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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 9, 2018 11:26:30 GMT -8
"Horus" looks about as they go on their excursion, noticing the increased detail quite easily.
She must be the one running everything, or at very least, the most important guest in this world, according to the true ruler of this realm.
Either way, considering what he had been told earlier about never being able to leave, and remembering just how washed out the environment was before, it's gotta be some sort of dream type zone.
But if this wish he's been granted only works within a dream, why does it hurt so realistically?
Is it simply because he believed it so?
Will changing his mindset affect how much those sorts of beatdowns damage him?
It's hard to tell, but it's at least a rare comfort to have that possibility.
He stays quiet for most of the walk.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 10, 2018 7:51:02 GMT -8
"Horus" holds her hand. He's not used to holding hands, let alone most physical contact, but if he has to do it for his role, so be it. Besides, would she harm him in broad daylight? Not a chance. If anything, whatever awaits them in the church is probably going to hurt him.
A much more satisfying narrative arc to apply abuse upon.
He tries to remember that just to keep down his anxiety of being touched. It's not the best, but it's something.
...Are hands usually this cold?
Arriving at the bus stop, "Horus" begins to jitter slightly.
He considers asking how long it will take, but clearly someone that's spent so much time with her would know the answer already, thus making any questions suspicious.
So instead, he just simmers in his own irrational predictions of what's to come.
There's no way in a world where his identity is known that he'd be in any way safe, right?
...right?????
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 11, 2018 17:55:44 GMT -8
A long while, alone?
When did Ruby get into the picture? recently?
...wait, did he abandon... who did he abandon? had he ever been with anyone in the first place?
A snap back to the present, they're getting on the bus. it seems almost surreal for him, the once ultra powerful master of time and space, to now be boarding a simple city bus, in the garb of someone else, while undercover.
He climbs on just barely on cue and follows her to the empty spot they might find.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 13, 2018 0:59:25 GMT -8
Wait, she expects him to know which stop to get off at?
and it's within napping distance?
Oh great...
"Horus" sits there, with this cold girl using him as a pillow, on a quiet bus going to who knows where.
A quiet chilly bus, it seems.
He shivers slightly, robes not offering as much cover as desired.
It wasn't this cold when they got on, right?
"Horus" tries looking out the window at whatever scenery he's probably going to need to memorize.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 14, 2018 22:31:05 GMT -8
"Horus" looks around, confused. How are they going to get off at the right stop now?
...does this bus usually do this?
Attention drawn by that voice, he spots the girl sitting across the aisle.
The drawn girl from the diary, right?
Who is she exactly?
"...Hello. It's a rather... motion blurred day today, isn't it?"
Hopefully she gives him some answers without him having to reveal how much he doesn't know.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 15, 2018 20:53:57 GMT -8
...he's a father?!? how much has he even forgotten?! how did he even... wait, there's other ways to have a child aside from the standard method. Likely a product of an alternate method. Something involving flowers? It's hard to tell and it's vaguely pissing him off. She's definitely got a lot of his features, that's for sure. A daughter worth being proud of if he ever did see one.
She's quite sharp in attitude though... it's a little disconcerting.
Something big is going to happen soon, that is for certain.
But is he ready?
Maybe yes, maybe no. It all depends upon how the dice decide to roll upon the grand table, whatever works out the best for him most likely.
"...This is quite heavy talk for a bus ride. We're just on our way to church. You might want to sit down while the bus is in motion."
He tries to reassert the standard laws of physics by method of suggestion. Maybe that will get her to stop creeping him out... yet another thing she likely got from him. If he wasn't so busy trying to keep a straight face in disguise, he'd definitely be treating her differently. Maybe take her out for some hot cocoa or something.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 15, 2018 22:41:34 GMT -8
...Final destination? He knew he didn't like churches, but he doubts it's really going to be the end of the line... is it?
His daughter seems to be quite forceful in her methods of coercion. Yet another trait he can admire.
"Wha-" the lightning hits... and the memories emerge.
The gift...
The plan...
The acquisition of the vessel...
The failed attempt at achieving his programmed purpose... Why the fuck did he even pursue that shitty goal anyways? How the fuck was he to know that some asshole would be nuking the furthest ring on that very day? He should have just hid away while he was ahead and enjoyed his life. Maybe settle for basic-ass world domination or something. But SOMEBODY just HAD to give him the unwise compulsion to fight horrorterrors.
And all the while, time was against him... and any chances to make it up to her... the darling who made his plans possible... why does it hurt so much... WHY THE FUCK DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?! WASN'T SHE JUST A PAWN? WAS SHE MORE THAN THAT?
These conflicting feelings... are they even his own?
Were they ever his feelings? He's always been somewhat of a composite of whomever he was welded to, an amplification of their shadows, driven by selfish desires and a prime directive designed to fulfill another's wishes since already made obsolete.
Did he ever actually love her... or was it the boy who loved her?
The boy that owned that body...
Why do other people have to have these feelings... why can't they just function without them... why does he have to carry the feelings of another? Why does it have to hurt so badly... why won't it stop...
"WHY WΘN'T IT STΘP?!"
"Horus" screams in pain, as if trying to escape from a nightmare.
He's back on the bus again...
fuck, he probably woke her up.
He's too occupied with reeling from these thoughts and feelings he's been entrusted with to even initiate any sort of damage control however. "Horus" just sits there next to her, breathing heavily, fearing what may happen next.
Fearing what may await him at the foreboding cathedral of ultimate destiny.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 16, 2018 1:15:29 GMT -8
A sinking feeling as the bus slows to a stop.
There's no escape from what awaits him, is there?
"Horus" looks over at the girl. Did she... really not hear him all that much just moments prior?
"...We're here."
he stands up from his spot and looks out the windows from his spot. It, doesn't exactly look like the type of place one would find in a city, let alone within bus route range.
...then again, the hell of his daughter's vindictive gift isn't exactly something found on a city bus either.
This hill, despite its apparent serenity, seems to hold nothing but a sense of foreboding weight. A doom not yet fulfilled, but certain in execution. He has no choice but to step forward, despite his desire to stay behind.
This is the last stop, after all.
"Horus" stays close to this girl, this girl that has placed so much foolish trust into him, thinking he's her best friend, her faithful companion and guardian.
He stays close to her with that same invisible mask he's been wearing since he walked through her door, all for a chance to feel safe.
Safe from the dangers that have caught up to him.
Safe from the sharp edges of the hearts he had broken.
Safe from a fate unwanted... if only for a moment.
He can't hide forever.
...Doesn't mean he can't still try though.
"Horus" silently exits the bus with the girl, nervous about whatever the future may hold.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 16, 2018 19:38:19 GMT -8
"Horus" looks to her, then to the gate, and then back at her.
He holds her hand tight. He's not usually one for physical contact, but in this stress, she's the only source of comfort he has.
"...let's go."
He walks with her closely, matching her pace.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 16, 2018 23:26:16 GMT -8
They slowly continue up the hill, towards the home of whatever angry god may strike them down. Why does it have to take so long to get there? Must the torture continue?
...she's talking about getting married one day. In a constructed world like this one, the chances of her finding anyone who's not a construct would be incredibly slim.
and considering the warnings given, about how her fate also being on the line, her chances to find anyone suitable for her are even closer to none.
On one hand, that sounds like a rather tragic predicament from a girl who's probably already went though a lot, but on the other, should he even care about her in the first place?
Why should he be a slave to the feelings of others?
Why should he follow the orders of anyone?
So they can benefit instead?
Unfortunately however, despite his desire to straight-up tell the poor girl that she's going to be forever alone, "Horus" still has a role to fill and therefore can't tell her off.
Another lie for the jar.
"Of course, dear. You know what they say, plenty of fish in the sea..."
...And yet they're quickly drifting towards the waterfall at the edge of the world.
They stand there at the threshold. Their destinies await them just beyond the door.
A deep breath, to counter the short ones.
Clammy fingers coated in sweat.
A tight feeling in his chest.
An ever so slight jitter to his movements (as if that ever stopped being a thing)
He stares at the door, as it clearly waits for him to open it.
There's not much else to do at this point.
This is the end.
...At least Lycoris will carry on beyond him... right?
Honestly she's probably the only girl he could actually care about, considering how she might be the one to continue his legacy... probably.
With that ever so small scrap of hope, "Horus" opens a door with his free hand.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 16, 2018 23:59:09 GMT -8
"Horus" notices that she has left his side, removed her hand from his grasp.
...He doesn't have anyone to hold onto anymore.
He could care less about the lavish aesthetic of the place, but seeing all those strange red threads... it makes him wonder what purpose they hold. It seems almost funny how the symbolism could be interpreted, with red thread being so closely tied (mind the pun) to a person's destiny with another.
Had any of them... tied the knot yet? This would be the place to do it after all, being such a beautiful church worthy of many a wedding.
Then again, they could just be components of a trap. One meant to tie him up until a beast more wild than himself finds and mauls him probably.
Either way, there's gotta be something about those red strings.
The curiosity overtakes him, and he follows the path they have laid out for him...
But you know what they say: curiosity killed the cat.
Question is: is it spelt with a C or a K here?
...A strange thought to have.
...nevertheless, it seems there's only one way to find out.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 17, 2018 7:41:03 GMT -8
"Horus" nervously follows these threads to their apparent conclusion, and arrives at the completely still figure at the end.
He looks over to where he last saw the girl he entered the building with.
"...it's been a while since we've been here... is it usually like this?"
"Horus" awaits the quite obviously telegraphed final boss battle, suddenly aware of the fact that hadn't even gotten a chance to attain any new powers or skills.
The only things he's gained are memories and layers of deception.
...will they be enough?
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 17, 2018 14:30:23 GMT -8
A freeze frame. not only that, but by the same asshole that took his identity.
"Horus" glares at the doppelganger, listening with scrutiny.
"It's not like this role gives me a choice to stay behind. To be her companion means to follow her, no matter how much shit is thrown my way. do you think I'd risk having to watch my back for you in a state like this, alone? you'd much sooner strike me down if I had not donned the mask of her guardian.
As long as I'm with her, you can't touch me. she is the center of this realm, after all. and I have a feeling if you upset her, you will face unfathomable fury."
Thinking over this logic, "Horus" realizes that likely the same tightrope condition would be applicable to himself.
"I am here precisely because I am not yet strong enough. if I was, I surely wouldn't have followed the girl to church like she wanted. I don't even like church! They're always so fucking judgemental!"
Listening to his choices, "Horus" doesn't even believe this asshole will even deliver. He knows himself well enough not to trust someone with his identity. If anything, he's certain it's just a lead-up to a world of pain.
"How am I supposed to know either of those choices are valid? How do I know you're not just going to kick my ass again no matter what I pick?
Do you really think I would believe you of all people that the perks of either of those choices would be offered as promised? I don't trust you. you have no reason to give me either unless there was something in it for you.
Why would you give me peace when you wish to see me bleed? why would you give me, of all people, even a slight chance at a life outside of this limited and well contained fantasy realm?
I'm sorry, but I'm not stupid. I know how much the world hates me, and I'm not falling for your shitty trap that assumes I don't realize the depth of my own darkness."
"Horus" rides the pressure well, it seems.
"So cut the crap: what are you really doing here? Showing up at the very place the girl decided to visit? I highly doubt it was just to offer me a silver axe or a gold axe. what are your goals in this world? what are you trying to get out of it?"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 17, 2018 15:33:54 GMT -8
"Horus" listens to the terms of his choices. It seems there is some backing to them.
At this point, it's quite obvious what he'd prefer to choose.
He would never choose to kneel before another.
Ripping out the heart of an innocent girl sounds fun anyways, despite what his previous host may have felt about such actions. And with the reward of life AND his powers? There's practically no second guesses about it.
He chooses glory.
Now all he has to do is find a way to kill that girl. shouldnt be too hard, right?
"Horus" begins searching for a weapon as soon as he can.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 17, 2018 16:26:14 GMT -8
"Horus" spots the golden scissors. Should make the job that much easier.
Making sure not to raise suspicion, he tries to retain the shakey unconfident poise he had before the choice was made.
"Horus" picks up the scissors and hold them from the middle, handle facing out. He retracts his arm further in his sleeve and lowerw his arm back to his side. If he's going to do this, he needs to do it with stealth.
"It's... quite empty here today. Are you sure we showed up on the right day?"
"Horus" asks her, as he casually walks over to her, gilded scissors on standby.
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