07-27-2018, 11:00 PM
"I don't care about their success."
There wasn't even an ounce of hesitation in his response, it was immediate, firm. "They served their purpose for me already. And, for that matter...the physical 'me' also does not care about their success. I will not allow him to care, no matter how much he claims he does, no matter how much his actions might benefit The Rosebloods, he will never be doing it for their sake. Any success he has which impacts them will only be coincidence, a side-effect, or to further his own designs." As he spoke those words, there was a certain strangeness about them - when spoken, one's mind would immediately jump to the color blue, as if the words themselves were of that color and some sort of significance, like something somewhere had changed in its very nature.
If there was any sort of actual meaning or special property behind those words, though, Dissonance was not at all in any hurry to explain it. "Neither do you care. Your care is a prideful self-deception of someone who doesn't know how to nurture anything but their own ego." He shrugged, peering at her casually from behind empty eyes and a straight expression. That smirk didn't phase him, just as that next look on her face didn't - that look which would have made most poor fouls quake with the sort of certain malice it held.
But that last promise did, finally, get a good reaction out of him. A wide, toothy smirk, and a positively foul cackle that seemed to echo almost tauntingly throughout the forest. "<Good!>" He exclaimed, his voice positively ecstatic. "I look forward to the sort of entertainment you can provide me. I'll enjoy every bit of torment and despair on every side! Your determination is pleasing. I can't wait to see that expression on your face turn to one of abject horror in the future, or a disgustingly smug sneer if you succeed. This is going to be a very enjoyable time."
He flicked his tail, and his expression slowly returned to that blank, impassive look he'd held mostly consistently throughout their interaction. "With that business out of the way, you're more than welcome to call me for tea or wine anytime, if you'd like to talk - or laugh at the obscene situations mortals find themselves in. Just call my name, and I assure you - wherever you are - I'll hear it."
"On that note..." He trailed off, peering at the box. "What's in the box? A trophy? Some sort of pet project of yours? Maybe something of sentimental value?"
There wasn't even an ounce of hesitation in his response, it was immediate, firm. "They served their purpose for me already. And, for that matter...the physical 'me' also does not care about their success. I will not allow him to care, no matter how much he claims he does, no matter how much his actions might benefit The Rosebloods, he will never be doing it for their sake. Any success he has which impacts them will only be coincidence, a side-effect, or to further his own designs." As he spoke those words, there was a certain strangeness about them - when spoken, one's mind would immediately jump to the color blue, as if the words themselves were of that color and some sort of significance, like something somewhere had changed in its very nature.
If there was any sort of actual meaning or special property behind those words, though, Dissonance was not at all in any hurry to explain it. "Neither do you care. Your care is a prideful self-deception of someone who doesn't know how to nurture anything but their own ego." He shrugged, peering at her casually from behind empty eyes and a straight expression. That smirk didn't phase him, just as that next look on her face didn't - that look which would have made most poor fouls quake with the sort of certain malice it held.
But that last promise did, finally, get a good reaction out of him. A wide, toothy smirk, and a positively foul cackle that seemed to echo almost tauntingly throughout the forest. "<Good!>" He exclaimed, his voice positively ecstatic. "I look forward to the sort of entertainment you can provide me. I'll enjoy every bit of torment and despair on every side! Your determination is pleasing. I can't wait to see that expression on your face turn to one of abject horror in the future, or a disgustingly smug sneer if you succeed. This is going to be a very enjoyable time."
He flicked his tail, and his expression slowly returned to that blank, impassive look he'd held mostly consistently throughout their interaction. "With that business out of the way, you're more than welcome to call me for tea or wine anytime, if you'd like to talk - or laugh at the obscene situations mortals find themselves in. Just call my name, and I assure you - wherever you are - I'll hear it."
"On that note..." He trailed off, peering at the box. "What's in the box? A trophy? Some sort of pet project of yours? Maybe something of sentimental value?"
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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."