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Post by Emet-Selch on Jun 30, 2022 11:22:11 GMT -6
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That they could not find others that looked like them was of no surprise. Until this moment, Hades had thought that Tonberries could only be found on Etheirys after only a certain point of history, considering the origin of those Tonberries. But this being's complete soul changed that. Hades thought for a moment, the realization striking him. "Now that you mention it," Of course, why had it not occurred to him? If Tonberries could be found on other stars, then perhaps were they to be pulled here, they might form something for themselves. "I have heard there is a colony of Tonberries beneath the city." Supposedly they were running a colosseum, but that was ridiculous. Even with the possibility of other stars hosting Tonberries, such a specific purpose, though fitting at first sound, would not hold up under further scrutiny, surely. Nevertheless, perhaps it would make an entertaining diversion for the day. Perhaps even Cassandra would be willing to go along. Adventure, and all that.
The Tonberry stated, in their own way, that they had to get back to work, and it seemed that the owner may have been rather impatient about it. Well, the truth was, yes, there were questions that he still wished to ask. But there was nothing so burning that he would risk the Tonberry getting into trouble with the owner of the establishment. "I do, but I shan't keep you from your work." Hades had to confess though, he was a bit mystified by the fact that the woman would willingly employ a Tonberry, even if only for the night. While he himself had no issue, he knew how most of this world, particularly Sonora, took to any outlander, especially a non human. Most might find them unnerving. Perhaps she had the heart to see past such shallow trifles, or perhaps she was truly desperate, either way was not his business.
Nevertheless, he wouldn't be one to keep the Tonberry waiting. Taking another sip of his drink, he allowed the flavor to pass on his tongue and through as his golden eyes once again concentrated on the little green being. "By all means, go do what you must. I imagine I will still be here by the time you have another moment." He wasn't one to simply tear through his meal like a certain incorrigible being that he would not name. No, Hades was able to sit back and let time flow. Maybe even take a small nap, if such wouldn't cause a ruckus with the owner. Though he imagined she might push him to order more coffee or something. Fascinating. Truly.
Post by Emet-Selch on May 31, 2022 13:14:11 GMT -6
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And finally, he had what he came for. Though admittedly, the one who brought it to him was enough to make him quirk a brow in curiosity. A Tonberry. At least that was what they were called, now. Few knew that they were plagued Lalafells, marked by the Green Death. At least, that was what they were in his world. He had noticed some... coincidences, since coming here. Hades narrowed his gaze, taking note of the Tonberry's colors and the nature of their soul. No, it was whole. Definitely not from Etheirys. None but he and two others had escaped the Sundering, and the rancor that gave birth to the Tonberries came far too long after. This was definitely a Tonberry though. Had the plague spread to other stars? Hades admitted he didn't like the thought, but he realized he was over-analyzing and simply let the sight fade.
The small cannon, the handgun. He'd been watched since even then, had he? Peculiar, Hades doubted he stood out that much. Taking a sip of his drink--delightful--he decided, he simply allowed the small green one to continue on. Plenty of wonders indeed, though not by his standards. It most definitely was not Amaurot. Not that any city in this feeble world could measure to its splendour. Taking another sip, and fighting the small smile it threatened to bring to his face, he looked down, his golden orbs casting a look of serenity. "I suppose it would, my green little friend. Thank you." It was a simple observation, but it depended on person to person, as he lowered the cup to the table and remained silent for just a moment. "'Tis rare to see one of your kind, however." He had a feeling he was far from the first to make such an observation. He also doubted that he would be the last, either.
Crossing one leg over the other, he continued to observe the Tonberry, beginning to cut away a piece of egg and meat. Certainly it would be a delight, much like the drink. He would just refrain from allowing it to show. One must always show some manner of dignity, after all. Still, the Tonberry was curious. The idea of one simply talking and being, well, civil, wasn't that off to him. There were those in Nym who managed to retain their sense of self amidst the Green Death, after all. "Still, I can't help but wonder how a Tonberry came to be working in an establishment such as this." Perhaps it made sense; kitchen knives and all that. But it seemed like such an odd connection that he couldn't help but poke. But then he'd be one of the cooks, would he not? Why was he--ah, the location, of course.
Post by Emet-Selch on Apr 30, 2022 21:16:04 GMT -6
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The sounds of his revolver firing were one of the only ones in the range. Late at night, he had decided to show up, and effectively had the place to himself. Placing on some earmuffs, not that it mattered, he held out the long barreled revolver and fired at a target. Again, and again. In truth, he wasn't really one to visit a place like this. But it wasn't like he had much else to do. Cassandra had made herself at home, alright, and to her credit, she really did her part as well, a roommate. He had almost expected piled up dishes or lights left on or... but no, none of that had happened. She was, by all accounts, a model roomie, one that Alexander, and his original incarnation, could have learned a thing or two from. As Hades lowered his revolver, he paid the staff on the graveyard shift and took his leave.
His next stop had been a play. This one had been rather dull. But it was something to do. When it had finished, he had stepped out into the brisk air and found himself coming to a realization; he was becoming bored. The day in, the day out, with nothing happening. It almost made him wish to nap for a century or two, and see what the world was like when he next awoke. But then would he still be here? Or would whatever force controlled this world have ejected him. He supposed that anything would work. But it was at this moment that he found himself stopping on the sidewalk, watching his breath in the air, as a realization occurred to him. "I suppose he has influenced me more than I care to admit." Oh, he'd always taken on some traits of Hythlodaeus after the Sundering, a way to keep his memory alive. What was surprising was that it was clear that Atlas was starting to influence him as well. A way to cope with his departure, with the fact that he'd managed to reincarnate into that little rage goblin currently running amok?
Perhaps other factors were simply making him more wistful for days gone by, when he would be dragged along kicking and screaming on whatever harebrained scheme the Traveler had going. And for once, he trusted the Traveler's instincts, simply letting his feet move. Within a few moments, he found himself at a small diner, surprised to find it open at this hour. Stepping inside, he briefly gave his order; hashbrowns, with some eggs on top, nothing too fancy. And waited, looking out the window as one flake began to fall, followed by another. His golden eyes narrowed, realizing that apparently bad influences could extend far beyond any reasonable timeframe.
Post by Emet-Selch on Mar 29, 2022 20:06:47 GMT -6
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All the identities. Yes. A thousand thousand lives. He remembered them all. Even the things he should not have remembered. Hythlodaeus and Venat were likely having a good chuckle about the affair. Venat had escaped the blast, and Hythlodaeus had been right all along. With the effects of Kairos no longer bearing any control on him with his, albeit temporary, demise, the memories of Elpis had been returned to him. He wondered then, what had become of Etheirys. Had it finally been destroyed by the Final Days? No, not likely, Cassandra might have said something if it had, lest she had no memory of it or had been whisked from a time before the end. A part of him mourned at the possibility that everything that had been done had come to nothing, but there was nothing more that he could personally do.
At her question, Hades stayed quiet for a moment, closing his eyes as he exhaled softly before he tacitly admitted. "Perhaps you do, but not for you." The girl, despite her desire to avoid the spotlight, had joined the one group that seemed completely intent on thrusting itself into it. He had never given Zenos Cassandra's name, nor had he given him Alexander's. Though, if he remembered it correctly, he had in fact, offered to give Zenos Alexander's name. There was no need to tell her that, though. Best not give Cassandra any reason to mistrust him. Although that seemed less and less of a worry, considering she was asking to stay under his roof. He wondered if she would truly be it or if he really should be on the lookout for anymore vagabonds hoping to stay in his abode.
"I gave him only one name; Caius Dragelion. Being an up and coming hero, such a thing was like to attract his attention. The other I could only give a description. A silver haired warrior that was partially responsible for Alexander's issues in Provo. That, however, was six months ago, and like I said, I have not seen him since. It is my belief that whatever controls this world, has simply removed him." What use would this place have for such a simple minded beast like him? Of course Zenos would find no sanctuary here. This world may have been a paradise to him, but if it brought those it could only use, then it would find nothing of value in the boy. "By all means, keep one eye open, but if he were here with such information, he would have acted on it by now." At least there was some security in that.
"Besides, even were he still here, I imagine you could simply point him towards Alexander and let that work itself out. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to deal with Zenos again." Not emotionally, but he knew Alexander well enough he'd drop everything to take care of Zenos unless something far more dire came up.
Post by Emet-Selch on Jan 19, 2022 23:42:35 GMT -6
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Hades scoffed at the remark. "I can indeed blame him. I did tell him I had no hand in it, nor had I ever lied to him." Even Cassandra had admitted herself that despite everything, he never once lied to her. If he had told the Exarch that he had no hand in the murder, then it should be taken that he had no hand in the murder! He crossed his arms, crossing one leg over the other. "The worst I did was trade barbs with some red haired buffoon all too easy to anger." He wondered what that man in the red coat was doing now, if he even yet lived. Someone like him, it'd really only take the wrong comment from someone far out of his league to do him in. "But your advice is noted. Should you ever return here to find the office in tatters, you can safely assume 'twas Alexander." He hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Repairing it would be effort he'd rather not put in.
Uncrossing his arms to tap his fingers against the desk in a rhythm, he did speak up about his tastes. "As for your inquiry regarding my tastes, you are somewhat correct. Pomegranates are, however, a particular favorite. Oh, and I prefer my coffee black. Other than that, I don't think I could be too picky. Over the countless years I've had to... become acquainted with rather unique cuisines." Sweets wasn't really to his liking. More the likings of Hythlodaeus or Atlas. Oh, after he had lost them, he'd taken to sweets as a way of keeping their memory alive, but it was never something that he himself preferred. As for Pomegranates. Well, that was something he felt was best kept to himself. The past was not for others to dwell on, but a realm of safety and love for him and him alone. But he'd be lying if he said that the cooks of the current day...
Should he tell her...? He supposed he should, just to be safe, at least. "I should give you fair warning; I have encountered Zenos in this world. Though I doubt it'll be of any concern. He appeared, asked me for the names of interesting people in this world, and simply vanished. I've yet to see him since." He doubted anything would come of it, not after this long. And if so, it might give him something to do in the meantime. He just hoped the man didn't cause too much trouble for him. He'd rather not have Dragelion's demise laid at his feet. At least, not entirely so.
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He paused for a moment, taking in the response and the smile. Hades could almost hear the soft keys of the piano in his head, playing that ever familiar tune. He shook his head a moment later. What was, can no longer be. He returned to the present, only in that he gave a sardonic laugh at her compliment. "If you find the face of Solus zos Galvus lovely, well, I shan't say the remainder." Solus had, by all accounts, been a perfectly average individual who just so happened to be utterly brilliant in some aspects. And, aside from some minor things like an assassination attempt from a reaper, he'd made it a point to never break the mold. Still, his actual appearance was, by all accounts, much prettier. At least he felt so. Though he'd always been told his lines had doubled by Hythlodaeus every time the two met up.
Still, the offer of food was indeed a tempting one, he would admit. Her cooking, had, well, he supposed it was passable, if Alexander and his nagging, demanding ways could be satisfied, well she couldn't be so bad at it. Nevertheless, "My palate is rather... picky, Cassandra. One would not think so, given how long I have played the part of mortal, but well," Thoughts of Allag and Garlemald came to him, and even his time in the Convocation. "Always have I played the role of royalty or villain. It's been a rather long time since I've eaten something simple." Even evil overlords that were meant to be struck down by the up and coming warriors of light often tended to splurge on their own appetites. Thoughts of his time with Azem and Hythlodaeus and Persephone bubbled to the surface, and he couldn't help but snort a little.
Hades! You have got to try these berries I found!
Those are poisonous, Atlas.
Ah. Oh, dear.
Perhaps the poisoning was just something that also followed them throughout the ages. Still, knowing that Cassandra had run into the Exarch was something worth tucking away in his mind. In case the Exarch decided to take matters into his own hand. "The Exarch? Yes, I am aware he's here. I met him at a dinner party. The host was murdered and his mansion burned to the ground. He seems to think I had some hand in it." He sighed, shrugging. "Simply killing the problem was more the domain of Nabriales--and Venat and Azem before him." When he had learned that Nabriales had been fool enough to directly attack the Scions and perished for it, he wasn't surprised, much less despondent over the loss.
Post by Emet-Selch on Oct 14, 2021 19:49:28 GMT -6
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And then came Caius's comeback. By all accounts it would have enraged many. It was expected, after all, considering that it was a good comeback, despite Emet's own expectations. He stood there in silence, waiting for it to finish before he kept that ever smug smirk on his face. There was a low chuckle as he shrugged and shook his head. "Ahaaaa! You do have a sense of humour!" Well at least he was able to take these sorts of things in stride. "The most I thought I would get out of you is a grunt and a gunshot." Part of him was wondering though, just how many of Caius's buttons he could press before he wound up on the receiving end of that gunblade. Perhaps he should warn him of Zenos? No need. Too easy, and he was sure the Doman would, sooner or later. Ah well, his great grandson had asked for interesting prey, and well, at the time, Caius was one of the names going around.
He was sure it'd all work out.
But the barrages continued as it seemed that Lady Hilda would make her own issues known. He turned to face her, as was polite. He understood her complaint at least. Yes, perhaps he had smeared her honor or somesuch. The political court had always been such a bother. Perhaps he would have been challenged to a duel by her husband, were she married and he around. Though he felt that there was a story there. "Ah, was her lady denied a collection when she was younger? A pity, if so. I think you would have made for a natural botanist." It was an honest assessment; he'd been allowed several collections vegetable, animal, and mineral. But he placed a hand to his chest and bowed. "Nevertheless, I see your point and I have clearly misstepped. Please accept my apologies, it won't happen again." He could find ways to trade barbs without going there regarding Hilda. To overly rely on one method was, well, in this context, boring. But it did have its uses.
Just shooting them never really stopped being useful.
That being said, it appeared his apology fell on deaf ears, as she took the map and left the three of them. He let out a sigh. "I see our mediator has chosen to depart." On the flip side, if things did go south, it was two on one. And well, without a dedicated mage, Emet-Selch felt even better about his odds than he did before. "Excellent work, Dragelion. I do hope you're proud of yourself." He remarked glibly. Proud of what? He'd let Caius work that out himself. He looked to the Doman, who seemed to be getting impatient. They were now short a map and a mage, and Emet-Selch motioned back to the machine. "Well? Aren't you going to fetch another map?" If he wished to move, then he'd best move. "Though I'm glad Doma seems to be learning from its mistakes, since a certain collection gave birth to our dear Viceroy Brutus." Oh, he'd known of Yotsuyu's childhood since she was made Viceroy. He had to. Perhaps her methods were unnecessarily brutish, but the girl was clearly lashing out at those who made her.
Post by Emet-Selch on Sept 29, 2021 20:13:08 GMT -6
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He was so pleased that she at least understood the need to keep things quiet from Alexander. However, there was a part of him that simply couldn't resist. That incessant need to provoke and sometimes play the Devil's Advocate. It was one of the few things he was good at. Well, no, he was quite good at a lot of things, but still. "Trading one master for another, then? One shaddow for another?" That's all it was to him, really. She claimed to walk her own path but then immediately cast herself into another's shadow. "The Dragonblades. Well, I suppose that makes sense. I believe you'll come to regret that, though. If obscurity is what you're yearning for, you'll not find it there. Their leader's made himself so well known that they may as well be an official arm of Torensten. And with such a pretty little thing like you, well, you'll stand out." Was it simply a desire to get away from Alexander that spurred her forward? He didn't see how this worked out in the long run.
Still, she made a valid offer of what to do around the place, and, well, his lips didn't move. The simple reality was that for someone like him, he really didn't need food. It was a simple pleasure he could indulge, but he simply needed aether to survive, and even then could go long periods without it. His eyes narrowed in contemplation, golden eyes staring hard at her in consideration. "A good meal does sound lovely. In truth if need be I can go out for food or even conjure it myself, but... there's no real substitute for a home cooked meal." Did Alexander know how to cook? The original incarnation could to an extent, something for survival. It was a skill that tended to carry over, but most of the incarnations didn't have a famous chef like Cassandra on hand.
Of course, going back to the idea of Alexander, he wasn't sure if it was just him he needed to keep an eye out for. Just because they knew how the Warrior of Light would react, didn't mean that others weren't accounted for. How many from their world had been brought here? Was there a chance he could see the others? He'd seen Venat, perhaps he'd have similar luck and run into Elidibus. "Are there other necessities I should be aware of? Others with the potential of showing up at my doorstep?" Or did he have to keep a look out for others who might simply leave Alexander to his own fate and designs and leave for greener pastures?
Post by Emet-Selch on Aug 30, 2021 20:45:05 GMT -6
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There was good news there, at least. Namely, Cassandra wouldn't be laughed at, so that was a plus. Rather, instead, she would get something slightly better. Maybe. Considering just how annoying it could have been to see. He lowered his hands, resting them against the black leather that covered the wood of his desk. A single edge of his lips curled upwards in a smirk as he gave her what was probably best described as a patronizing gaze. Then again, patronizing was how he looked at everyone, so at least it was nothing personal. "Goodness, you are walking your own path if that is your desire." Stay with him? She must have been quite desperate to be resorting to that, regardless of how much she apparently trusted him.
Still, he had no reason to deny her. Not like there was anything on this world, that he knew of, that could put him down for good, so even if she did turn on him, there was nothing she could really do to kill him. So, rather than give her more grief than he already had, he raised a gloved hand to his chest, the tips of his fingers ghosting the fabric of his shirt. "I'm touched, truly." He meant it, though there was that glib snark lacing it. "Very well, I see no reason you can't stay here. Just don't tell our mutual friend of the arrangement." Alexander learning that Emet-Selch was alive and well would have been bad enough, to find out that she had left to go stay with him would have likely pushed him over the edge.
Though that would have been funny to see.
Leaning to the side, he laid his head against a balled up fist. "To be honest, it's surprising you've stayed with him for as long as you have." Perhaps it was circumstance. Not that she would have any issues finding employment; she was talented in her own right. Perhaps it was out of loyalty or nostalgia that she stayed behind. "Now, while I won't push on things like rent, I do hope you've a plan other than lounging about under my roof all day?" It was more the principle of the matter than anything. While money was of no issue to the Architect, he didn't really like the idea of having a pretty freeloader doing nothing under his roof. If she was going to stay there, she had to do something, at least.
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There was a soft tsk tsk from Hades at G'raha's rebuttal. "I only need a new trick when the old one stops working." After all, if it continued to give you the same results, why go through all the effort to come up with something new and grand? Why display your mighty magical powers when shooting someone in the back had worked so many times before? Anything more than that was just wasted energy that could be put to better use. Like sleeping. Instead, he began to scour the books, a dark portal appearing and spiriting away any that caught his eye. After all, the man was dead, what further use would he have of this knowledge? Hades craned his neck, staring at the Exarch as he went about his work. "But clearly then, I merely imagined your magic. The staff an illusion, the sword and shield a glamour, and I am quite sure that I did not feel seven other combatants assaulting me alongside our mutual friend that you most certainly did not summon. You have only ever been a witty archer away from the Tower, nothing more. I obviously overestimated the students of Baldesion and Emmerololth." His remark dripped with sarcasm as he sighed. "As for your other question, my dear Exarch; there are no ghosts in this manor that I know of." Surely a water spell wasn't too much to ask for? And, well, this place wasn't haunted.
As far as he knew.
Turning away from the books, he folded his hands behind him, before throwing them up in a lackadaisical shrug. "Regardless, my goal is to obtain any information that would help me understand the workings of this world. But why should I be the one to play the hero? That's not my role, now is it? Always the scheming villain, existing to cause chaos and mayhem, a stepping stone for a true hero, am I not? I'm surprised you didn't accuse me of starting the fire." Which, well, he didn't start it. He may have antagonized someone into starting it, but he wasn't the one to cast the spell.
Not that it mattered, he was quite content to simply listen to G'raha wax poetic about the Warrior of Light. Lovestruck doesn't even begin to describe it. He couldn't help but think to himself. Still, there was one small bit of wording in G'raha's gushing that stuck with him, and he cradled his chin between his fingers for a moment, mumbling softly to himself. "Keeper of the Moon..." Now that was most certainly not Alexander or Cassandra then. He could, with relative certainty, rule out the Exarch being from his timeline. Not that it mattered, not at the moment, anyway. It was a small piece of information that only reinforced what he already knew of this world, nothing more. "Nevertheless, what do we have here?" Instead, he would move on to other topics, pressing a finger down on the pieces of paper.
His golden eyes scanned it. He didn't have G'raha's photographic memory, true, but fortunately the cat man had been so nice as to not set the paper on fire out of spite. "... I know of this spell. Well, somewhat. With the Rift separating this world from the Source, the spell itself is different, but the result is the same." He remarked, looking up. Really, that should have been a warning for the Exarch that grandpa Emet was about to start rambling. "During the Final Days, Loghrif and Nabriales toiled away on a spell to compress time to one moment, halting the advancement of the Final Days. ... Unfortunately this also meant that it wouldn't end, thus we rejected as a solution. No, whatever solution we came up with, we had to navigate and resolve the crisis first. There had to be an after." He wondered how Loghrif and Mitron fared, now that he was gone. Had Elidibus raised more shards up to the positions or did they yet remain vacant? Simply rescuing Mitron had always been an option, true, but, well, their obsession with Loghrif had always been something of a double-edged sword, easier not to deal with. He hoped that whatever happened with those two, that Mitron didn't do anything... rash.
Nabriales though, well, they didn't really do much anymore, did they? He wouldn't exactly weep if no further shards were raised up. Anymore, they all seemed to have some agenda of their own. Was the fire getting worse? Not that it mattered for him. He glanced up to see how bad the blaze had gotten. "Pity, I think they would have quite liked to examine this." He remarked.
