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sirenspull_logs2012-03-04 10:46 pm
theosen) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-04 10:46 pm
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Who: Proxy the Elder (theosen) and Proxy the Younger (awakenings)
When: March 4th, after the evening sirens.
Where: Out in the darkness.
Summary: A meeting of Romdeau's gods amidst the decay of fallen night.
Warnings: Proxy One.
[ The hours from dawn til dusk whittle away with what seems to be excessive slowness. Ironic, considering his longevity, but there's so much he has yet to learn of this world that may be some past of his own.
He does not sleep, does not rest -- there's too much on his mind for him to truly be at ease. Instead, he stretches forth his senses, detecting what he can from the lightlessness of his haven.
Finally, the sirens sound, and the stench of decay returns. Rising up in silence, he disappears into the night. A dark wraith painted all in red, he resumes his exploration from the height of the tallest towers. He does not wish to be seen and so he is not, a whisper of darkness subject to nature's whim.
It's only towards the early morning hours that he stops, perching himself on the roof of an abandoned skyscraper. He does not expect her to come; in fact, he would much prefer if she did not. He waits nonetheless, though, to see if she will find him. ]
theosen) and Proxy the Younger (awakenings)When: March 4th, after the evening sirens.
Where: Out in the darkness.
Summary: A meeting of Romdeau's gods amidst the decay of fallen night.
Warnings: Proxy One.
[ The hours from dawn til dusk whittle away with what seems to be excessive slowness. Ironic, considering his longevity, but there's so much he has yet to learn of this world that may be some past of his own.
He does not sleep, does not rest -- there's too much on his mind for him to truly be at ease. Instead, he stretches forth his senses, detecting what he can from the lightlessness of his haven.
Finally, the sirens sound, and the stench of decay returns. Rising up in silence, he disappears into the night. A dark wraith painted all in red, he resumes his exploration from the height of the tallest towers. He does not wish to be seen and so he is not, a whisper of darkness subject to nature's whim.
It's only towards the early morning hours that he stops, perching himself on the roof of an abandoned skyscraper. He does not expect her to come; in fact, he would much prefer if she did not. He waits nonetheless, though, to see if she will find him. ]
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He sneers, but says no more about it. He knows his own creation, and regardless of what Re-l Mayer might say, Raul Creed will never stand down.
The other question, however -- it does give him pause, and he considers it before he answers. He has a sense of why she might be asking. ]
No. The world was already in ruins before the proxies came into being.
[ And it wasn't long after that, that they were discarded, abandoned to a desecrated Earth while the creators took to the skies. ]
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[So he doesn't know and she's right back where she started. She doesn't say anything and, instead, glances back out into the night. No emotion crosses her features, no glimmer of anything in her eyes. But that doesn't stop the disappointment from building in her chest nor abates the frustration she feels.
It's not his fault. She's just sick of dead ends in her searches.
She lets the silence between them linger for some time before she finally speaks up again, though she keeps looking out at the city instead of him.]
Thanks for letting me know anyway. If anyone had the answer to that, it'd be you.
[Or Monad.
But that's all she had to ask. And, as promised, she'll let him speak if he has anything to say or question her about while she's here.]
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He looks at her, just briefly, taking her measure before his eyes turn back to the scene stretched out before him. She doesn't show him how she feels, what she wishes he had said, but he knows just the same.
It's a nice thought, a hopeful one, even. And yet, it's no less foolish. ]
That which is cannot be changed.
[ A soft statement, more thoughtful than abrasive. ]
Tell me of this city.
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She turns back to him after a moment.]
This city was ravaged by a nuclear device called the Core, the reason for our entrapment. That's what created the creatures and the Darkness. In the daytime, the biggest problems are the companies. One controls the entertainment industry but endorses slavery; the other controls the science and medical fields but uses experimentation as their means of progress.
[She can already tell she's not endearing him to the city or its people.]
Newcomers are shunned and we're often blamed for whatever problem is going on. On top of that, the Core grants any Newcomer without abilities back home a 'power'.
Anywhere you go, you'll run into someone with some sort of ability, even if it's the power to nullify other's gifts. [A pointed look.] They're called Voids. Avoid them.
[She says this not out of care or concern; the fact remains that she's felt empty around them without the use of her powers. He'll probably feel worse.]
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He listens, though, without interrupting, considering everything he's told with an air of quiet indifference. The Core, the companies, Voids, politics, powers -- so much to be aware of.
Though things were hardly perfect, Romdeau was much less complicated and far more controlled. ]
A city in chaos.
[ He murmurs, half-amused, half-disgusted at the prospect. ]
The road to ruin begins again.
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Re-l stiffens, unable to hide it this time. He'd know better than anyone what the world still looked like once ravaged, and what the people were like. And, truly, that's the last thing she wanted to hear...and the one thing she knew since the first few months she had arrived.
All of this has happened before and it will all happen again.
Instead of giving into something like despair, she reacts as she always does: lashing out.]
No. No, this world isn't going to be ruined. There's still a chance that this can be fixed. We have time so long as people are willing to work to make it happen.
[It's not a denial of what could be. She knows that this world could very well end up like their own. But she can't give up now.]
I refuse to let it be like this.
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But it was not to be.
He doesn't berate her for it. In fact, he smiles. ]
If that is what you wish.
[ He'll not stop her. Some people have to try, after all, before they learn to fail. ]
curse my kindle for lack of Lazarus
No one in Romdeau changed. No one even thought something was wrong. Even at the end, they blamed the change, the AutoReivs, and the ADW Project itself. They refused to believe the problem was in themselves.
She should accept this. But she spent too long watching others wallow in despair and suffer in silence, and she won't have it here.]
I do.
[She watches him closely.]
It's not as if I don't have all the time in the world, after all.
no worries! /is le slow
It's no secret to her or to him that both of them know exactly what she is. What she's becoming.
And thus, the mask returns, the indifference of solitude settling over him once again.
Regardless of how this changes things, he'll not show her how he feels. ]
Perhaps.
[ Not even the proxies, after all, are invulnerable to death. ]
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She suddenly feels very lost without Vincent. And she realizes that he must feel very displaced without him too. He is their only connection.
Re-l finds that she's lost some of her steam in this understanding, and she shakes her head once.]
There's no 'perhaps' about it. People have tried.
[And that's all she'll say about the few attempts on her life here. There's more important things to discuss, which is why she pulls out her handgun, the one with the FP shells in it. She releases the clip and holds it up for him to see and to not feel threatened by.]
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And so, he does not react, only looks when she holds out the shells. He knows what they are, recognizes them quite well, but he doesn't actually feel threatened. He knows she won't shoot, not here, not now, and even if she tried, he's old, he's experienced, and simply possessing the weapon that can destroy him in no way guarantees success.
No, he's not afraid. He would be a poor agent of death indeed if he feared the inevitable. He simply doesn't care for the responsibility -- to her, or any of the others.
He's had enough. ]
The worst is yet to come.
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She wishes the stars and moon were more visible. It'd make the atmosphere between them much less imposing, especially amidst to long bouts of silence.
Re-l looks at him once he speaks.]
For this world, you mean?
[That this world will continue to rot and decay, just as theirs did?]
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She looks at him, and after a moment, he finally looks at her. ]
For you.
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Rather, there's something wary in her eyes, something cautious and uncertain. And even with that uncertainty, there is still curiosity and her innate drive to know everything:]
How bad is it going to be?
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He can only guess how long she has until what humanity remains inevitably forsakes her entirely. ]
What peace is there for those who live outside of time?
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If she continues as a Proxy, one who can do nothing but live as others die around her, then what point is there?
She keeps her emotions hidden. Inside, she feel something twist.]
I suspect I'll have to make my own peace somehow.
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To be a proxy is suffering.
[ He says it without emotion or rancor. To him, it is a fact -- the terrible truth and nothing more. ]
If you can live with that knowledge and endure, perhaps you will find it.
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[Humans suffer just as much as Proxies and other immortals do. The only difference lies in the lengths of their life spans.
Even so, she understands what he's telling her at the very least.
So long as she can find a place to belong, someplace to call her own, and to exist without falling into despair, then maybe there's some hope yet. But until that day, this is all she has.]
I intend to, one way or another.
[The truth, as always.]