RE: Cloudsea - The Chronicle of Alice Van Vaugen
09-14-2017, 03:41 PM
[VOID] reaches out in all directions. It touches the universe, and the universe recoils back. Things happen in places beyond observation- although notably, the music, the singing begins to change. The massive ship begins to pitch, a low, tortured howl echoing through it's depths.
'Keeping us busy, keeping you busy. Bet on our side not losing. We don't have to win, we just have to not lose. You're playing to win. More to lose.'
[VOID] makes a purposeful motion that just barely resembles 'checking it's nails in a bored fashion'. It's quite a feat considering it's almost impossible to determine it's contours and shape at the best of times.
'These words are representations of your commitment. I do not need to 'win'. What I am after is 'inevitable'. Eventually, like all things, Alice will 'end'. I simply am 'impatient'. But watching things happen out of one's control is so boring, isn't it? Stay here, and maybe you can 'distract' me or something, yes? That would be nice, wouldn't it? You don't really want to watch those mortal creatures suffer, do you? Of course not. You might become 'attached'.'
[VOID] turns away for a moment. It plucks at the insides of this creature again. Turns back.
'The significance of your words are lost on me, but they sound culturally significant. They were very nice words. Thank you. I will remember them until the end.'
[FRED] stretches out and collapses back in on itself again. Something not unlike a sigh.
'No. I would not say I am a 'betting man'. Also you are ephemeral, translucent hallucinations given form by a very, very dangerous power. You don't drink. If it will make you feel better, however, I can offer you something. All I have is blood, however, as it's the closest liquid on hand. How many glasses would you like?'
[VANTA] stops, halfway to reaching out and grabbing for some dark mass of the interior of this strange beast.
'Ah- yes. The crux of the problem. I want Alice dead, and you find her entertaining. It's a shame only one of us gets to have a meaningful impact on this universe, I would be much less likely to pursue her immediate death if I had something to actually hold my attention- but alas. What I want from Alice. . .'
[VANTA] stands? Stands. Oozes. Grows.
[VANTA] floats into the air, twisting around itself until it looks like it's about to snap, or explode, or rip itself to pieces. . . and settles into a flapping, fluttering black cloak. Not black. Dark. It continues to suck up light and attempts to view it's definite form. Even it's glowing eyes are black orbs, that reflect just enough of the ambient light for them to be visible.
'What I want, is what I was promised. She broke the contract. She is the reason all of this is happening, and I will consume everything that stands in my way until I get my body back.'
'Keeping us busy, keeping you busy. Bet on our side not losing. We don't have to win, we just have to not lose. You're playing to win. More to lose.'
[VOID] makes a purposeful motion that just barely resembles 'checking it's nails in a bored fashion'. It's quite a feat considering it's almost impossible to determine it's contours and shape at the best of times.
'These words are representations of your commitment. I do not need to 'win'. What I am after is 'inevitable'. Eventually, like all things, Alice will 'end'. I simply am 'impatient'. But watching things happen out of one's control is so boring, isn't it? Stay here, and maybe you can 'distract' me or something, yes? That would be nice, wouldn't it? You don't really want to watch those mortal creatures suffer, do you? Of course not. You might become 'attached'.'
[VOID] turns away for a moment. It plucks at the insides of this creature again. Turns back.
'The significance of your words are lost on me, but they sound culturally significant. They were very nice words. Thank you. I will remember them until the end.'
[FRED] stretches out and collapses back in on itself again. Something not unlike a sigh.
'No. I would not say I am a 'betting man'. Also you are ephemeral, translucent hallucinations given form by a very, very dangerous power. You don't drink. If it will make you feel better, however, I can offer you something. All I have is blood, however, as it's the closest liquid on hand. How many glasses would you like?'
[VANTA] stops, halfway to reaching out and grabbing for some dark mass of the interior of this strange beast.
'Ah- yes. The crux of the problem. I want Alice dead, and you find her entertaining. It's a shame only one of us gets to have a meaningful impact on this universe, I would be much less likely to pursue her immediate death if I had something to actually hold my attention- but alas. What I want from Alice. . .'
[VANTA] stands? Stands. Oozes. Grows.
[VANTA] floats into the air, twisting around itself until it looks like it's about to snap, or explode, or rip itself to pieces. . . and settles into a flapping, fluttering black cloak. Not black. Dark. It continues to suck up light and attempts to view it's definite form. Even it's glowing eyes are black orbs, that reflect just enough of the ambient light for them to be visible.
'What I want, is what I was promised. She broke the contract. She is the reason all of this is happening, and I will consume everything that stands in my way until I get my body back.'