Hebe Ano Vasilikis
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 9, 2009 0:00:32 GMT -5
The metal bends and she steps back; the great beast kneel before her and she imagines a queen knighting her favorite lord. Maybe. She realizes she's looking up and there is a thing opening and she knows what it is but everything is fuzzy but she knows the long wire dangling in front of her is for standing on. The world is spinning and she taps it to see if it will rock like a pendulum but its too heavy. Her feet find the small shelf and it jerk upward and she shrieks a laugh that penetrates the frosted glass in her head and suddenly she is in the air and hopping into a dark and sullen cave or glowing metal.
There he is, brother dearest, my baby brother. She goes to him and smiles dreamily at the glaze that is his face and cups it in her hands, lightly pressing her lips to his in greeting, because it's polite to greet family with a smile and not a knife, dear baby brother. it takes another moment before she realizes that he had spoken to her and she had ignored him. That's rude, she should learn not to do that. Her senses are behind glass and she doesn't register anything until after they've happened. She's holding his face and he's sitting in a small cramped chair and she's sitting on a shelf thing in front of him and it's bumpy so maybe its a control panel.
"Hello, hello. Stars say hello, my dear heart. Birds sing for this fortuitous meeting. I wander yonder and alas here we meet." She's not holding his face anymore and her fingers trace the ridges of her seat. Pretty flashing lights and buttons. A big screen behind her and she sees what the sky does when it looks down. Red red and rubble. She shakes a finger at him, then does it again because it's funny.
"Ne, baby brother, what brings such a thing? You like Eris, but she always has a plan. Is there a plan to be written out in fallen buildings here?"
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 9, 2009 0:45:40 GMT -5
She was out of sorts today. Gauron could tell that much by posture and movement. It was somewhat unsettling. Almost as unsettling as the sudden shriek that she loosed upon entering his Knightmare. He thumbed the switch to close the hatch and waited for it to lock in place before turning to her.
He was rewarded by her hands settling on his face shortly before her lips met his in greeting. Gauron had never understood Hebe. She was one of the few people the he just could not get. It was irritating. "Hello, hello. Stars say hello, my dear heart. Birds sing for this fortuitous meeting. I wander yonder and alas here we meet." With her special method of saying "hello" completed, she sat on a panel in the back of the cockpit. She was looking around in a daze.
"Is that so?" he replied. He didn't play her games often, but on the few occasions that he did, he tended to learn something. "Then it seems that the birds are being given more information than even I am." He turned away from her, focusing his attention on maneuvering the Knightmare through the newly-created rubble. Bodies, after all, had an unfortunate tendency of getting tangled in Landspinners.
He reached down and grabbed the cell phone, ready to tell Mana that he had to leave due to unforeseen circumstances, when he found the message she had sent him. He flipped it shut and dropped it into his bag before he sped out of the area. Soon enough, the Knightmare was hidden within a ruined building. She had asked him a question on the way, but his mind was focused on piloting and making sure they weren't followed.
"There was a plan, but it was changed. It seems the Black Knights are not as ready to play as they seem at first glance," he finally replied. At the very least, their reputation would be damaged by their inactivity. On top of that, the Elevens in the ghetto had been dealt yet another blow. Their despair was almost palpable. He opened the hatch once more, hoping the hint would reach through her seemingly confused state and allow them to speak face to face on the ground.
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Hebe Ano Vasilikis
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 11, 2009 21:35:57 GMT -5
She smiles blandly at the flashing lights, they were so very shiny, why were they shiny, a body could get blinded, that would be dangerous in such a machine because, yes, this was a machine, Knightmare nightmare, robot, they were still. She blinks and they were still. Metal head was bowed and legs were locked and dearest baby brother was standing in front of light that was not flashing and it was outside, he was outside and she was still inside, contemplating being a person inside of a person. She was looking at him and he was looking down and he was not there and she crawls to see him on the ground and she realizes.
Oh. Yes. Ride over, time to get out and let the next group in, mind your arms and legs at all times. She slides out, clings to the metal beast until her toes touches dirt and she was looking up again at her baby brother, dear sibling, he's so sweet, he needs a shave. Her dress is itchy and the dried blood on the inside of it flakes off and sprinkles on her feet. She wants a new one, but maybe later because her head is fuzzy and she can't think in straight lines right now. It sort of hurts.
She wonders fleetingly if making a pact is like this for all her brethren, all the time, because it always is for her and she knows that she really isn't equipped to be making them in the first place but it's just so much fun and as soon as the dizzy wears off it's fun and as soon as the spinny wears off and the fog wears off and was he always so big? He's bigger then her, but everyone's bigger than her, stupid tiny genes but tiny is cute and unthreatening and who wouldn't sacrifice their lives for a small, tiny, helpless little sweetheart with big eyes and deft hands. She had a poet once, back before they learned to make metal move on its own, who waxed on about her back and how it arched and liked to write his name on her thighs with a needle but he got boring and clingy and he's somewhere where it's dark and wet now.
Brother. Oh. Hi.
Thinking sort of hurts. She knew there was a reason she waited a decade plus before making another contract. Should it still hurt after so long? She's dizzy and still looking up and she might have fallen down and laying on her back now but she isn't sure and she's still looking up at her brother who is still looking at her and maybe she should say something.
"You need a shave." That works.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 11, 2009 21:58:10 GMT -5
Gauron sighed when she didn't seem to understand that he wanted out of the Glasgow. With a hidden roll of his eyes, he shouldered past and dropped to the ground. It was only about ten feet. He'd fallen further before. By the time he turned around, she had finally understood and was crawling down the side of the Knightmare. And she's supposed older than me... he thought incredulously.
She finally made her way to the ground. She was off balance. Unsteady. He had never seen her act this way. It almost sent a shiver up his spine. He watched as she stumbled around for a moment before collapsing unceremoniously to the ground. He crossed his arms and waited. When she finally lifted her head, she looked at him with dazed eyes. "You need a shave."
Gauron looked at Hebe with amused eyes. "Tch. We haven't seen each other for how long now? Ten, twenty years? And that's the first thing you say to me?" he said with a good deal of humor in his voice. "What the hell's wrong with you?" He didn't mean any disrespect. She had taught him long ago what happened when he made the mistake of insulting her. That had been humiliating and would not happen again.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 11, 2009 22:28:10 GMT -5
She is on the ground. Huh. He's talking again and she hears him through the fog.
"Tch. We haven't seen each other for how long now? Ten, twenty years? And that's the first thing you say to me?" A pause and he's laughing at her, she knows it. "What the hell's wrong with you?" She lowers her head and looks at the sky because it's what's up. He's insolent and something tickling her neurons says that she should do something, make him scream in the way that isn't pleasant but she can't focus her eyes and now she's starting to get a bit worried. She's getting old and maybe the chuckle she coaxed from her beloved Aether yesterday wasn't because she showed off again and made It love her all the more but because It was writing her punishment for simply not caring about anything. She thinks about that for a minute and a warm feeling slips into her veins, like a hug or a bath, and all is well because It is proud of her, silly little girl, It's precious, dearest, di-vine daughter of destruction and delight and how could she think It would hate her, even for a drop of a second, because It loves her so. She is a Final and as such should not be playing Code-giver, so she is suffering her own arrogance. It will pass and she will laugh it off and Aether will whisper lovely things to do to him as her new partner, like eat him up and watch him dig his own grave with needles and surgeon's knives.
Huh. That was almost logical. She must be recovering and her dear brother is looking a her and he must be so worried about her, his big sister all dirty on the ground and she should console him that all is well with the world and the World and she will be fine once she figures out how to tell her legs that they should be upright.
"I am loved. I am the First Daughter. I am waiting for the other Four and hungover from passing the time." She smiles at him and all is well and the fog is thick and she's still dizzy but it's actually quite nice down here, why don't people lay down more, it's quite cathartic, all would be well in the world if everyone took a dirt nap and she laughs in her head and maybe out loud too because she made a pun and it was funny and really, quite true too because she has a tendency of making people take dirt naps anyway.
He hummed in her head and she remembered why she touched him in the beginning. "You made a meat puppet. I smell it on you, all nice and ripe and full of vengeance. What did you give and what did you get?"
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 11, 2009 22:58:20 GMT -5
Gauron expected a harsh remark in response to his question. Instead, she disappointed him with laying on the ground. She seemed quite content. He chose against pushing his luck. Hebe had been around for a long time and knew enough secrets about the worlds that she could have him screaming in pain in a moment and make it feel like an eternity. Wanton carelessness would not do.
Hebe laid her head down before telling him some nonsense about being loved and waiting for "the other Four" - whom he could only assume were other Immortals - before finally answering his question. "Hungover?" he asked uncertainly. Gauron had never been drunk himself, but had seen plenty of people that were feeling the negative side effects the following day. None of them had acted this way.
He shrugged it off and walked to her side with his hands in his pockets while she spoke of his newly-formed Contract. He smiled at her question. "I gave a Contract, of course. In her hands, though, it's something special. It brings people to the brink of madness and pushes them right over the edge. Truly a sight to behold. And in return, I got a promise. My young artist's half of the deal is that she will continue her spree of destruction and make my ideal world." He was taking a risk by placing himself close to her so soon after half-insulting her, but it was better to chance retribution now when he wasn't on a mission rather than at some later, and likely more inconvenient, date. Even so, he hoped she would forgive him.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 11, 2009 23:54:29 GMT -5
He was very strange looking at this angle, all leg and small of head. Tiny little head with sticky-uppity hair and in need of a shave. She wishes to poke him in a place that will make him shriek very high-pitched but as she is horizontal, that might be difficult. And boring. And he's closer, when did that happen, he's standing over her and she thinks about ants and the squashing of them and she sees herself as an ant and baby brother's big ol' shoe coming down, and that's not very nice, is it, getting stepped on, but he's just looking at her and he has this look on his face that people seem to get a lot when she first meets them and can't be bothered to censer herself to make sense. Which is stupid because she always makes sense, not her fault that everyone else is stupid and can't understand her, she's eloquent, and refined and speaks the language that tells no lies or all lies, it depends on what you think.
He's talking again, and really, she should learn to stop this replay-necessary routine, because she has to pause and second guess everything and that's just dumb. And dumb. He's talking and she's not listening. "I gave a Contract, of course." Knew that! "In her hands, though, it's something special. It brings people to the brink of madness and pushes them right over the edge. Truly a sight to behold. And in return, I got a promise. My young artist's half of the deal is that she will continue her spree of destruction and make my ideal world." And she smiles, slow and sweet because, oh, it sounds lovely, she remembers why she didn't break his neck way back when, because he had the most luscious envisionment and such a wonderful thing to give to a person, such a wonderful person to breed such a Geass. Luck be a Lady with eyes like bruises and a smile like fire-rage. Sounds so sweet, she has to see for herself, and she wishes so bad that it had been her, to be suffering a sensory deprivation for a talent like that instead of a scrooge of a man with eyes like ice, one missing now, hidden in her heart where ever that was. He might be lying but such a glorious lie to tell.
She can sever him later if he is.
She lifts her head and murmurs a hum in tune with the hum she hears from him in her head, the hum of his contract. Sounds like a ping from a knife, and she wonders why everyone carries a knife these day, not that she's prejudice, mind, but a little variety would be lovely. "Want to see her. See madness like a storybook fall from her face and leaf through pages of well used cliffs. Pretty please with pistachios on top, bitty baby brother."
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 12, 2009 0:21:30 GMT -5
Hebe made several strange faces while he spoke, but finally settled on a wish to meet Mana. At least, that's what Gauron gathered from it. Untangling her riddles was always a chore. He was unsure of what to do. Taking Hebe to meet his Contractee could be interesting, but it could also end poorly. Mana had, after all, just begun a transformation of sorts. He couldn't tell what was going on inside her mind even with their Connection. Perhaps a Direct Connection would give a clearer image.
"I'm sure you'll see her soon enough. Her works tend to attract a lot of attention. Clovis Land, the mall in the Settlement, here; she orchestrated them all. And rather wonderfully, I might add," he said calmly. If she pressed the issue, he would likely have no choice in the matter, but he couldn't be blamed for trying.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 12, 2009 0:40:47 GMT -5
"I'm sure you'll see her soon enough. Her works tend to attract a lot of attention. Clovis Land, the mall in the Settlement, here; she orchestrated them all. And rather wonderfully, I might add." Oh, oh oh, such works of art. Such loving care and devotion to be put into projects of large scale and size. Pretty baby girl was precious already, making daddy proud, baby brother should be proud, sounded proud, should be proud, making places go boom all on her own. Although, she's a little put out, Clovisland was fun, fun in a ton, fun in a bucket, so many rides to ride and high places to climb up, the rush, the whoosh, the whee, so many people, so many foods, so many lovely men with young tastes to prey on, filthy perverts, at least the blast and the dead would hide the pit with the bones behind the Wonder Wheel.
Want to see her. Want so bad, want it, she sounds lovely, but there's a rule, isn't there, about meeting a sibling's partner? Maybe, but she made all of them up one day for kicks and she can't remember them anyway with her head all full of cotton and fluff and really, the only one that matters is 'don't slight a sibling' because family is all you got, even if they change every decade or so when holding a Code gets old, and then they don't matter anymore, all soft and weak and human. So boring and really, being a meatbag is less then noble after being di-vine, so they should die nice and quick, all polite like that.
Except for the Robed Man, 2000 years ago, with the soft blonde hair and false-kind eyes. He's two millennia gone but if he weren't, she would hunt him down and kill him slowly over years and years, she knows how to do that too, learned, always something new to learn, like how putting mirrors in front of a body while cutting pieces off makes them scream louder 'cause then they have to watch.
She thinks about that for a minute and feels all sated and bloody and limber and wants so very bad to see Gauron's baby girl. "Soon is too far. Want to see her, an audience with the musician."
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 12, 2009 11:59:51 GMT -5
"Soon is too far. Want to see her, an audience with the musician." She was being persistent. Gauron doubted that denying her wish a second time would be wise in any sense of the word.
With a shrug, he said "fine. I'll set up a meeting. In the meantime, you need to get straightened out." It wouldn't do to have Mana meet Hebe now. There were too many unknown factors at play. He started to walk back to the Knightmare. "Will you be coming with me or staying here?" Either way, the Glasgow had taken part in its final mission and would soon be little more than a crater and some scattered pieces. Self-destruct mechanisms are so nice,[/i] he thought as he approached the machine.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 13, 2009 0:06:29 GMT -5
"Fine. I'll set up a meeting. In the meantime, you need to get straightened out." Straightened out, ironed, flat and shiny smooth like a shirt in a store all, neat and pressed and lovely, mannequin chic, pretty men with plastic pricks, but mouths molded shut so all is forgiven. Straight and narrow, all the more lovely to see the wondrous wonder of the Clovisland massacre. She thought about being straight and out and laughed and wriggled then the fog parted and she frowned. There was nothing wrong, nothing to be ironed away like a miscellaneous wrinkle! She was dizzy and fuzzy and fluffy and trapped behind a pane of frosted glass but she was excellent! Evil baby brother, she was fine and dandy and all the more divine for it.
"Will you be coming with me or staying here?" She watched him walk by to his monster of metal, a nightmare Knightmare, and grabbed his ankle, all thick and male and meaty. Thick and male and so very pompous, so very very coy and cruel and she wanted to see her wanted to be her wanted to have her who's her it her she when and fog was thick and red and her hand on his leg was metal and clawed and angry and fabric is tearing and she's not in the dirt anymore she's up and over and hanging from his neck and grasping and holding and whispering and there is a voice echoing in her head that may be his or hers or Aether's and maybe it's a memory or a memory of five seconds ago being relived as she catches up like she has all day and she wants to go NOW.
"Now. There is nothing to iron, no plastic doll to encounter. I want her I want her I want to see this bumbling baby bumpkin that enamors you so, now now now." And her arms are around his neck and she is on his back and there is fire and smoke and a flurry of shredded metal and the nightmare Knightmare is a heap on the ground and when did that happen, but she is so very tired and maybe he can take care of her for a little while and she can meet his baby when she wakes up and sorry baby brother, for scaring, so sorry, bad sister, gonna hang here for a while, okay? Okay, sleep now, tired, head hurts and thinking hurts and angry hurts and fire and smoke and brimstone reminds her a place she visited once that she can't remember well and got pulled out of, goes there every time someone else gets in a lucky shot, doesn't matter, she's Immortal but it takes a while to be up and at 'em again, and there's fire and dark and dark dark dark and thats why she avoids dying when she can cause the dark is where the dead lie and eat her like she ate them when she was so very very hunger once upon a time before her stomach ate itself and she learned to live without it and she's so very tired and hanging from her brother's back and its so big and large and warm and it's okay to lie here, just for a minute or two or ten and when she wakes up, she can meet his baby and all will be well and the bad thoughts that aren't thoughts that hurt will go away and away and away and good baby brother taking care of his sister. Sleepy sleepy sleep.
And she sleeps and hangs from his back and the smoke rushes on.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 13, 2009 0:58:13 GMT -5
As Gauron was walking towards the Knightmare, Hebe's hand shot forward and latched onto his ankle. He considered dragging her like that. It didn't sound like a too terrible idea, but it would be rude and she didn't appreciate rudeness. With a muted growl, he lifted her up to his back.
The ride up the boarding cable was awkward with her added weight throwing his balance off, but he managed. As he was keying in the self destruct sequence, she lurched forward. "Now. There is nothing to iron, no plastic doll to encounter. I want her I want her I want to see this bumbling baby bumpkin that enamors you so, now now now," she said. He was less concerned with her riddles than the present situation, though. The planned five minute timer turned into a five second timer.
It was hardly enough time for him to turn around and get any distance between the pair and the exploding Glasgow. There was a bright flash of light accompanied by heat and searing pain. The pair was thrown by the force of the explosion. Luckily for Gauron, the girl on his back absorbed most of the damage and he awoke after only a few minutes of unconsciousness.
Gauron rose shakily to his feet, dirt and debris falling off of him. With a series of none-to-pleasant grumbles, he stumbled to where Hebe lay writhing on the ground. He picked her up and put her on his back again. It would be a long walk back to his new apartment in the Tokyo Settlement. Even longer considering the extra weight and attention that they would gain by being so visibly injured.
All the same, it was the best option. Much better than leaving her here to be found by some random passerby. When they arrived at his room, he would take care of her as much as needed. Until then... well, the walk would be unpleasant to say the least.
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Post by Sylvana Li Britannia on Dec 16, 2009 1:09:29 GMT -5
Topic Complete!
Mana I. Monblanc: (1471 Words, Normal RP) 147 Exp, 147 Credits Josef "Gauron" Totschläger: (3249 Words, Normal RP) 325 Exp, 325 Credits Hebe Ano Vasilikis: (3442 Words, Normal RP) 344 Exp, 344 Credits
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