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titansmessenger:
Surely, this was a low point for the emperor. It had been centuries since he’d had to rely on public transportation, but he had little choice here.
It was quiet, at least, save for the monotonous rumble of the mostly-empty bus. He gazed out the window, watching the tall buildings and many shops go by with mild disinterest.
@grandhuntsman
“Phillip!” Unceremonious was the interruption to call attention to the entity which had (evidently) appeared out of thin air next to the man, their legs folded a clean three inches above the ‘rat fur’ upholstery of the bus bench.
“We’re going there, right? You saaaaiiiid you’d take me. So are we going? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗˀ ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗ . . . . . . . . . ”
grimflyer:
… that voice.
he draws in a breath sharply, holding it, as flapjack awakens with a start.
no— no no no, not you— just leave me alone…!
his heart pounds in his ears, filling his head, and for a moment, it’s all he can hear. seized by fear, hunter barely manages to peer towards the sound, otherwise frozen in place. he recognises that voice— the memory haunts him still. whatever this thing is, it’s helping belos. it knows things no-one else in the emperor’s service does, it… it knows what he really is.
sitting bolt upright, his eyes dart about his surroundings wildly, sweat beading at his temple while his palisman perches at his shoulder, scanning the darkness. he barely registers its words, throwing off the blanket and hastening to his feet when it speaks again.
“ wh-what are you?! ” his voice quavers as he backs away from the darkest corners of his confines, “ what do you want?! ”
Fitting snugly into the black and empty areas deep within the canopy, the Collector considered the other with an attuned eye. Of course, he should have figured that the grimwalker would be in no mood to play-- but he couldn’t say he wasn’t disappointed.
“Ugh....so boring...”
A long sigh filled the space as the Collector’s shadowy form seeped between the leaves. The weight of the wind amid the branches almost seemed to extend the sound as their inky form traveled around the perimeter of the clearing the grimwalker had evidently decided to call home.
While their form began to form a dark ring about the other, little mind was paid to any further discomfort it might cause him. Instead, bright eyes opened against a curtain of dark, peering with unabashed curiosity. And then he spotted it-- surprise inspiring a faint and echoing flurry of laughter to accompany his next remark.
“No way-- is that his palisman?! Where’d you even get that?”
clawthornekinged:
@grandhuntsman // sc.
“ ….uh, hi there! collector…ol’ buddy, ol’ pal… heheh… “ he gave a quiet, uneasy laugh and tried to slowly back away. this was the last person he thought he’d see here - and perhaps the last he’d want to see, other than the emperor himself. “ well, i’m sure you’ve got a lotta things to do here, so….”
“W...w-wait wait wait-- hold on!” The Collector moved quick to cut the other off, form stretching over and above King to scrutinize him with a squint.
“You look familiar....” Like...really familiar. And-- suddenly-- it struck him with a sharp gasp. “--No way...it’s you! Haha! Found you! Wow, your pops really must have found a great hiding spot. You gotta show me! Hey, what’s your name--?”
“Wait...’buddy’? ‘Pal’? We have met, haven’t we?”
titansmessenger:
Philip held his breath, gauging the Collector’s reaction with a sharp, attentive gaze. He was pleased that there was still concern mixed in with the suspicion.
Without a being like a titan around, it would likely be impossible to contain the Collector should he ever break free from his prison. In the meantime, he had to mitigate the possibility of such a situation ever occurring as best as he could. It seemed that here, only the power of the Stars could keep them at bay. Oh, to have a fraction of that might…
“Mess things up? Oh, Collector, this isn’t about me,” Philip stated, the lies flowing easily. “Tales of eclipses that bring about frightening creatures, individuals with terrifying abilities, the Stars themselves that give and take your abilities at their own whim - it makes the Boiling Isles feel like little more than a playground.”
Philip turned his back to the Collector, shutting his eyes as his robes swished around him.
“Trust me when I say this world is hostile. That even the most familiar faces may harbor darkness in their hearts, tainted by this wretched place. Now, let me repeat myself - surely you don’t want to get hurt again?” Philip asked, peeking over his shoulder to clock the being’s response.
Tempting through it was to cut the human off at the quick, even the Collector was not completely immune to that sickly sweet tone Phillip so favored when coercion served key to his success. So-- while far from unfamiliar with the ease with which the emperor weaponized such wiles-- the Collector still managed to think themself above that degree of manipulation. Phillip was his friend, after all! Everything he’d done thus far was as much in service to them as it was himself. Then...if Phillip was assured this was in their best interest...maybe it was worth listening.
Besides...he did have a point. The way the Stars had delivered the Collector-- a powerless shadow-- it was a degree of strength with which they had rarely had the opportunity to contend. Only a titan was on par with that sort of might...! Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all...maybe it would be fun.
“Terrifying? Pbbhhhttt,” The Collector blew a raspberry that echoed through the empty hall as their form pooled down like liquid at the foot of the altar. “What do you know about them?” Unbridled curiosity leaked into this facetious remark as the Collector began to slide forward towards Philip along the ground-- until their shadowy form collected beneath him in the likeness of a waxing moon orbited by stars, all spinning in a vaguely disorienting way. In this fashion their voice came from all around Phillip, encapsulating him.
“Are you scared of them?”
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“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
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titansmessenger:
The emperor could not help but tsk softly at the Collector’s whimsy. If he was not limited to the confines of the round tablet, he would have to get creative in occupying his time. The risk of them fraternizing with his enemies was another complication this world offered. Not to mention if he wanted any reliable periods of quiet…
“It would be simpler to track it down than rebuild it, but I suppose that may not be a bad idea,” Belos murmured at the mention of his staff, mostly to himself. Perhaps rebuilding it to accommodate the strange arcana of this world would make sense. Another subject to explore on his seemingly endless to-do list.
Philip watched, almost with delight, as the words he put forth snapped the Collector out of his mirth. He approached the shadowy form, folding his arms behind his back.
That moment of hesitation was exactly what he was looking for, and he intended to fully capitalize on it. Striking like a viper, it almost took effort to force his cynical smile into one with more pity.
“People like us, we’re misunderstood. We have such beautiful visions of the world, and yet…” Philip trailed off, the words coming easily to him. “It was precisely those awful denizens of the Demon Realm that put you in that prison. They were cruel to you, could not see what joys you could bring to the world. You trusted them with your heart, and what did they do?”
“They locked you away.”
Brow furrowed, the Collector looked down upon his company, seeking clarification for the awful insinuation put forth. He had been so excited to break free-- to finally make the most of what life beyond his prison had to offer-- he’d never considered whether or not that world would welcome his coming.
Under normal circumstances, of course, that was a matter easily dealt with-- and done so by means which some would coin ‘nefarious’, for the breadth of the Collector’s ability to command others was something unparalleled. Whether this inspired others to fawn or fear them, Collector themself couldn’t attest to, as they seemed almost incapable of reading the horror in the eyes of those they had formerly influenced. After all, what was a little coercion to pry a wallflower onto the dance floor?
However, he had no such power here...
Suddenly shy in the face of such a scrutinizing gaze, the Collector’s form melted down into the fabric of the tapestry, speaking without giving Phillip the opportunity to gauge their expression in full.
“That was a long time ago. He didn’t think my games were any fun...” The entity put forward, their tone restrained, hoping not to attest fully to the sadness such a remark inspired. They then collected themself once their form had saturated the tapestry entirely, bisected now into two grey hues. From here, their eyes opened, once more showing Phillip their face-- an expression which was equal parts cowed and suspicious.
“Wait... You’re just trying to keep me from chatting up any of your precious followers.” They now accused, annoyance shortly traded in for a tone that begged for their friend’s contradiction. “You think I’m gonna mess things up for you--! That’s why you don’t want me talking to anyone!”
whohassummonedme:
You can only swear if Besty swears.
He is your older brother, after all.
“What!?”
“That’s not faaaaaiiiiiiiirrrrrrr!”
“Hehehee, wow! Swearing sure looks like fun!”
grimflyer:
“ i-i’ll… i’ll be here. promise.
… uh. bye. ”
that’s… the third time he’s listened to her message in the past ten minutes, as if he’s still trying to process every word. curled up tightly beneath the blanket, hunter clutches his phone in quivering hands, the light from its screen flooding his face while flapjack nestles beside him, fast asleep.
his thumb trembles over [ RETURN CALL ]— luz was there, and she saw everything… but what is he supposed to do with that? who can he even turn to anymore? a part of him wants to call her back, to entrust her with his anger, his dread, his tears… but he just… can’t. all he can do now is switch off the device, pull the blanket over his head, and pretend, just for a little while, that it keeps him safe.
The first pass he could excuse, interest piqued only so far as to cast a curious glance in the direction from which the sound had come. But by the second round the familiarity of the voice-- distant and distorted though it was-- attracted the entity nearer, until every word was audible beneath the persistent rustle of the wind in the trees.
From far above the hunched figure, two bright eyes blinked in the cloak of darkness the canopy beget them, taking in the scene unfolding below with a discerning gaze. The puddle of blanket effectively thwarted Collector from immediately clocking the familiar countenance. Instead their curiosity abounded as they perceived the trembling pile from the safety of their concealed vantage point, little mind paid to the start they might cause the poor soul when they spoke:
“What’cha doin’..?”
“Ooo-- are you playing hide and seek? Can I play?” The Collector scarcely awaited an answer-- any hushed recordings of ‘memories’ or the ‘isles’ long-since banished from their thoughts in lieu of a bit of fun in the moment. So above did their dark form weave further into the trees, finding a particularly dark cranny from which to call out.
“Bet you can’t find me!”
titansmessenger:
“Had I known you were here, perhaps I would have given you more of a chase,” Belos allowed himself a small laugh, knowing by now how to entertain the entity that pursued him. He was perfectly familiar with the Collector’s dramatic shadowy displays, and was unfettered with their demands.
“I know as much about your tablet as you do,” the man remarked truthfully. “Perhaps you ought to go look for it? Now, that would make for a fun game. You’ll have to tell me where it is, of course. Perhaps you could even track down my staff! Now wouldn’t that be fun?”
Yet he could not suppress a deep sigh as the Collector expressed excitement over Spirale. What was a complete uproot from his situation would of course be little more than another playground for the ancient being.
Titan forbid they ever actually be freed. He wouldn’t hear the end of it.
“Mm, as fun as that sounds, involving others? I’m not so sure, Collector,” Belos spoke mournfully, spying an opening for an opportunity that would finally bring him some benefit. “If anything, I’ve found most of the people here are quite cruel. No better than the Boiling Isles, really. I would be careful who you speak to. Whose to say they would treat you with any sort of kindness?”
The Collector perked up a little bit as the challenge was issued, their limp and shadowy form elevating once more from the stairs to instead appear framed against the elegant backdrop of the church interior.
“Maaaybe....”
“Buuuut I’m not in the mood right now!” He declared, perfectly secure in the sense of entitlement and control this remark reflected. As far as he was concerned, he had little reason to preoccupy himself with the intricacies of the delicate balance of power that existed between himself and the emperor-- Phillip was his friend, after all!
Although...the idea wasn’t all bad! A tablet hunt was a perfectly fine game he could play on his own. However-- given that alone time was all they had known as of late-- it held far much less appeal than the excitement Spirale had to offer.
Mention of the staff brought the Collector back, and they were swift to scoff at the suggestion, their form rotating ever slightly in midair as they issued a scornful retort.
“That old thing? Why bother-- when we can just make a new one!” They exclaimed gleefully, their shadowy self now winding their way up the tapestries that adorned the walls with a laugh until they could fold their arms atop the uppermost bar that held the heavy fabric aloft, gazing down at Phillip with a gleeful expression.
Just so-- that mirth was fleeting, displaced in an instant by an intense and hollowed-out feeling rooted in the pit of their stomach.
“Whose to say they would treat you with any sort of kindness?”
“Huh? Wha-...what do you mean?” Those scant few he’d had the opportunity to engage had seemed perfectly nice on their surface...granted, this was a counterpoint the entity thought better of than to broach off the bat. If he could only get a greater sense of clarity from the other man...perhaps they’d be better situated to make that assessment for themself..!
whohassummonedme:
I apologize for getting serious, little one, but I must. I am deeply grateful for the two of you bonding. I feel like it would do wonders for you both.
That is all you are getting from me in terms of niceties.
I refuse to kill Steve. That is also all you are getting out of me.
“So long as you’re not planning on trapping me in some dumb mountain too...” The Collector gave a huff that soon morphed into a pout-- which then duplicated into a ring of shadowy figures that flanked the Nightmare Knight on all sides, each uttering the same discontented whine all at once.
“But why not? I wanna know...!”
wandersinger:
“Me! I’m asking,” Kiwi says. The accusation slides off them like water off a duck’s back.
“I’m guessing this Phillip person’s your friend, but he doesn’t want you to make new ones?”
And just like that the transgression was forgotten, as the Collector instead released a weary sigh.
“Yeah...he never lets me see anyone. Even when they were there I had to be quiet or I’d ruin our game... Do you have friends like that?”
whohassummonedme:
Oh yes, by your ‘father’ that the ‘two of you’ ‘share’. I had ‘forgotten’ your ‘relation’.
Thebestmaster is incredibly powerful. His capability for creation is nigh-infinite. To have someone that trusting, that willing to please be free, and used by someone like Steve… I could not bear it, I could not allow it.
It is fine to sit alone with my thoughts. It is what I deserve.
The Collector let out a giggle accompanying the other’s remark. Whether or not he actually believed it-- the Nightmare Knight’s indulgence of the made-up relation still humored the youthful entity before his next words brought them a tinge more down to earth.
“Huh...I didn’t know Besty could do something like that. Ohmygosh, I can’t wait to get free and play together! With power like ours-- we’d have endless fun!”
“Um, but why didn’t you just...get rid of Steve?”
wandersinger:
Kiwi doesn’t know who this shadow kid is, but it looks like they’re going through a few things.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Nothing wrong with lending a helping hand, right?
“Hm--? Who’s askin’!?” Collector turned on the stranger (perhaps a bit more accusational than was necessary). “You’re not gonna go tell on me to Phillip, are you?”
"Ugh, I’m tired of playing the silent game whenever anyone came by. Like I’m just supposed to avoid them all now?” Collector posed the question to themself, permitting but a scant moment of contemplation before evidently giving themself an answer in turn.
“No way! I-I wanna make friends too...!” Yeah! This wasn’t the Boiling Isles after all. The rules were totally different here! He needn’t stay hidden at Phillip’s discretion forever, right?
“But...he’s my friend. I don’t want him to be mad either...”