A deceased talk [Invite only]

[anderson]

Pulling back the sleeve of his coat, he looks at the reflective chrome metal underneath his watch, just to confirm things. The bird-like sigil, the purple-ish iris, the feeling coursing through him to which it invigorates him, in a way, something he never felt before. Supernatural. That eye he has seen before thousands of times in the form of Geass (Anderson names them Vitrus, means power in Latin since he has a different term for Geass) kids.

"It is as you wish it, Herr doktor. It as whatever you wish it," Philip smiles at the notion of this, so does that mean he isn't bound by such a cumbersome thing as fate? "I have my part of the contract, so I care little what you do with it." Perking up an eyebrow, Anderson himself has gotten curious now, he just signed away a contract without inspecting the terms... as he recalled. Power was something he craved, and it was too good not to let go of.

"And don't worry; I'll take good care of it. I always do. But please, be sure not to die before I eat it. After all, A soul is a terrible thing to waste." That cryptic message was followed by the departure of Hebe, his new Contractor. To which he caught sight of something that gripped his heart hard when he could've sworn he saw something in that button; his blue eye. It looked like it. It was blue like it. Gripping his right eye, pressing unto his closed eyelid just to make sure it's there, to which he saw some sort of paradox. Only then, his hand left his eye, falling to his side. Silent.

Perhaps it's best to follow along, whatever wisdom in that disjointed head of hers should at least keep Philip busy thinking about it, meanwhile, he pulls out his Red Berry phone as he caught up with Hebe. Mashing in the text back to Aden in the form of this: "Good, if you access your account 2 hrs from now, it'll show you your position in this organization."

Pressing 'send' unto his phone, he slid it back unto his leftmost doctor's coat's pocket with fingers dipping in, running along to Hebe, following her right by her tail unto the stairs. "I cheated death many times, Miss Vasilikis. I assure you, I won't die that easily." A bold statement was sounded behind the Immortal, speeding up the pace, now both of them on the same level of steps with the doctor keeping consistent in his follow up. What he said wasn't out of arrogance but out of experience and assurance on his own ability to live on no matter what the circumstances are.

"But I have a question, that 'button' in your hand... it's just as blue as my eye, why is that?" He asked more out of curiosity than anything else.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

She walked. The high from the serum of Aether was fading as epically as a battle in the minds of the dying and dead. It's over and done with and the contract of ages lies in her hand and burns through her palm like a star on the wrong side of the galaxy. It's sweet and sour and sits in her stomach as warm honey.

A scurry of footsteps down stones steps stop steps from continuing down to the city of dark light and dark purpose. He sidles beside her and talks calm as coolant, hands in pockets and nose in clouds. "I cheated death many times, Miss Vasilikis. I assure you, I won't die that easily."

She nods, because what is the fun if it's over before the consequences start? "Good to know. A waste of effort otherwise. I would have to hurt you very badly and I do not like wasting further effort to torment the dead."

A nonchalant glance and raise of a curious brow spells a deeper worry. How epic. "But I have a question, that 'button' in your hand... it's just as blue as my eye, why is that?" She looks at him straight on, walking down stairs with no eyes to guide the way around death by falls. How dull a concept, that.

"Oh? My button? Your button? What button? Shall we button a button to button a button?" She suspects that at this point she just likes to say 'button' but there are so many words that are so much more fun to say. Pudding for instance. Or vasectomy. Or taco. "I have what I have. There is no reason for you to care or be concerned with it. It was sold quite willingly and thus is mine for ever and eternity."

She paused in her walk and smiled kindly. "Or are you unfamiliar with the common concepts of selling a soul? I would think the stories tell it quite accurately, wouldn't you?" She held the pretty little black vessel up to her eye, covering the green, and winked the other one, so that he was looking into her button instead. She tapped it lightly and it flashed blue again.

She grinned, cocking her head carefully so the button still posed as her eye. "Ne, you will be careful? it won't taste good if you don't achieve full Geass." She tilted it away, showing the green. "A waste, you know?"

[anderson]

Pulsating sources of mystical energy courses through Anderson through some sort of an enthusiasm and a newer understanding of the Geass and the world with it. Nonetheless like every other things, it'll be taken for granted, it'll be cherished for now, but will be looked through in the future. Just like every other things Philip went through accordingly. The spiritual world to Anderson is nothing but another aspect of science he must uncover through any means necessary, as the means justify the end. Even if it meant dissecting an earlier Immortal whom he hath forgotten of.

"Good to know. A waste of effort otherwise. I would have to hurt you very badly and I do not like wasting further effort to torment the dead."

"Oh please, you have numerous contracts. Why need to concern yourself with what you'll do to me in my death?" Philip mused, it wasn't much to dilly-daddle over now he has gained some supernatural power that puts him above a billions of people, save for those just like him.

Following by Hebe closely as he descends down the stairs, to which he is reminded of Dante's Divina Commedia. He is Dante and she is Virgil, the guide. Save for the fact Virgil was never insane. "Oh? My button? Your button? What button? Shall we button a button to button a button? I have what I have. There is no reason for you to care or be concerned with it. It was sold quite willingly and thus is mine for ever and eternity."

"Nothing is eternal." Philip muttered under his breathe, continuing on his journey with her.

"Or are you unfamiliar with the common concepts of selling a soul? I would think the stories tell it quite accurately, wouldn't you? Watching as the button once more flashed blue, Philip blinked twice again. Attentive eyes dismissing what it saw.

"Oh yes, in fact I do. Sure, it would be quite wonderful to have for a while but then, in the end, the seller loses no matter what." He smirked, "I intend to break off that o'so unfashionable trend."

"Ne, you will be careful? it won't taste good if you don't achieve full Geass. A waste, you know?" Again with the riddles, they get quite bothersome when used too much. Too much salt is quite a terrible thing to add to one's dinner.

"Taste what?" He groaned, "Anyways, I know how a full Geass is gained. Since I know, I'll get it, one way or another."

Pulling back that smirk accompanied with another extension of his muscles to form a smile, both hands are at his back. He was confidant at this point, but also quite perceptive of what will happen. Best to consult the witch. Pausing for a few minutes to let that topic die off for now, with plans for later to use this Geass on a hapless practice... or victim.

"I say, those chaps at Area 11, the Black Knights are quite the violent bunch, aren't they?" He looked Hebe in the eyes, "And to think their leader, Zero, somehow came back from the grave, because I know for a fact, Emperor Lelouch is dead. So do tell me how he found life after death. I am quite curious about your opinion."

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

"Oh yes, in fact I do. Sure, it would be quite wonderful to have for a while but then, in the end, the seller loses no matter what." He smirked, "I intend to break off that o'so unfashionable trend." Hebe paused for a moment and blinked at him, eyes widened in - oh, my - surprise. Then she threw back her head and laughed. She laughed hard and loud and the sound echoed off into the black, ricocheting off walls and ceilings and stalactites to create a mess and mass of reverberating merriment. She winded down, actually wiping tears from her eyes, and giggled off into amused silence.

He had never sat down to read a tale of old demons in his life. He had no idea. They all said as he said, did as he did. Had heard of sellers past who regretted a devil's bargain and attempted to best the beast, alas to no avail and only making it worse. Stupid man. Let him think as he wished. Better men then him had lost their heads in games of will and smarts.

In renewed glee, she skipped forward, button slid into safety between her heart and her dress. It was snug and had nothing to fear there, no beat to bounce it away and no red lush to frighten it away. They could be temperamental like that.

"I say, those chaps at Area 11, the Black Knights are quite the violent bunch, aren't they?" Oh, he was talking again? What now? He had his contract, did he think a moment of intimacy would endear him to her? That was like asking a night's fling for breakfast and expecting them to cook; stupid, embarrassing and more then not resulting in burned toast.

"And to think their leader, Zero, somehow came back from the grave, because I know for a fact, Emperor Lelouch is dead. So do tell me how he found life after death. I am quite curious about your opinion." She rolled her eyes and looked at him. Was he really so dim? He was a braggart scientist; really, was it so hard to behave intelligently? Really?

"You, sir, are a dull blade in a bundle of scalpels. He is dead. Thus, he is a copy; a man donning a mask is not a man repeated, merely one assumed. Or, he is risen. I am not the be all-end all of the supernatural spectrum. You compared me to a vampire once. You were mistaken; Code bearers and the Night Children do not get along and they would risk the sun's wrath before admitting a similarity." She gave him a look that told him exactly what she thought of his mental capacities after asking that question. "I suggest you broaden your horizons and consider possibilities other then me or my brethren's involvement in resurrection. It is rarely done and never pretty."

[anderson]

"You, sir, are a dull blade in a bundle of scalpels. He is dead. Thus, he is a copy; a man donning a mask is not a man repeated, merely one assumed. Or, he is risen. I am not the be all-end all of the supernatural spectrum. You compared me to a vampire once. You were mistaken; Code bearers and the Night Children do not get along and they would risk the sun's wrath before admitting a similarity." Philip twinged at the harsh tone from the Immortal, continuing to keep his patience as she laments on with words seething with harshness.

"I suggest you broaden your horizons and consider possibilities other then me or my brethren's involvement in resurrection. It is rarely done and never pretty."

"Your powers of observation continues to serve you well, and I will keep your advice in mind." Philip says, biding by his time, as experience was his best teacher, best be polite to the Immortal lest he gets another chomp off his hand. Something until now he hasn't forgotten, and held a silent grudge over. Perhaps asking her opinion over things weren't the best of ideas.

"Anyways, I have a few things to attend to for now. We'll converse later." The doctor said, waving a departing gesture as he took a turn to leave off at the opposite direction. Holding more and more hatred for his new contractee. Taking his leave for now.

[EXIT]

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

He thanked her politely and wandered on his way, down the stone steps into the lost city of no return. Alas, he was so very, very dull; a blade of which was neglected and left to rust while all the other knives were happily polished to perfection. He was entirely too arrogant and stupid; he thought the world of himself and little of others besides what they could do for him.

But. This was neither here nor there. She had made a contract for the first time in more than a decade. Such a short time, but an interesting period. It was her duty as Code Keeper to look after her partner, to cherish and nourish him to his full potential before bestowing the gift of Aether Key upon him, allowing herself to fade in the release from her eternal walk.

Alas, again. She had no reason to do so, because he was, as was all her contracts, a fault in the system. She was the End, she was It, the Last Stop, the End of the Line. There was no obligation because there was no Key to find out there, somewhere. She was It and he was an extraneous piece in the scheme of the universe. There was no Code to give away. She was IT.

She smirked and waved him cheerily on his way. A pity he had not requested the boon from one of her siblings. He might have been an Incarnation for all she knew. But now. He was a mark in her line. He had nothing to look forward too. He. was. Doomed.

And she turned around. And walked away.

[EXIT]

[Aloysius Drebbel]

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Philip Augustus Anderson: (4962 Words, Normal RP) 506 Exp, 506 Credits [+10]
Hebe Ano Vasilikis: (4963 Words, Normal RP) 506 Exp, 506 Credits [+10]
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