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demonicbeauty) wrote2021-09-04 05:01 pm
demonicbeauty) wrote2021-09-04 05:01 pm
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State your business with Ariadne...
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[He might glance around slightly; he's aware of the change about him, but won't call attention to it unless she asks.]
The same portal which brought these plants also let through something dire. First a few zombies came through, which were trouble enough. But something larger and more aggressive followed them. It tried to attack a young man who'd followed me from our world of origin and arrived here some months ago: I had to haul him onto a roof out of its way. But that left the creature still roaming about Lumenwood, attacking anyone who got in its way.
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Well, I'm glad you saved him!
But what happened?
[Because, clearly, there's more. And it's way more important than what little she knows of Renado, anyway.]
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((OOC: The event is still unfolding, but there's been some plotting going on.))
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[Her face crumples with deep, genuine concern.]
I'm so sorry. I...well, I know how strange this sounds but...I hope they come back.
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[A pause, weighing the information he's considering.]
The truth of the matter is, I was one of those who shaped the Tyrant and made it what it was. Our aim was to make wars harder to fight, to leave nations and their leaders thinking twice of starting them in the first place, if they knew another realm had Tyrants among their warriors. We have enough hardships in this place. We didn't need any more.
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Ariadne is quiet for a moment. Before delicately clearing her throat.]
And now that you've been a target of your Tyrant, do you regret creating it?
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I don't regret creating it, but I do regret that it couldn't have been perfected to avoid attacking non-combatants or those not armed with typical weapons.
For that matter, given what I became after my infection, I'm not much different from a Tyrant. I'm exceptionally strong and hard to kill; however, I retained my personality and intellect and my looks. [Maybe a tiny smirk at that last item on the list.]
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She'll work on it.]
I would never call you a Tyrant, Albert.
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I had a sense you wouldn't. Hence... why I admitted as much as I have. [It goes without saying that it does not come easy for him.]
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Which is probably what gives her the certainty to simply ask:]
What happened to your eyes?
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[This is not easy for him to say, but it seems a time for that kind of conversation.]
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I think I like the red better.
Red is my favorite color.
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You're the first to say that to me in all sincerity. It's... a bit hard to take in.
[He's accustomed to being the monster, being the one causing fear, and enjoying the sight of that fear in another's eyes... but someone saying they prefer his eyes as they had become...]
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I meant nothing by it. I don't have an agenda or anything.
...I'm sorry if it seemed that way.
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But you're not most people.
[He's still not sure what she is to him. But he knows his heart is yearning toward her, though he suspects it may not be in the cards for them.]
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[A lesson almost everyone in Trench could stand to learn, but she's not the teaching sort.]
Thank you again for the plant. I promise to give it a place of honor in the garden. You can come and visit it. Maybe talk to it a little.
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Kindness such as yours deserved a kindness in return. I know it shall be in good hands.
I promise not to be a stranger, either to your grove or its keeper.
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[And she gives him a delighted, little smile.]
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