"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.
"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?"
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.
"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...."
Removing herself from the now pretty concentrated group of people, Miku scanned the small confinement chamber they were being kept in. It's then when she noticed three people keeping to themselves in the corner, one of whom appears to be playing with something in her hands. String?
Gingerly moving her way over towards them, she gently clasped her hands behind her, curiously eyeing the string Ada had wrapped around her fingers. "What are you doing with your fingers there?"
"... oh."
Blake just stopped himself once Jaffar said that, and hearing what Cagliostro's words meant, he had some awkward silence settle in before going on to say...
"Wait a minute, that's another way of saying that you wanna spar, right? Then I'm up for that! It's not like my skill is hindered by the lack of a weapon, and it will make due as good practice..."
"Clark, was it?" Cagliostro says in her serious voice while holding her laughter, "your words are mildly entertaining. Humanity's pretty ugly once you peel the layers of their mind, selfish and only caring for their own, justifying it as unity by performing their selfish deeds as a group when in reality, each one only has their own interests at heart. Life isn't all Sunshine and Rainbows, and that's why you have to make your own, and that's why you exist.
Well, I think I'm sounding like a little hypocrite because I think I've gained a little liking for some of these people here. Still...
I wonder - in your eyes, is good the absence of evil, or is evil the absence of good?
I won't say that you're entirely wrong though, but the Arkham Knight here's got a more valid point. I should know, because I've been... disagreed with before, for the lack of better words. You of all people should know, being scorned for the power that makes you one tier over humanity. Surely you have had... opposing views with others before, right? Disagreed with to the point of conflict and fear of others. To the eyes of some, you may be perceived as 'evil' for opposing their views.
Right now, everyone is agreeing on something, everyone has the same point of view - we all wish to leave this place. We are all of the same faction, whether or not deep inside, we are only thinking about ourselves."
Noting Clark's surprise after mentioning 'Batman', Cagliostro adds, "maybe he knows you more than you know yourself. The worlds beyond are a funny place. It is important to consider all possibilities."
Upon seeing Ren and Naomi, Cagliostro's face and voice shifted into a more bubbly persona.
"Well, why not~" Cagliostro responds to Ren. "we're aallll in this together, now, aren't we~ teehee~ I guess I should introduce myself~, although, I've introduced myself sooo many times already, more times in this short time than in a whole year~."
Cagliostro was ready to do it again.
"I'm the cutest, genius, beautiful alchemist, Cagliostro~ a pleasure to meet you, Ren, Naomi~. Teehee~."
"Yes, this 'multiverse theory' would provide answers for many of my questions." That he could admit. That uneasy feeling had not yet subsided. "No, I am afraid those terms are not familiar to me." He had read the Bible before, but if she was from another world, the contents would be different, he guessed. That Noah girl that had spoken earlier as well, he could only assume from what he knew where he came from.
"I may not know what your world is like, but I appreciate the existence of your Church. At least our worlds have something against vile creatures like demons that roam the world of men."
"Clark, was it?" Cagliostro says in her serious voice while holding her laughter, "your words are mildly entertaining. Humanity's pretty ugly once you peel the layers of their mind, selfish and only caring for their own, justifying it as unity by performing their selfish deeds as a group when in reality, each one only has their own interests at heart. Life isn't all Sunshine and Rainbows, and that's why you have to make your own, and that's why you exist.
Well, I think I'm sounding like a little hypocrite because I think I've gained a little liking for some of these people here. Still...
I wonder - in your eyes, is good the absence of evil, or is evil the absence of good?
I won't say that you're entirely wrong though, but the Arkham Knight here's got a more valid point. I should know, because I've been... disagreed with before, for the lack of better words. You of all people should know, being scorned for the power that makes you one tier over humanity. Surely you have had... opposing views with others before, right? Disagreed with to the point of conflict and fear of others. To the eyes of some, you may be perceived as 'evil' for opposing their views.
Right now, everyone is agreeing on something, everyone has the same point of view - we all wish to leave this place. We are all of the same faction, whether or not deep inside, we are only thinking about ourselves."
Noting Clark's surprise after mentioning 'Batman', Cagliostro adds, "maybe he knows you more than you know yourself. The worlds beyond are a funny place. It is important to consider all possibilities."
Upon seeing Ren and Naomi, Cagliostro's face and voice shifted into a more bubbly persona.
"Well, why not~" Cagliostro responds to Ren. "we're aallll in this together, now, aren't we~ teehee~ I guess I should introduce myself~, although, I've introduced myself sooo many times already, more times in this short time than in a whole year~."
Cagliostro was ready to do it again.
"I'm the cutest, genius, beautiful alchemist, Cagliostro~ a pleasure to meet you, Ren, Naomi~. Teehee~."
After her dizzy spell subsided, Nashetania turned her attention to... even more newcomers?
"Riesbyfe..." She turned to the knight with a soft smile. "I feel better now, thank you." The knight had shown concern for her well-being. Nashetania reminded herself to look after her.
Exactly how many people had been dragged into this horrible mess? It was frustrating. The scientists on the other side paid no mind to their rights as individuals and had caged them away. However, anger wouldn't get her anywhere. Instead, the rabbit woman decided to straighten up and speak once more.
"Hello. I'm Nashetania." She introduced herself to Hakuei and Naomi. The two seemed like honest enough individuals, from what she had heard them say. But she knew to never judge a book by its cover. She knew that they could be putting up a facade as she had done for so long. Not that she regretted her actions. But, it wasn't time to think over the past. Nashetania dragged her attention away from her own thoughts, turning her attention to Cagliostro.
"Cagliostro... Are you alright?" The rabbit woman questioned, a touch of concern in her voice. "I know you tried to get beyond the glass before." And the results of her trying hadn't been ideal. The young alchemist seemed fine now, though. But it didn't hurt to ask.
"Alucard is right," Nashetania chimed in, listening to the vampire speak. Honestly, if they didn't stick together... what hope did they have? They didn't even know why they were here in the first place.
"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.
"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?"
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.
"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...."
"... Yes. Indeed."
Riesbyfe's initial response to Alucard's words was a curt one, as the woman seemed to continue finding a bit of difficulty with meeting such a vampire who had no intention of bringing any harm to humans. The myths were usually quite scarce on details of Dracula, let alone his own son, so to classify a vampire like this without being able to use terms such as "True Ancestor" and "Dead Apostle" proved somewhat tedious. Though... Through Alucard's demeanor and words, only one word, strangely enough, was able to come to Riesbyfe's mind as to how to classify him.
Human.
An ironic twist of fate.
"If you truly mean what you say, then I shall be your ally. Creature of the night or not, if your character is that of a noble one, rather than wicked, then my shield will be your shield."
...
"... Once I get that back, that is."
"..."
When Cagliostro seemed to go on a brief spiel over the meaning of "good" and "evil" in response to a remark Clark had made, Riesbyfe made a small grunt but didn't vocalize her thoughts. Her line of work as a Holy Knight made things usually black and white. She was the force of justice to destroy wicked creatures who would prey on the innocent. And anyone, or rather anything, who would dream of doing anything of that sort was surely evil.
However, man himself was a different beast. And what a beast he certainly was. Clark was allowed to talk as much as he wished over the goodness of man, and Cagliostro of the darkness that resided within man, but in Riesbyfe's eyes, both were very much prominent. The free will that God had imbued within man has created creatures worse than demons, and yet, creatures superior to angels. For angels are good because they know not of evil, and demons are evil because they know not of good, while humans know of both, and it was up to them to decide who they were.
Regardless, she had little interest in debating such things in this situation. Riesbyfe simply took note of how oddly well-spoken a child like Cagliostro could be but also mused that if everyone here was indeed from parallel planes of reality, then that would also explain why she'd never heard the girl's name at Atlas Academy. Oh, if only Sion were here...
Riesbyfe gave an acknowledging nod to Naomi and Ren as they appeared, and following that, Nashetania apparently had managed to recover after her mysterious moment of weakness. Riesbyfe, in a hesitant and slow manner, took her supporting hand off but also gave a slightly worried look.
"Are you sure you're alright? That was quite out of nowhere," she commented, remaining lightly worried for Nashetania, but decided to leave her be for now if that was desired.
"If you intend to discover what Sir Kent is capable of, perhaps it would be better demonstrated with our enemies than each other. And... the woman is right. In... a manner," Riesbyfe said to Road, gesturing towards 18, "Assuming that the people holding us here will not simply let us go after a while, we need to find a way out of here, still. This situation... It is like we are rats in a cage, but... This is no locked room murder mystery. If there is a way in, there must be a way out..."
"... Yes. Indeed."
Riesbyfe's initial response to Alucard's words was a curt one, as the woman seemed to continue finding a bit of difficulty with meeting such a vampire who had no intention of bringing any harm to humans. The myths were usually quite scarce on details of Dracula, let alone his own son, so to classify a vampire like this without being able to use terms such as "True Ancestor" and "Dead Apostle" proved somewhat tedious. Though... Through Alucard's demeanor and words, only one word, strangely enough, was able to come to Riesbyfe's mind as to how to classify him.
Human.
An ironic twist of fate.
"If you truly mean what you say, then I shall be your ally. Creature of the night or not, if your character is that of a noble one, rather than wicked, then my shield will be your shield."
...
"... Once I get that back, that is."
"..."
When Cagliostro seemed to go on a brief spiel over the meaning of "good" and "evil" in response to a remark Clark had made, Riesbyfe made a small grunt but didn't vocalize her thoughts. Her line of work as a Holy Knight made things usually black and white. She was the force of justice to destroy wicked creatures who would prey on the innocent. And anyone, or rather anything, who would dream of doing anything of that sort was surely evil.
However, man himself was a different beast. And what a beast he certainly was. Clark was allowed to talk as much as he wished over the goodness of man, and Cagliostro of the darkness that resided within man, but in Riesbyfe's eyes, both were very much prominent. The free will that God had imbued within man has created creatures worse than demons, and yet, creatures superior to angels. For angels are good because they know not of evil, and demons are evil because they know not of good, while humans know of both, and it was up to them to decide who they were.
Regardless, she had little interest in debating such things in this situation. Riesbyfe simply took note of how oddly well-spoken a child like Cagliostro could be but also mused that if everyone here was indeed from parallel planes of reality, then that would also explain why she'd never heard the girl's name at Atlas Academy. Oh, if only Sion were here...
Riesbyfe gave an acknowledging nod to Naomi and Ren as they appeared, and following that, Nashetania apparently had managed to recover after her mysterious moment of weakness. Riesbyfe, in a hesitant and slow manner, took her supporting hand off but also gave a slightly worried look.
"Are you sure you're alright? That was quite out of nowhere," she commented, remaining lightly worried for Nashetania, but decided to leave her be for now if that was desired.
"If you intend to discover what Sir Kent is capable of, perhaps it would be better demonstrated with our enemies than each other. And... the woman is right. In... a manner," Riesbyfe said to Road, gesturing towards 18, "Assuming that the people holding us here will not simply let us go after a while, we need to find a way out of here, still. This situation... It is like we are rats in a cage, but... This is no locked room murder mystery. If there is a way in, there must be a way out..."
At first, Kujou thought that her companions had gone off the deep end. Magic? Abilities? Unless they meant abilities like, say, knitting, that was just crazy talk. And to be honest, she wanted no part of the crazy bunch. That just wouldn't help at all. But as Twisted Fate took the card and began to channel some sort of magic into it, she couldn't help but stare blankly.
"U-um..." Kujou stuttered as the other two sprang into action. She wasn't sure exactly what her role was. The stealth part? What stealth? She didn't know anything about stealth. "What do I...need to do?" She asked a little hesitantly, pointing at herself.
Twisted Fate would be able to successfully convert the card without any issues. Whether the scientists near the glass took notice seemed unclear.
From a bit of a distance, Cullen glanced their way.
"... what rubbish are you blokes up to?"
...
"..."
"If this Arkham place truly is an institute for the unwell as Clark says, perhaps it is fitting that you call yourself its knight."
