04-11-2018, 09:52 PM
YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO
Argus had intended to meet the Assassin- and the border example of someone acting up served as a learning example as well as a good reason to get away from the typhoon for a minute. As much as she was interested by the assassin- the insistant need to get away was driving her- an impulse move that hopefully worked in her favor here. At least if anything else, she could shift her attention away from her intiation to the typhoon and towards the current Apprentice sized-terror she was leading away.
It didn't come as a surprise to see him first on the border to find them. Large group- possible raid if nothing else. She was quick to pick out the differences in the few times that she's seen him over the past week. His paws had a pinker tint and bandages covered his shoulder. Either he had gotten in a fight before, or he was slowly showing what she knew he used to be.
Argus was not ignorant to the effects as time- even if he still was as young as he used to be when she first saw him. Time did more than changing the body. Argus was no longer the worried parent looking for their son. No longer the grief-stricken rageful beast that his impression had morphed to then. Argus was no longer Obscuro, even if they were one and the same.
While she knew that each name would only invoke an aspect of her past selves. She knew in a place so separate- away from the thoughts that plagued her of her others and the screams of the damned- that she held everything close. Every trait of each of her selves- waiting to be plucked and revealed to the rest of the world. A beast in a skin of sheep-wool waiting for the chance to shift into something once again monstrous. A mother scorned just wanting to love- but pushed too far, too many lost kids and too many reasons. A small kid never understanding the meaning of family, but looking off into the sunset with an ironclad will of 'if I cannot have a happy family- I will create one'.
Argus was impersonal- she was objective and very clever. She was the intelligence of all the years- all the lives she has walked and all those she has eaten and gained the memories of. She had the walk of a thousand years and knew, for the first time in her life that such a wish- a wish for the family would never be achievable for a beast like any of them became. So she pulled back, she held her punches and waited. This was the core of her namesake. A watcher with a thousand eyes- a thousand lives.
Watch she did, she had watched Killua flinch away from a shortened version of his name and hiss out a warning much like a beast cornered. Watched as he twitched and fidgeted as if being scolded- being ordered. Watched as he fleed if only to return with one of their own- the crew-mate- striker with bearly concealed rage. Only to repeat the process when he spotted her, the only thing keeping him there longer was the bearly controlled rage of what her clanmate had done.
Between that time and now, Argus has reviewed what she had seen within the young snowbounder. All the times she had done the ordering- the washing- sunk her claws into some innocent's mind and pushed pushed pushed just like me. She had watched then with open eyes, wild bi-colored hues as they twitched and sqirmed, watched as the little resistance that their childish brains widdled under her careful care.
Just like it was killua now.
Argus was not proud of her past selves. There was a reason she did not say their names as freely as she did her ghosts. Which is to say never- no one had bothered to know her as much as fear her in the past, and she was still too young in her name to even trust someone with what she knew.
Yet something pulled at her to give a sliver to Killua, only to watch him fall under someone else's thumb. She watched carefully now, see if the same effects would linger or if he too would start doing the same. Maybe Argus would have half a mind to chase after him this time- if necessary.
what do you want with me?
She pushed past the number of times she heard that. Quivering voices and scared expressions lightened by the single flare of candlelight. Different fur, different color eyes but always the same- always left blank by the time she was done with them-
She breathed very carefully. Closing her eyes and trying to gather herself for the strength she would need to power through this conversation. "I know why you don't remember me." She winced slightly at her own words, impulsive and brash maybe- but straight to the point. She stilled for a moment. Watching the other carefully for the same blank-eyed look she knew all too well to flash across it. "I do not know who is behind it- but I know their claws are still in you Killua."
It didn't come as a surprise to see him first on the border to find them. Large group- possible raid if nothing else. She was quick to pick out the differences in the few times that she's seen him over the past week. His paws had a pinker tint and bandages covered his shoulder. Either he had gotten in a fight before, or he was slowly showing what she knew he used to be.
Argus was not ignorant to the effects as time- even if he still was as young as he used to be when she first saw him. Time did more than changing the body. Argus was no longer the worried parent looking for their son. No longer the grief-stricken rageful beast that his impression had morphed to then. Argus was no longer Obscuro, even if they were one and the same.
While she knew that each name would only invoke an aspect of her past selves. She knew in a place so separate- away from the thoughts that plagued her of her others and the screams of the damned- that she held everything close. Every trait of each of her selves- waiting to be plucked and revealed to the rest of the world. A beast in a skin of sheep-wool waiting for the chance to shift into something once again monstrous. A mother scorned just wanting to love- but pushed too far, too many lost kids and too many reasons. A small kid never understanding the meaning of family, but looking off into the sunset with an ironclad will of 'if I cannot have a happy family- I will create one'.
Argus was impersonal- she was objective and very clever. She was the intelligence of all the years- all the lives she has walked and all those she has eaten and gained the memories of. She had the walk of a thousand years and knew, for the first time in her life that such a wish- a wish for the family would never be achievable for a beast like any of them became. So she pulled back, she held her punches and waited. This was the core of her namesake. A watcher with a thousand eyes- a thousand lives.
Watch she did, she had watched Killua flinch away from a shortened version of his name and hiss out a warning much like a beast cornered. Watched as he twitched and fidgeted as if being scolded- being ordered. Watched as he fleed if only to return with one of their own- the crew-mate- striker with bearly concealed rage. Only to repeat the process when he spotted her, the only thing keeping him there longer was the bearly controlled rage of what her clanmate had done.
Between that time and now, Argus has reviewed what she had seen within the young snowbounder. All the times she had done the ordering- the washing- sunk her claws into some innocent's mind and pushed pushed pushed just like me. She had watched then with open eyes, wild bi-colored hues as they twitched and sqirmed, watched as the little resistance that their childish brains widdled under her careful care.
Just like it was killua now.
Argus was not proud of her past selves. There was a reason she did not say their names as freely as she did her ghosts. Which is to say never- no one had bothered to know her as much as fear her in the past, and she was still too young in her name to even trust someone with what she knew.
Yet something pulled at her to give a sliver to Killua, only to watch him fall under someone else's thumb. She watched carefully now, see if the same effects would linger or if he too would start doing the same. Maybe Argus would have half a mind to chase after him this time- if necessary.
what do you want with me?
She pushed past the number of times she heard that. Quivering voices and scared expressions lightened by the single flare of candlelight. Different fur, different color eyes but always the same- always left blank by the time she was done with them-
She breathed very carefully. Closing her eyes and trying to gather herself for the strength she would need to power through this conversation. "I know why you don't remember me." She winced slightly at her own words, impulsive and brash maybe- but straight to the point. She stilled for a moment. Watching the other carefully for the same blank-eyed look she knew all too well to flash across it. "I do not know who is behind it- but I know their claws are still in you Killua."