"'Daddy issues'?" he repeated. Unfamiliar term. But he could get the general gist behind her strange words. "We do not get along, that is all. We have conflicting ideals." That and because he always tried to stop his father's return. Everything changed when his mother died. Alucard always thought his father did not care about his wife. He paid no heed to how she viewed the world at all, and it disgusted the dhampir.
The tall man jabbed at the creatures he had spotted earlier in response to the Noah girl's words. "Even them?"
"Please, understand I know only a couple steps more than you." her hands fell onto her hips, and this caused the ivory-colored fabric to puff out a bit more than it originally did, "Perhaps they are the sheep to our war. Something to be fought over once everything lights up - winners get to eat, and argue over her gets the biggest piece-" This idea brought a hideous grin onto the young girl's face, and it was painted obvious she wasn't exactly joking. "Though my world is pretty ripe with cute, magical creatures that might just kill ya' if you're not careful. The mystical golem, Timcanpy. Lero. My dear sweet Akuma."
Something about how the girl moved betrayed her intent. Her face screamed sweet and innocent - sure a bit conceded, but a monster. The way her formed moved though, was an entirely different matter. Who knows. If they were told to gut each other or die, she might be the first to strike... or the first to defend.
"Hmm..." Cagliostro was leaning against Alucard's back while speaking in her 'serious, rough' voice.
"Interesting conversation. I haven't done too much research on vampires myself, but as far as I know, vampires were a thing before alchemy was invented, which is, as many may put it, a long time ago. Maybe they were around before the era of the Astral war, but no one really bothered to check. Some say they're brutal barbarians, others say that they were the kind of people you'd like to meet. Vampires aren't too common where I come from, but they certainly exist. They're just another race in the Skydom."
Cagliostro turns to Alucard.
"Your mention of the name 'Dracula' as your father... and your name... 'Alucard'... I think even a fool would realize that 'Alucard' is 'Dracula' backward, but there is something else about this that makes me wonder - were you named with the intention of being the opposite of your father? You did mention that your ideals are conflicting. Some say that destiny is tied to one's name. Really makes you think...
... as for my name, let's just say that it had no meaning before I gave it one. If destiny truly is tied to one's name, then I am the master of my own destiny.
The story of Noah, what was it about? Perhaps my world has an equivalent that goes by a different name. It seems that our worlds are more similar than we think as if they were written by authors from the same plane of reality, using the same inspirations. Makes me wonder if we're all just fragments of fiction, and the true gods are but writers who decide our fate, deciding who lives or who dies to make a tale more 'interesting' or 'unique', as many put it."
Cagliostro's face warps back into her usual sweet smile, and her voice, back to its usual bubbly self.
"By the way, have I introduced myself to you two yet?"
"Noah was the architect of the Ark that allowed humanity to survive God's great flood. With the help of God's fallen Angel, Lucifer, Noah, and his family were given the power to do great things. The Ark was a great device that allowed humanity to transverse space and time and return to our world when our land was ours again," From her hips, the Noah's hands moved to behind her head and fingers laced between one another. She supported her own head, still reeling from her mishap with the Door, and thinned her gaze as the noise and number of bodies around her increased.
"Riddled with guilt that most of humanity's blood had been on his hands, Noah declared War on the betrayer, God. The Family, and Noah himself, saw the death of Lucifer in an attempt to gain more power to use against God and were successful. We used the blood of the Fallen Angel to manufacture... Akuma. Demons. Malignant remains of poor souls.
"God, in all his grandeur, lead what was left of humanity away from Noah, in cowardice, and forced the very people my grandfather saved to hunt us all down. We were overwhelmed by sheer numbers and died. Crucified, the same as God's boy the first time around. Now our genes travel through most of the population, and once a generation, we are revived to try-try again"
The unfiltered tale of Noah, that she was sure she'd told hundreds of times in her own world sounded very rehearsed and almost as if the tale had come to bore Road.
"Any questions, tart?"
"The pleasure is mine, James- and please, do call me Sheev" Palpatine muttered, releasing the X-Man's hand "I doubt we will need any formality by the end of the evening"
Sideous was taken back by the sudden introduction of Philosophy- one of his preferred fields. Such an unusual topic to bring up with a stranger....it was as if he already knew him...
"Of course people are going to want to keep secrets. We all have them. I think we'll find that by the time we leave, many of the White Knights won't be so pure after all. We are best of sticking to the Grey Areas- safety in Neutrality"
Sheev threw a hawk's gaze towards the young woman, his brow tensed in thought while the rest of his face relaxed.
Young Girl. A fighter, both internally and externally. A hero to some, a devil to others.
He dropped his eyes back to the floor and then to James again; lingering for any longer would be suicide.
"Perhaps...Maybe we should go get a closer look...."
A shudder suddenly invaded the young girl and she, quite noticeably trembled, a short breath even escaped her mouth before her gaze turned to the man who had been eyeing her. He appeared human, and she had made note of his aura before but.... something about him. He reminded her of her dear Millineum Earl. Her amber eyes, much like that of a Sith Lord's peered at him from the group that had formed around them, and in her eyes... it was clear as spring water she knew he was hiding something dark. Something powerful. Something she could relate to.
The girl felt her mullers sink into the meat of her cheek as her stare continued, and she reached out with the darkness of Noah. This force was very similar to the energy of his own universe and had they not been in this room, Road might've been able to converse with him via telepathy. No luck here though, instead... her calling card. The song of her people, and much like Road's current facade, its words meant little while its dark meaning was spelled out through feeling. The Lullaby of Road would echo in this Sheev Palpatine's ear, and it could loosely be interpreted as... and handshake. An alliance.
"What can I say? I'm an optimist."
Clark nodded at the Holy knight. Even if Clark was some alien, he always tried to be a man. Humbleness is a noble human trait. However, a wave of sadness hit Clark as the young man followed up.
"I wouldn't call myself "simple", though. Just ask my ex. Believe me, I wish I was."
The Man of Tomorrow couldn't help be amused.
"If you're as powerful as you say you are, why don't you help people? There's good in everyone, even you."
"Are you really shocked that good always beats evil? People are, humans are a naturally good race. The capacity of compassion and love are endless in man. If you can see that, well, I guess you're the naïve one, huh?"
"There is a clear line between what some consider good and evil, and that distinction is not hard to take at face value"
It almost appeared Road was ready to fight again. Her brow furrowed, and eyes sharpened. A step took her closer to Clark, and her eyes spoke an epic that she dare not speak. She didn't know what this man was capable of, but he sure seemed to see in black and white. No gray in his moral compass.
"My power is a different sort, Bumpkin. It has nothing to do with the ability to cease atrocities or genocide. I don't know if such power is within your grasp, but... I am curious to find out...."
