DISSONANCE

ind. & sel. dist the reaper from tales of the abyss. written by toast.

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war-mmachine:

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oh Jade…

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He'll just-- nonchalantly start braiding strands of hair on the side of Dist's head. This is why Jade should never be bored.

Dist shoots him a skeptical look, but he’s not shoving Jade away just yet. Of all the ways for Jade to get up close and personal…this really isn’t what Dist was expecting.

“Is this another prank? Or are you into doing hair now?”

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bloodyhowlings:

“Is this one going to…break too?” She asked, cocking her head to the side like a curious puppy. Would Dist be upset if she told him that she’d like some of the metal for her friends to chew on? Maybe she’d take a piece in secret when he wasn’t looking.

“Largo told me that he thinks you should be working harder.”

“That’s not out of the question.” Arietta’s on the right track. Realistically, this robot is going to end up as a pile of scrap...just like all the other ones. “But if it breaks, I’ll just rebuild it.” Which is the perk to working with fontech. 

Dist lets out a bark of laughter at the mention of Largo. “He does, does he? That brute can’t even understand what I’m doing here! He should keep his thoughts to himself.”

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war-mmachine:

“Can’t take a joke? I really thought you would have developed thicker skin by now. By the looks of it, the only thing thicker is your head.”

“Just...shut up!”

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tomodachiguy:

He didn’t believe those words when they were first said, long before this, and he’s not sure he believes them, now. Dist follows most orders without care because they don’t affect him. He’s a better soldier in many ways than some of these “warriors”. But also…

“Of course. I wouldn’t take up your time for something like that.”

He stands from his seat to contemplatively walk the perimeter of the room until he’s settled in front of an open window. The breeze off of the sea is cool enough to dampen the hot summer day, and he takes it in for a second before returning his attention to the conversation.

“Everything is proceeding according to plan.” As pleased as he is with it, he doesn’t seem overly confident. “With it will bring more difficulties. More battles. I’m not going to ignore the obvious conflict of interest here.” Still, the expression he wears is of concerned friend.

“Are you capable of killing Jade? And before you try to avoid the real question, I don’t mean physically.”

Dist follows Guy to the window, trailing after him like a dog on a leash. Between the bright day outside and the gentle sea breeze, there’s an overwhelming sense of tranquility that belies the intensity of what comes next.

When Guy voices his question, Dist feels like the floor has been ripped out from under him.

For one second, two seconds, three – he can’t breathe, something is squeezing his chest like a vise. 

“...What?” His arms fall to his sides, hands unconsciously clenching into fists, nails digging into his palms despite the gloves he’s wearing.

“Why–” He fumbles for the words to voice his concern. “Does Jade need to be killed?” Does it have to be me?   

Part of him is terribly afraid. Afraid that Guy will say ‘you must’. Afraid that he will take any question as a personal affront. Does he understand that, in so many ways, Jade is the irrevocable center of Dist’s own universe? Even now, Dist revolves around him, unerring. It’s an unspoken fact; how things have always been, and how they will always be.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand why you’re asking.”

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war-mmachine:

“Oh. Dist. I didn’t see you there. What hole have you crawled out of?”

“I am not going to encourage that train of thought. Quit playing around.”

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bloodyhowlings:

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A small whine, something so high pitched that it was barely audible, left her throat. She looked up at the strange, but still impressive machine Dist had finished working on. She wasn’t allowed to touch it, Dist would get angry with her and start to yell.

But those things were interesting! They moved around and they could attack a lot like her friends could. Sometimes they were even warm like they were alive! But they never said anything to Arietta.

“…Is this one going to fight too?”

Dist glances over at Arietta – the girl looks even smaller than usual, in comparison with the huge machine standing before her. He’s not really sure why she’s so interested. Does she understand that it’s not really alive in the same way as her beastly friends? At least she’s not touching it without permission again. 

“Yes, it is,” he answers simply. It’s a weapon, more or less. What else would it be doing? Well...he has some ideas on that subject, but they’re best reserved for another time. And another audience. “That’s what I built it for.”

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war-mmachine:

“Was that the wind? My, it’s quite drafty in here.”

“I am. Right. Here. Don’t ignore me!”

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war-mmachine:

“…This is already too much for my poor soul to take.”

“.....Hey.” 

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tomodachiguy:

“Right on time.” It’s said as way of greeting, accompanied with that usual, even smile and a gesture for the God General to enter his study. Truthfully, Dist was a little early—but that’s no concern. Guy appreciates punctuality. “Thanks for taking the time to meet with me. Don’t worry, I’ll try to be quick.”

Of course, that depends heavily on Dist himself. If he chooses to argue or debate over something, then he’ll extend this out longer than it needs to be. Guy’s anticipating it, though—Dist may agree obediently when it’s something that’s none of his concern ( as most things tend to be ) but when something close to his heart is brought into question, can he really still be so docile?

“We’re getting close, you know. Everything’s coming together pretty well, don’t you think?”

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Dist makes his entrance with a theatrical bow in the doorway. “It’s no trouble,” he affirms, before sauntering over to Guy himself. “I am at your service, as always.”

He stands at attention (well, his version of attention), hands clasped behind his back. Dist is well-known for his fickle nature, and his loyalties are just as mercurial. But Guy is, apparently, one of the few exceptions to this. To say that Dist respects him is perhaps an exaggeration, but he’s a step up from Van, at any rate. Guy is good to him – doesn’t treat him as a poor replacement for Jade, doesn’t laugh at him or dismiss his ideas outright – and that is enough to gain Dist’s obedience in return.

“You’re quite right. All is proceeding smoothly. Is there anything, in particular, that you wanted to inquire about?”

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                This monster lies trapped in her own nightmare

                               'He’ is a tyrant,                                                               I let out a plea

                    Why did you have to leave me all alone?

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akashicgale:

“Van is the reason we came together as generals, regardless of our individual goals. I want to know if he survived and if we have the means to still make that replica world Van was–is so dead-set on.” Sync shrugged. If Van was dead then what was the point of continuing on? Sync just turned back to looking at the ship.

“We didn’t have any way to figure it out. Can you open the ship up?”

“Right. Of course.” Dist said, without putting any particular effort into sounding convincing. He’s always followed his own whims, of course. The idea of Van uniting him with anyone is a ridiculous idea, something the Commandant himself likely invented!

...The ship? Oh. Good point, Sync. Train of thought derailed, Dist nodded and stepped to the side of the craft, punching a combination into a (somewhat) disguised keypad. A beep of recognition responded, and a hatch swung open. “Here you go.” He gestured toward the doorway. “Replicas first.”

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akashicgale:

Well, if Dist was that confident then Sync saw no reason to worry. The man was known for his way with fon tech. He wasn’t even going to begin to ask him how it worked–if he didn’t understand fon tech, he wouldn’t understand this. 

“As long as Van survived, nothing else matters.” Well, it’d be helpful to have a few of the other Generals around…but–well. Auldrant was gone? What was the point anymore?

“Other worlds, huh… Did you ever look into anything like this?”

“You really just care about Van?” Dist couldn’t help but scoff. He’d figured as much...but why can’t Sync just enjoy his freedom while he has it? Still – Dist has his own person he wants to find, whether Van is alive or not. 

“The idea of other worlds has been suggested by some researchers, but it was something many people didn’t believe in. And the vast majority of all our other problems were, as you know, closer to home.” He shrugged. “I didn’t see the point in studying it.”

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akashicgale:

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“Are you sure this thing can fly?” He asked, looking at the machine skeptically. Even for Dist’s work…this was… Well, it was certainly colorful. It also seemed like over half of it’s construction was just guns. Definitely Dist’s handiwork. The replica crossed his arms and turned back to the older man.

“… You really believe what they said? About Auldrant being gone?”

“Of course I am!” Dist grinned as he stood proudly in front of his latest creation. “This is a new medium, but the basics are simple enough. It’ll work perfectly!” Between his own knowledge, and the instruction from the person who’d been kind enough to lend them some materials to get started, making the ship had been almost easy. 

However, despite his optimistic attitude, Sync’s questions about Auldrant brought him pause. “Well...” Dist admitted, “It sounds likely, but I imagine other people survived, just like we did.”

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Literally shoves Dist into a locker