ℰternal Clockwork.

The sound of the clocktower's gears is proof of her existence. So that the second hand doesn't stop... Indie RP blog for Master of the Court and GEAR. [M!A Status: N/A]

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“How about you don’t send her to bother me, for once.”

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avxritiae:

   "Don’t get eaten”? That would sound weird if GEAR hadn’t mentioned other vessels were awaken, even if Gallerian had almost forgotten that already, as if only the words about Michelle mattered. He nods a bit again, glancing at the tower, and then back at GEAR.

   “Gluttony, I guess… I’ll be wary.”

   It didn’t matter who was there, he would go anyway. If Michelle was there, he would even face the Master of the Hellish Yard if she was there. Master of the Graveyard didn’t seem half as bad…

   “I’d like to talk to you again, though… Gear. Is it okay if I come back here at some point?” He still had questions, and he’d like answers for them. And if everything was actually real, if he was able to meet Michelle again, then he would know he could trust GEAR.

   He didn’t even want to think what would be of him if GEAR had lied. Getting eaten sounded so nice compared to how his heart would end up if Michelle wasn’t where GEAR said.

   “Thank you again… Really.” Stay safe, he said to his inside as he walked away from the clocktower. Mainly for Michelle. Mainly.

“... Do whatever you want.” Is the man’s reply. He has little control over who comes and goes, after all. He’s fortunate that he doesn’t end up spotted when he leaves by the Master of the Graveyard or her servants, and navigating to the courtroom isn’t too hard. He can probably hear some soft humming coming from it, some kind of song. If Michelle is in there, it does sound an awful lot like her. If he opens the door, he’ll find the doll there, in the judge’s seat, of course. Singing a song for the one inside her... yes, he should rest...

At first, she doesn’t notice the doors being opened. Yes, when she doesn’t have a trial to worry upon, she can be quite a slow, slothful creature... but that’s fine. They’ll come to her... won’t they? And then she’ll find them guilty.

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moonlitscientist started following you

For a long time, he stares. Because... because, he’s certain, this man is the one that she keeps accusing him of being, but that can’t be right. He’s just... a gear... “... You...” He says it slowly, fixing the other with an unblinking gaze. “... This is... all your fault...”

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tic!

Court plays with her gavel. Like, a lot. She taps the end of it in the opposite palm of her hand all the time, nearly. Especially if she’s not trying someone.

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Imagine a Pokémon AU in which Gear's team is basically Klinks, Klangs and Kinklangs. Two of each.

HE REFUSES TO FIGHT ANYONE HE JUST WANTS HIS HORDE OF METAL INHUMAN STEEL TYPESHe probably has a Bronzong too

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TIC(K TOCK)

HAHA VERY FUNNYGEAR has a tendency to very quietly, with his mouth closed, imitate a clock, actually. He tends to think of everything in time with the gear movement of the clocktower, so he hasn’t even really realized he does it.

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ghostycues:

ROLEPLAY EXERCISE: Send me an ask with “TIC” and I will tell you one of my character’s nervous or idle tics. (EX: touching your ear, scratching your nose, tapping a finger, etc.)

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avxritiae:

   See her…? There’s nothing else he wishes for at that point, all the unanswered questions and everything he still doesn’t understand. The vessels awoken, his collection’s fate, finding the last ones… It didn’t matter anymore, not now.

   “Please.” He begs, fingers drying his own tears even when they don’t stop falling. He controls himself enough, however, to hold back another sob, a deep breath before he opens his closed eyes and blinks. It was like he wasn’t able to believe it yet.

   “Yes, please. Tell me where she is…”

   Yet, that’s all? Is he just going to leave GEAR there in the tower with nothing more than words?

   “What could I do to thank you?”

   What could he possibly give to the awakened vessel of Greed? Hell, he would give GEAR all his fortune if he asked for it right now. It was just priceless, he had saved his dear daughter. And he could lead him to her, even if he wasn’t able to move from the tower.

He... just stares. What could he do? Uh. ... Nothing, really. He doesn’t really want anything. All he cares about is keeping the clockwork turning. And her safety, for the moment. “... Don’t get eaten. The courthouse is--past the clocktower... you’ll see the cinema building... it’s in there. The big double doors... the twins and the Master of the Graveyard like to prowl around outside, though...”

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This crossfade has a suspicious lack of Adam/KAITO in general and Seth/Kiril/Pale/Kiyoteru. I suspect solos... :| As demands more of his husband.

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avxritiae:

   Any trace of anger he could have left inside fades away as GEAR speaks with that smile, and just like it, his words sound like a whisper or an illusion to him.

   He must be kidding… Right?

   Lips part to say something, but no word leaves them, no sound. Nothing. He just listens. It all sounds like a lie, and he fears that GEAR might be saying all of that just because it’s what he wants to hear. Either because of pity or for some kind of trick he could expect from a vessel of sin.

   But it… doesn’t sound like it.    He doesn’t even trail off, he realizes…

And in the end, be it a lie or not, deep inside he knows it doesn’t matter. Be it a lie or not, he knows he’ll just hold onto those words more than to his own life.

   All those years of whispers and corruption, of his own web of lies, the bribes, the vessels, the trials, the criminals, his own crime. The flames in the end, holding her in his arms to not let her go alone. Everything done just to hear those words. To hear that she was alive.

         “She can move where she wants”, he has said.                                                 “Always holding that gavel.”                                                                              “She idolizes you.”

   He wants to repeat them, to hear them again from his own voice, from GEAR’s voice. To finally be able to say it himself, the words he’s wished to share with her since that day of year 978. The day he hated the most in his life. He couldn’t remember how being actually happy felt, but he knew he felt happy until that day.

   And now, he felt happy now as well.    Just how many years had passed already, how man years had he been waiting?

         “…She…”

   His voice breaks with a single word, sight suddenly getting blurry. The last time he cried, he doesn’t remember it either. But never as happy. Never happier. As tears roll down his cheeks, he can’t look away from GEAR, his hand, his chest, that faded smile being distorted in his eyes in pure relief, pure happiness.

   He would have had enough knowing she was alive, knowing he hadn’t been searching in vain. Knowing he could still have the chance to find her would have erased that heavy burden in his chest, allow him to get rid of his worst fear, the fear of never meeting her away.

   But that… That was far more than he could take without feeling his heart melt.

   He really tries to hold it inside, jaws clenched to the point his teeth hurt, but as he tightly closes his eyes, a sob breaks free from his heart and loses control. His daughter, his dear daughter can move. She can walk. Anywhere she wants. And out of all places, she’s in the court… In his court, with the same gavel he had held so many times, the same he still held when it still sounded for justice.

         And all thanks to GEAR’s heart, right?

   Is that why GEAR looks like him? Such an irony. Someone who could be his own reflection was the only one who could do everything he hadn’t been able to do in life.

                                                          “…Thank you.”

   That’s the only thing his voice is able to say between sobs as he covers his face with one of his hands, almost ashamed. What a weird taste in his mouth after saying those words. God knows when was the last time.

             “Thank you. For the love of God, thank you. Thank you so much…”

He watches this unfold, raising a brow as it happens. And then the unexpected--in all his time by Gallerian’s side, he’d never seen him like this. Not really. It’s... surprising, even to GEAR. As surprising as can be, really. And then to be thanked? No one ever thanked him. His job was a thankless one. Not even the Judicial Doll has really ‘thanked’ him, per se... she was cold like that, unsure and uncertain and still learning what emotions were, what they meant, and how to express them, and if expressing them freely was wise. So he blinks. Once, twice. And then the man tilts his head, messy blue hair falling aside. It takes him a moment of watching Gallerian to finally speak, but his voice is quiet, soft. “... I wasn’t going to go anywhere, anyway... don’t... worry about it.” Who he was before becoming ‘GEAR’ did not particularly matter to him. He doesn’t remember quite what he used to be like, anyway, inside that Spoon, so--it’s fine, isn’t it? Like this... well. He’s worried, though. He’s not sure Gallerian will survive to see Court, if the Master of the Graveyard or her servants show up... “I can’t leave, but... if you want to go see her... the courthouse isn’t far from here. But you’ll... have to be careful...”

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ℋeadcanons

GEAR was already a clockworkaholic before ripping his heart out, et al. So when the time came to make the decision, no one really asked or told him to. He just sort of did it, with the reasoning of him never doing anything else anyway, and he felt like it wouldn’t matter since he was always the pessimistic kind of person to believe Utopia couldn’t possibly end well. So he just did it, with the reasoning that she may as well continue living, since Gallerian did all this crap for her in the first place, and if not for him, he wouldn’t have been there.

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   Patience? He could have all the patience he wanted, but not when they were talking about his daughter, not if it was about Michelle. Her life, his life. If GEAR hadn’t gone on talking, Gallerian would have probably ended up shouting at him to speak. He had waited too much already, for a single sign, for a word from someone who knew about her.

   But just to hear him reassuring that she was a doll was like setting his anger on fire. Every word he says feels eternal, and for once, he’s glad that GEAR doesn’t finish his sentence, otherwise he might have just fueled that flame of madness. His daughter wasn’t a doll. She was sick, it was all that incident’s fault. Damaged to no end. But not a doll. not a doll.

   “She’s not…” He’s going to say aloud as the other taps his own chest, but trails off just to listen to the next sentence, hoping that one, at least, will give him some answer without his doll bullshit and be actually finished.

   But certainly, that’s not what he was expecting.

   “…You gave her your power?”

   Was that even possible? He would certainly question it if GEAR wasn’t the Spoon. The Spoon that allowed him to talk with Michelle, to hear her voice just like before.

   “Do you mean you… literally gave her your heart?”

   Gaze on GEAR’s hand, on his chest, where his heart is supposed to be. Yes. That’s what he’s saying, right? Yet he almost fears asking…

   “So… She’s… still alive?”

He smiles, just a little. It’s vague, though, like a whisper on his face. “I suppose I did,” he says slowly, glancing downward. He’s not ashamed of it, though, it’s just... he did that exactly. “She’s... more alive than before, I think... very mobile. She isn’t tied to the clockwork anymore, so she can move where she wants. ... Usually, though, she’s in the courtroom... always holding that gavel... she idolizes you,” he adds at the last moment. She really does. He doesn’t see her often anymore, but... she does.

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ℋeadcanons

GEAR is definitely not Gallerian, he is his own person, but I do think Gallerian heavily influenced his actions and possibly some of why he might have wanted to save the Doll. I can’t say it was love, but he was maintaining that tower, after all, so tirelessly that I do have to wonder if he just felt compelled, since Gallerian basically died and collected all of them for her. It’s possible he might be more of Adam’s influence, in that case, than, say, Eve’s sin. It hardly matters now since he gave so much of himself up, to the clockwork and the doll, but I think it still remains in that he still bothers maintaining it and would probably be as close to sad as a nearly emotionless cog can be if she were to actually die.

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avxritiae:

   His death caused it… So it meant the rest of vessels were awoken as well? At least, all of the vessels he had stored in the theater… And the clockwork in that tower kept Michelle’s heart beating? (Why had he as well called her a doll?)

   Blue eyes glance between cog and gear, and then GEAR himself as the man moves so slowly. It looked like he wasn’t even alive to Gallerian, like he could barely move. Like everything was slower for GEAR than for the rest of the world. And that calm, it upsetted him a bit. It was too dense for him. He liked quick answers, and he needed them.

   Yet once again, it felt so weird to look at GEAR and think he was the Spoon…

   “What do you mean you couldn’t fix it?” 

   His blood has suddenly frozen, forgetting any other question he could have. 

   “What do you mean she had to be attached to this yet ‘you couldn’t fix it’?” He repeats, voice suddenly growing as a threat, but… It’s not. It’s not a threat.

         He’s afraid.

   “My daughter is not a doll like you all say…    Where is she?”

   Where is she? He had lost count of the days he’s already spent looking for her. For the vessels too, but for her more than anything. Yet there was always that hand pressing his heart as if he was going to choke in pain whenever he thought about the chance of her being in the Heavenly Yard…

   Her having been sent to the Hellish Yard with him or her being, somehow, still alive, were his only hopes. If she had died without GEAR being able to save her, then…

   Then he had no idea of how to continue.    At all.

   He could never enter the Heavenly Yard, after all.

“I would’ve gotten to that, if you had any patience.” A small sigh emanates from the former demon of Greed, and he turns a little, glancing out the nearby window... before putting a hand over his chest. He then allows it to fall to his side. “She is a doll, Gallerian. You have to... accept that, now. Her legs wouldn’t work because the wood was... well, anyway. The hands of the clock stopped... so I...” He firmly places his hand over his chest, right above his heart, once more, and taps it, gently. “... Replaced it. I gave my power... to her. All of it. The heart... maintaining this tower... is my duty...” That’s all. He maintains the clockwork. He is a cog, a gear, a piece of it. GEAR. So his name became.

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   “She burned?”

   Michelle is the first to come to his mind, but then again, when is she not? His dear daughter, she was in his arms when his mansion was engulfed by flames… So Gear could be talking about her, right? But what did that have to do with the clocktower? Why did he trail off? He needed to know.

   “Because of me?” He repeats once more, an eyebrow slightly raised. What had he even done for the Spoon to awake? “I’m afraid I was pretty much dead when you woke up.” Well, he still is, right? Kind of. He guesses. “I don’t see what could I have done to have something to do with you at this point.”

   “But, please, go on.” He wouldn’t let that sentence go unfinished. “Go on with what you were saying. She burned… Are you talking about my daughter?

         And this clocktower… what?”

GEAR stares away at one of the cogs, spinning, eternal... always going... he makes sure.  “That’s... what I mean. Your actions, your death... caused all this. You brought us here. And... when she burned, it became bad enough that she had to... be attached to this. Her heart... the doll... couldn’t live...” He motions to the clocktower slowly. His entire being, his movement, all of it is a kind of almost languid state, of someone who seems to have issue expressing their own self. “So I kept it working... but it was breaking down, with her body. I couldn’t... fix it fast enough...” That’s enough information for the moment. He wants to... see. What Gallerian will say to this. What he might ask.

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“...” ... She doesn’t... miss him, that badly. She doesn’t. She’s not--she’s not that weak, so as to be so easy to read. Two simple words-- “... I’m sorry.” She was weak, wasn’t she? She did nothing, and she lost the only person she had. Her precious ‘Father’. She will... surely, surely, succeed in what she has to.

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There is a confused woman with green hair staring at you, Clarith. She's wearing what might or might not be a judge's robes, a gavel in her hand. "State your name."

That… Looks like… But it can’t be. She’s colder, and her hair is slightly more blue. But… But it… It looks just like…

“I-I’m… Ah, I’m… C-Clarith.”

She stutters. She’s too in shock. Who is this…

“…M-Michaela…?”

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madchen-des-weiss:

She wipes her tears. And just nods numbly. It’s strange, still. To be shown mercy where so few had before.

... She will walk over to Clarith and give the girl a light pat on the head. If she’s going to have this ‘child’... maybe she needs to... try to emulate... that kindness she was shown? But she has seen so little of it, so it’s hard, and awkward, like her body. Stiff. Jointed. Fake. Fake. But she is real. ... Alive... Maybe she could sing. People liked it when she sang... she usually ended up luring them here, though, but... Well. She sees nothing better to do, so she’ll hum.