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kismet_loop_logs2014-12-14 01:35 pm
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But that is not for them to decide...
Who: Yet-Unknown Death and OPEN
What: An entity stalks the streets of Haven
Where: All over the city...no, really, All. Over. - this entity does not know boundaries. Or personal spaces. You could encounter it in your apartment, even.
When: Any time mid-November to now
Warnings: Surprisingly, perhaps? None, really, but what you bring with you. Possibly general talk of death and mortality
Notes: Replies to tags will come whenever I can. Still no computer of my own, not for at least another week (and then we're looking at Xmas o.o). Just that I'd meant to put this up as soon as the event was over, since technically THAT would have been back in early November.
A smoky, curling mass of shifting blacks and deep greys crawls through Haven. Night or day, this mass might be encountered. Sometimes, it coalesces into the shape of a common black house cat, albeit a slightly large one. Its eyes are crimson red and, if met, will gaze back at a person with a sense of ageless intelligence. Those who had been kidnapped will surely remember this being.
Encountering either the mass or the cat will induce the same reactions. They're not insurmountable or even unignorable, but one would have to work at it at least a first. There's a dread, a sense of mortality, like walking through a graveyard, that seems to cling around the entity, or emanate from it - it's hard to tell. There's a chill that goes straight to the bones, or the struts on a Cybertronian. Also any Cybertronian - or other mechanoid, such a BP unit - will likely even have a hard time "looking" at the being. Sensors will fritz and error, unable to comprehend the utter null. An utter null with a clearly defined edge, like someone cut a hole in space itself.
What is this being? What does it want? Should it even be here?
Most people on the street avoid it, are even afraid of it, but . . . few seem actually surprised by it, like they know it's a thing that exists in the city. Some with even greet it - with or without fear is an individual affair. But . . . that's the thing, not all do fear it. One old man even seems to argue with the cat, though the conversation is far enough away that the words won't be discernible. If asked what it is, the answers range from fearful "do not speak of it" to wry "trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Who's curious enough - and brave enough - to face the dark?
What: An entity stalks the streets of Haven
Where: All over the city...no, really, All. Over. - this entity does not know boundaries. Or personal spaces. You could encounter it in your apartment, even.
When: Any time mid-November to now
Warnings: Surprisingly, perhaps? None, really, but what you bring with you. Possibly general talk of death and mortality
Notes: Replies to tags will come whenever I can. Still no computer of my own, not for at least another week (and then we're looking at Xmas o.o). Just that I'd meant to put this up as soon as the event was over, since technically THAT would have been back in early November.
A smoky, curling mass of shifting blacks and deep greys crawls through Haven. Night or day, this mass might be encountered. Sometimes, it coalesces into the shape of a common black house cat, albeit a slightly large one. Its eyes are crimson red and, if met, will gaze back at a person with a sense of ageless intelligence. Those who had been kidnapped will surely remember this being.
Encountering either the mass or the cat will induce the same reactions. They're not insurmountable or even unignorable, but one would have to work at it at least a first. There's a dread, a sense of mortality, like walking through a graveyard, that seems to cling around the entity, or emanate from it - it's hard to tell. There's a chill that goes straight to the bones, or the struts on a Cybertronian. Also any Cybertronian - or other mechanoid, such a BP unit - will likely even have a hard time "looking" at the being. Sensors will fritz and error, unable to comprehend the utter null. An utter null with a clearly defined edge, like someone cut a hole in space itself.
What is this being? What does it want? Should it even be here?
Most people on the street avoid it, are even afraid of it, but . . . few seem actually surprised by it, like they know it's a thing that exists in the city. Some with even greet it - with or without fear is an individual affair. But . . . that's the thing, not all do fear it. One old man even seems to argue with the cat, though the conversation is far enough away that the words won't be discernible. If asked what it is, the answers range from fearful "do not speak of it" to wry "trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Who's curious enough - and brave enough - to face the dark?
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The being gazes at Lea with a look that seems to weigh him. SHE WAS EXTREMELY YOUNG FOR HER KIND, YES. Does there seem to be more that it might say? Perhaps, but Lea might not be ready to hear it, so it refrains.
FLIT IS HAPPY NOW AND FREE FROM PAIN. SHE HAS ASKED ME TO TELL YOU THANK YOU FOR FREEING HER.
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Lea almost didn't look up as the cat began to talk about Flit. It all sounded like things he'd been told before, none of which made the situation any better. None of it changed what he'd had to do, or the suffering Flit had been forced to endure for that asshole Galos' dreams of power.
The last bit, though, made him look up. "Wait... she asked you to?", Lea said, surprised and a bit confused. He studied the cat a bit more carefully for a long moment, as if he could verify the truth of what the cat was saying just by staring hard enough.
Finally he spoke again, his tone one of mingled suspicion and curiosity. "Who are you...?", he asked.
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The cat gazed back as Lea seemed to realize what it was. A hint of a grin pulled at feline lips.
WHO IS WRAPPED UP IN WHAT. I AM AN AGENT OF THE BALANCE BETWEEN ORDER AND CHAOS, THE ASPECT THAT SERVES IN THIS PLACE AT THIS TIME. I SERVE AS A GUIDE AND AN AID TO THOSE MAKING THE TRANSITION FROM ONE FORM OR LEVEL OF EXISTENCE TO ANOTHER. I HAVE BEEN CALLED BY MANY NAMES OVER THE AGES. YOU MIGHT KNOW ME BEST AS THE GRIM REAPER, OR DEATH.
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He turned his gaze back to the cat though, expression thoughtful. "I... kinda always though you'd be scarier," he said. "Like a big skeleton guy with a scythe or something. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You're just... not what I expected."
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WHAT YOU ARE ACCUSTOMED TO ARE THE IMAGES HUMANS OVER THE AGES HAVE USED TO PORTRAY ME. I CHOOSE TO APPEAR TO PEOPLE IN THE MANNERS BEST SUITING THE PURPOSES. HERE IN HAVEN, I HAVE BEEN TASKED WITH AN ADDITIONAL DUTY THAT REQUIRES ME TO TAKE A MORE DIRECT AND VISIBLE PLACE IN PEOPLE'S LIVES, UNRELATED TO THEIR MORTAL DEATHS. AS I DO NOT WISH TO FRIGHTEN PEOPLE NEEDLESSLY, I CHOOSE FORMS THAT SERVE TO LESSEN THE LEVEL OF MY PERCEIVED THREAT TO THOSE I INTERACT WITH.
I CAN SHIFT INTO A ROBED SKELETON WITH A SCYTHE IF YOU'D PREFER.
The offer, while very mild and matter-of-fact, held a distinct hint of tongue-in-cheek humor.
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Still, he became serious again a moment later. "I didn't get a chance to say it before," he said quietly, "but... thanks. For telling me Flit's name. Wherever she is now, she deserves to be remembered here too. And could you tell her... that I'm sorry we had to meet like we did?"
His expression turned hard. "And if you see Galos," there was venom in the name, leaving no doubt as to his feelings about its owner, "tell him that he got off easy in that rock slide. And that he'd better hope I don't find him when I eventually get to the afterlife."
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Hackles raised at the last, the cat stiffening as it straightened. The voice took on a little more boom in Lea's mind. Despite the cat's physically small size, it would seem to grow larger somehow, powerful despite the furry little body . . . and Lea would be able to feel the ageless being's own great wrath, perfectly calm and frighteningly terrible.
Managing to actually piss off Death himself is not a wise thing to do.HE HAS NOT TRANSITIONED FROM THIS EXISTENCE. YET. I HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO FIND HIM, ON THIS PLANE OR THE NEXT. I ASSURE YOU THAT, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, HE WILL BE DEALT WITH FOR HIS BETRAYAL. AS WITH ALL OF THE GUARDIANS HERE, HE MADE AN OATH TO ME TO PROTECT THIS CITY AND ITS INHABITANTS AND NOT TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR SURVIVAL OR YOUR FREEDOM. PERHAPS HE FORGOT . . . I HAVE NOT.
I WILL NOT STOP YOU FROM ANY ACTIONS YOU CHOOSE TO TAKE, SHOULD YOU ENCOUNTER HIM BEFORE I DO. JUST KNOW THAT, IF YOU NEVER DO, HIS PAYMENT WILL BE EXACTED REGARDLESS.
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Instead, he looked thoughtful. "Hmm... could be Unicron's doing," Lea said. "Last I checked, evil Chaos Gods didn't take too kindly to minions who failed them. If that's the case, Galos might be wishing you'd pay him a visit right now." He smirked darkly for a moment before becoming serious again.
"I'm guessing you've already told the other Guardians the situation?", he said. He couldn't really see Death keeping this important a detail from his fellow Guardians, but well, it was Death he was talking about. One really couldn't assume anything with regards to its mode of thinking.
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THE OTHER GUARDIANS ARE AWARE. I GATHERED THEM, TOLD THEM THE SITUATION, AND I RETESTED EACH OF THEM. ANOTHER BETRAYAL LIKE THIS IS . . . UNLIKELY.
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"Heh..." Lea finally said, a bit of a wry smirk forming on his lips. "Well at least this time we got the whole 'which of the guys in charge is a traitor' thing out of the way fairly early on." He shook his head, chuckling slightly before turning back to Death. "Don't know if you were already operating here the last time my friends and I were in Haven, but lemme tell you, I'm glad we didn't have to deal with another Liege Maximo here."
"Anyway," Lea said, relaxing as much back into his normal self as he could in the presence of Death, "was there some particular reason you're hanging out around here? Or do you just enjoy hanging out in alleyways being creepy at people?" Lea's expression indicated that he was mostly joking., though he really was curious about why Death was there.
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IT DOES FASCINATE, DOES IT NOT? HOW ALIKE SEEMINGLY DISPARATE RACES CAN BE, AND HOW MANY TIMES THE SAME MISTAKES ARE MADE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Frankly, Death doesn't get it. But then, the being sees and knows far more than most can begin to comprehend, so its thought processes are far different than mortals'. YES, I WAS HERE BEFORE. THE MOMENT THAT LIFE BEGINS IN ANY GIVEN TIME AND PLACE, SO TOO DOES THE PATH OF THAT LIFE THROUGH THE TRANSITIONS OF THE MANY FORMS IT WILL TAKE IN EXISTENCE.
The wording actually gets a mild chuckle. 'BEING CREEPY AT PEOPLE', AS YOU SAY, CAN BE ENTERTAINING ON OCCASION, IN ITS WAY, AS WELL AS SERVE TOWARDS LESSONS TO TEACH WHEN NEEDED. BUT YOU ARE WONDERING WHY I AM VISIBLE AT ALL? OR WHY I AM IN THIS LOCATION? It was never a good idea to assume, even Death knew that, and again, the being wasn't a mind reader despite the form of communication, not unless invited in.
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"And I more meant 'why are you in the alley', but now that you mention it, I am kinda curious as to why you tend to be visible at all," he said. "I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but on most worlds people don't usually see you til it's time for, shall we say, an 'official' visit. So what's different about this place?"
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YOU ARE NOT WRONG. WHAT IS DIFFERENT HERE IS THAT I HAVE BEEN TASKED WITH DIRECT STEWARDSHIP OF THIS WORLD - NOT ONLY ITS SOULS BUT ITS MORTAL BEINGS AND THE HEALTH OF THE PLANET ITSELF. I AM ONE OF THIS CYBERTRON'S GUARDIANS. I AM THE FIRST GUARDIAN. IT IS I WHO TESTED AND ELEVATED THE OTHERS. ONE OF THE FAILINGS OF THE ORIGINAL FIRST-FORGED IS THAT THEY WERE NOT INVOLVED ENOUGH IN THE LIVES OF THOSE PLACED INTO THEIR CARE TO HELP THEM BUILD THEIR WORLD. IN ORDER TO BEST SERVE THE POPULACE HERE AND NOW, THE GUARDIANS HAVE BEEN TASKED WITH BEING PRESENT AND AVAILABLE. INCLUDING ME.
AS FOR BEING IN THIS ALLEY, IT IS MERELY A PASSING POINT BETWEEN ONE PLACE AND ANOTHER. IF I DO SO PHYSICALLY RATHER THAN MERELY PASS THROUGH OBSTACLES FOR THE SHORTEST DISTANCE, I AM MORE LIKELY TO MEET AND VISIT WITH PEOPLE, LIKE YOU.
((ooc: I...probably don't have to clarify, but I feel compelled to anyway. Death's comment about the "failing of the FF's" is an IC opinion only. The mods did the best they could with their NPCs and I think they did a fine job at it. <3))
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Though the mention of the First Forged did bring an interesting question to mind. "Say... I don't suppose you know what happened to the First Forged between the time we all left Haven the first time and now? Or would telling me be cosmic cheating or something?" Hey it wasn't like they all hadn't been wondering, and if Death couldn't or wouldn't tell him, then they wouldn't be any worse off than they were now.
The answer to Lea's previous question however, was much more straightforward, and earned a slight chuckle. "Well, can't argue with that logic, I guess," he said. "Though a guy like me probably has a past weird enough to confuse even you. I know it give me a headache when I try to think about it too hard, and I lived through it." Yeah, Nobodies are weird.
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The tone and expression turned more somber as Death continued. [THERE WAS A BACKLASH IN THE RITUAL THAT WAS MEANT TO SEND PEOPLE HOME. THE FIRST-FORGED THOUGHT THAT UNICRON HAD BEEN BANISHED, BUT HE WAS NOT DRIVEN BACK NEARLY AS FAR AS THEY'D THOUGHT. HE MADE ONE LAST PUSH JUST AS THEY WERE CASTING, AND THE ENERGIES WERE COMPLETELY INCAPABLE. THE RESULTING MAGICAL EXPLOSION IS WHAT FLUNG YOU AND YOUR COMPANIONS FORWARD THROUGH TIME. HAVING BEEN AT GROUND ZERO OF THAT EXPLOSION, THE FIRST-FORGED WERE NOT SO FORTUNATE. THEIR BODIES WERE SHREDDED INSTANTLY. I ESCORTED ALL TWELVE OF THEIR SOULS ACROSS THE VEIL SHORTLY AFTER.]
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"What about Leige Maximo?", Lea asked. "Did he get away clean, or did you end up taking him too?" He hoped Leige hadn't gotten away; for him to live while the other First Forged died would be horribly unfair. But he'd seen more than enough to know that life was frequently unfair, so he wasn't about to hold his breath.
"And is Unicron's attack responsible for what happened to their temples too? Cause some of them look like they got hit with more than just several centuries of neglect."
Wow, self – “incompatible”, not “incapable” 9,9
YES. ONCE THE FIRST-FORGED WERE OUT OF HIS WAY, UNICRON LASHED OUT AT THEIR TEMPLES AS PRIMUS STIRRED AND PULLED HIMSELF BACK UP FROM THE CORE TO DEAL WITH HIM. THEY FOUGHT - IT'S ONLY BY ACCIDENT THAT THE REST OF HAVEN WAS SPARED - AND PRIMUS FINALLY OVERCAME UNICRON ENOUGH TO DRAG HIM INTO THE CORE WITH HIM, INTO SLEEP. IT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO CONTAIN HIM.
BUT THEY ARE POLAR OPPOSITES - LIGHT AND DARK, GOOD AND EVIL. THE UNEASY BLENDING OF THEIR ENERGIES IS WHAT FORMS THE CHAOS THAT IS THE MIASMA.
And heh, I forgot that Lea wouldn't know that there were technically 13 Primes. X3
"Given the forces involved, though," he said, "somehow I can't really see us ending up here and now as being an accident. Especially given what happened just after we arrived."