07-27-2018, 08:52 PM
"Yes, I suppose that's true. Tales of your exploits are quite legendary. I remember I used to look up to you and aspire to that same level of greatness - but then I realized that was stupid. Why look up to someone when you can instead seek to surpass them in every way?" He spoke flatly, emotionless, but truthfully. Of course, everyone had their limits - even he didn't begin to claim that he could understand himself, mess that he was, but he could understand the piece which he lorded over as but a small fragment.
"My physical and basic spiritual self don't consider you an enemy, but an obstacle which to overcome. In his eyes, the only way for him to surpass the legacy of Capone is to become that legacy - and thus, consume you. He and a Daemonic fragment of the former leader Ecclesia both seek this and have united to achieve that goal. I can't speak for Ecclesia, but the Dissonance you're properly familiar with by observation looks at you somewhat fondly as something to be overcome. I don't see it the same way."
His eyes narrowed very slightly, and that toothy grin threatened for a moment to return, but didn't. "Of course, we're enemies because we're both Players, Daemons up high who have a stake in the success and-or failure of the Elite that you gave birth to. We're both inexorably linked to it by the very nature of its existence, and I'm sure you noticed that the foundations for its rebirth and return are being laid as we speak. Of course, time here doesn't mean much; our conversation now could be happening over an instant or an eternity, so in a technical sense the Elite might already be back - but since time here is not comparable to time in physical reality in the same way, we've not seen it bear fruit in that form yet."
Oh, he was a single soul alright - but when observed with True Sight, that aura of his burned with an ungodly fire, the energy of countless souls fueling the furnace that was this creature who called himself Dissonance. To a mortal it would be all but blinding - but to someone attuned to seeing such massive masses of blazing color in the form of Daemons, it was still more than manageable. "Of course, I still haven't fully answered your question, I know. I'm getting there, believe me. There is a purpose for my presence, I didn't just come for a chat."
He cleared his throat somewhat, tilting his head. "As for why I refer to myself as a Daemon...well. I can't give up all my secrets just yet, can I? I'm trying to forget. But assuming you accept my offer and win, I'm sure you'll figure it out." A small, almost condescending smirk spread across his muzzle for a moment, as if reprimanding her silently for thinking another Daemon would just give information freely to another. He didn't trust her enough for something like that - or perhaps it was just that reclusive, eccentric nature that Dissonance was known for shining through in some small way.
"My physical and basic spiritual self don't consider you an enemy, but an obstacle which to overcome. In his eyes, the only way for him to surpass the legacy of Capone is to become that legacy - and thus, consume you. He and a Daemonic fragment of the former leader Ecclesia both seek this and have united to achieve that goal. I can't speak for Ecclesia, but the Dissonance you're properly familiar with by observation looks at you somewhat fondly as something to be overcome. I don't see it the same way."
His eyes narrowed very slightly, and that toothy grin threatened for a moment to return, but didn't. "Of course, we're enemies because we're both Players, Daemons up high who have a stake in the success and-or failure of the Elite that you gave birth to. We're both inexorably linked to it by the very nature of its existence, and I'm sure you noticed that the foundations for its rebirth and return are being laid as we speak. Of course, time here doesn't mean much; our conversation now could be happening over an instant or an eternity, so in a technical sense the Elite might already be back - but since time here is not comparable to time in physical reality in the same way, we've not seen it bear fruit in that form yet."
Oh, he was a single soul alright - but when observed with True Sight, that aura of his burned with an ungodly fire, the energy of countless souls fueling the furnace that was this creature who called himself Dissonance. To a mortal it would be all but blinding - but to someone attuned to seeing such massive masses of blazing color in the form of Daemons, it was still more than manageable. "Of course, I still haven't fully answered your question, I know. I'm getting there, believe me. There is a purpose for my presence, I didn't just come for a chat."
He cleared his throat somewhat, tilting his head. "As for why I refer to myself as a Daemon...well. I can't give up all my secrets just yet, can I? I'm trying to forget. But assuming you accept my offer and win, I'm sure you'll figure it out." A small, almost condescending smirk spread across his muzzle for a moment, as if reprimanding her silently for thinking another Daemon would just give information freely to another. He didn't trust her enough for something like that - or perhaps it was just that reclusive, eccentric nature that Dissonance was known for shining through in some small way.
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"We value tradition and intelligence more than them, and understand more about the Daemons, but we're still a tribe, a linked family of families."
"...and when the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family. And your family always has tribe."
"We value tradition and intelligence more than them, and understand more about the Daemons, but we're still a tribe, a linked family of families."
"...and when the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family. And your family always has tribe."