around you, Ms. Zerori. You are in a museum of artifacts that any half-witted historian would pay several thousands, and a ship on top of it, to grab one small, measly artifact from this 500 year old place, and for your threat, this is something you've not got anything to worry about, that I can assure you. The both of you are leagues beyond what I am now, even if were to go mad under that Red star that shows at the end of each night that people seem to mistake for the moon..."He made his way around the table, and walked past the two, as he looked at the tapestries of eras far gone and, otherwise, forgotten to the world they were on. Some of these artifacts, had in fact been part of either the Arcosian or Saiyan Empire at one point, as well as a sword that seemed to fain for the devil and his guests for water... But, it had been only a tool of death and nothing more from way back and it had no longer the ability to be resharpened to its glory. He told them, "Grab what you'd like to sell. I'm quite sure you'll be fond of the price you receive for the objects. There is a matter of some patrons who used to visit this place that I wish to get given care... And mind you, I do mean given help to survive. I did not see them downstairs handling business, so I'm left to assume something had happened to them. Also, don't forget your bowls, if you'd wish to grab another delectable meal!"Alaistair made his way to the doors and opened them, scouter on his ear still. He walked down the flight of stairs and to the foyer of the Loft. He called out, expecting the two to be following suit, "The folk are men who own businesses here in the Western Capital. They were mid-sized exporters of food and spices from the southern isles, and building resources; respectively. Knowledgable and cunning is what they are, and if you wish to make your way to power, establishing connections is good to have... Eres! Ms. Zerori wishes to give regards to your cooking and would, perhaps, enjoy learning under your tutorage a one point in your 'techniques," Alaistair bellowed above the again noisy crowd to the demoness. She didn't give an expression, but he knew that she heard him. He made his way through the front door and to the front porch of the Loft. He held the door open for the two, and told them, "You're obviously not obligated to join me, but after our conversation, I would very much appreciate you joining me, or at the very least, being people I can hire for jobs. There was, however, once a group that the dreadful person had been part of known as the Red Eclipse, but as far as I know, he could have made up the group and was simply contacting me through coded messages through the world wide web... But at any rate, if you're at least interested in 'odd jobs' here and there, I can get some work arranged. Just make sure you have a scouter and contact me through the Loft's frequency."
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