Lunacy-drenched Warrior

Lunatic Psyker K'hahahaha! Don't take this too personally! Affiliated with Amaranth Points: 18 Partner: Takane Drafts: 2

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     “…I didn’t expect you to leave, although I had hoped you would. It seems just like the ‘Add’ I know, you’re going to disappoint me.”

     She could have been nicer about it, but really, why should she? She was being pestered for information (despite it being mostly harmless information) by the person she least wished to give details about herself to. And really, the attitude he had wasn’t helping him in the slightest. His whining, childish demeanor… Couldn’t she ever catch a break? He throws bread at her. He ignores her orders to leave her be. There could be worse first meetings, but that didn’t make this one good.

     A sigh. She looked up at his grinning face, a sort of glare in her eyes. Moby and Remy floated warily by her side. She raised her hand once again before flicking it downward slightly. One of her Nasod spears appeared from nothing and cut through the air, staying motionless for just a moment before vanishing once more.

     “Does that answer your question?” Pause. “Since I’ve shown you the base of my abilities, I request you do the same. What makes you different from Add?” What makes you dangerous? What do I need to look out for? What do I need to be afraid of?

“It seems just like the ’Add’ I know, you’re going to disappoint me.”

Ouch. Psyker raised a brow at the Nasod, his grin slowly turning into a pout. Unbecoming of somebody so proud, surely, but did he care? No. Not when he could probably rip that core out right this second. He could probably surprise her considering how unassuming he was acting and how close he got in such a short time span without her giving him a hostile reaction.

Add shoved those thoughts aside. That, of course, would happen on his own terms. He had other plans for this interaction.

“Disappoint you? Queen, I would never.” The grin was back, pout long forgotten. Magenta eyes flickered to her hand as it moved, a weapon of sorts appearing from thin air and then striking, disappearing without a trace. It took him a couple of seconds to shift his eyes back to the queen but they twinkled with victory. This was further than he got with the other Eve.

A hum of satisfaction followed her plain statement. “Kukuku, it sure does, my queen.” Materialisation of a weapon, most likely nasod in origin; so she probably controlled a variety of weapons rather than servants. A small spark came from his eye as he registered the data. As soon as she asked for him to display his abilities he laughed, stretching his arms into the air and locking his fingers together.

“Of course. It’s only fair-” And pink electricity crawled over Dynamo, bouncing between the ring on his wrist and the nasod technology floating behind him. A nearby light shattered as a small electromagnetic pulse dispersed in the area. The look in Add’s eyes was a little wild as he lowered his hands, clenching and unclenching them to break away the static. “-that I give you a little demonstration. Was that enough for you? Or maybe you’d like another one?”

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@chronovella :: continued from here

He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to actually recognize her as Aisha. Was it the pink outfit? The bubbly laugh and smile (obnoxious and bright, but in this afterlife it was almost a breath of fresh air) that hadn’t been seen in ages? Or maybe it was when she finally spoke up, voice familiar and the one thing he could actually link to the Aisha from his world.

Even if they weren’t the same person (his Aisha wore less clothing and had a not-so-bright atmosphere about her), he wasn’t about to just take the attack without retaliation to figure this out. The shopping bag was placed on the ground, gloved hands scooping up a couple nice, heaping handfuls of snow that quickly turned into lethal weapons of his own.

She had waged war, and he was going to win.

Before she could finish her sentence he hurled his snowballs, the satisfactory sound of them impacting and her dumbfounded words had his face screwing up into one of pure amusement, a couple of snorts escaping.

“Pff-” There was almost no point in holding his laughter though and after a couple of seconds it escaped, Add clutching at his sides and pointing at her. “Holy shit-” another snort “-Aisha, you should’ve seen your face!” His body shook with laughter, anything else he was going to say vanishing in the sheer joy of something so simple.

Maybe this was exactly what he needed after being cooped up for so long in his room in spirals end.

“Haha- oh my god- you just- hahaha,” he tried speaking, and eventually he could grab enough breath to actually say something. “Dude, you almost fell straight on your ass! Of course you deserved that!” For a moment he was quiet, studying her appearance just a little more thoroughly this time before busting out into more peals of laughter at the thought of her almost slipping again.

A unique introduction indeed.

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❄❄❄❄❄ (with added glitter for the /aesthetic/)

When the teen had decided to grab some snacks (candy, chips, and a bottle of flavoured water) from Dandy Mart he wasn’t thinking about being assaulted. In fact, Add was sure he was strong enough to beat off almost anybody who dared to try it. That only extended to people however, and the first snowball that hits him in the back of the head turns whatever smile he had into a frown.

Great. What now?

The albino looks behind him, the second one hitting him right in his face. A third hits him in the shoulder, and then Dynamo blocks the fourth and fifth one. It’s only when he wipes the snow off his face that he notices glitter, and his brows furrow out of irritation.

“Alright who the hell...” His sentence fades as he looks at the person who (most likely) did it, mouth closing before opening again. She was familiar, but... “Aisha?” He couldn’t be too sure.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send ❄ to throw a snowball at my muse!

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punches u gently... with sparkles......

punches you gently… with plasma……

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He didn’t expect to wake up today to a small gift containing both a tiny candy cane and a pair of fuzzy socks; the latter he hesitantly hid in his sock drawer. They were soft and Add was sure they’d feel great if he wore them, but the mere thought of being caught in them made him flush.

Especially by his partner. She’d never let him live it down. He’d like to avoid that if possible.

A smile was brought to his face despite the thought of being embarrassed, the albino taking the candy cane out of its wrapper and sticking it inside his mouth. Not quite the sweet he was partial to, but it’d be something that’d help him focus on his project for today. 

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@lupsyker

“AND THEN I SAID TO HIM: ‘AN ARM AND A LEG? I’VE GOT ENOUGH OF THOSE TO FILL A MODEST POCKET DIMENSION!’ I DIDN’T CATCH HIS FOLLOW-UP OFFER BUT IT’S NOT THAT IMPORTANT.” Laughter (or its equivalent, most of his band of Henchmaniacs didn’t have biology near enough to that of humanity to have mouths, let alone produce breath) echoed around him with a practiced sycophancy that betrayed how long they’d been at this game.

While each of the myriad interdimensional terrors vied for the opportunity to share the details of their own exploits, Bill’s interest waned - the downside of omniscience was that you could only listen to someone detail a story that had played out with minor variation across a subset infinity of the infinite alternate dimensions so many times before you had to vaporize them.

Instead, he spoke to the one member of Amaranth’s two sets of paradoxes his pals had just finished slam-dunking various multicoloured bubbles - and their brief glimpses into the stranger possibilities of the multiverse - onto. “ANYWAY, I’LL ADMIT, THIS CROWD CAN GET A LITTLE ROWDY, BUT YOU CAN’T EXACTLY BLAME ‘EM FOR THINKING YOU’D HAVE SOME FUN WITH BUBBLES OF PURE MADNESS! Y’KNOW, WHAT WITH THE NAME AND ALL.”

He enjoyed the thrill that this apocalypse gave him. The rush of battle was something he had missed oh so dearly, and as his fist collided with one of the creatures it poofed from existence. Plasma was kicked down in a small variant of quake buster, soon leading into what was supposed to be a quicksilver accel, however...

A cacophony of laughs filled his ears, halting him for just a moment until something blindsided him. Everything changed. He could now see a younger him playing with his mother and father, the world around him peaceful with not a hint of war in sight. It passed quickly. Psyker launched himself backwards as his chest heaved. “Khhhh... What?!” And the scenery changed again, this time watching as him from a year ago sparred with... two other versions of him...? Brothers? What the- And once again everything changed to show the him as of now reuniting with someone that looked... no, it was his mother. Briefly his hand stretched out in disbelief before it was torn away and the chaos in the afterlife came back to him.

He jumped backwards out of instinct, chest heaving and eyes darting all over. Flickers of electricity flashed from his left eye. There was so much data to collect. Dynamo shook as his hands clenched, and the voice of someone familiar and not too far off had him whirling around.

Pink eyes finally landed on a floating triangle, yellow and not terrible small. “Madness bubbles? Are you the one behind all of this?” His mental state was stable, but not stable enough. It was clear in the way Add held himself that he was ready to launch at the floating freak nearby, but his focus was disrupted by another thing attempting to slam one of those ‘madness bubbles’ onto him. He moved, Dynamo shifting before a large blast of plasma cut into and through the ground. The thing vaporized. “Khh... Rowdy is an understatement if I’ve ever heard of one.”

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spatialesp:

This catastrophe really did appear out of nowhere, all seeming to come from that Triangle he met a couple of days ago. To think, the two had the bonding experience of burning down a forest (almost) and now he goes and pulls something like this? How upsetting! He would have loved to known the details or reasoning behind this sudden apocalypse. Oh well, whatever. Add didn’t exactly care too much. 

What he had to keep in mind though, was that Bill could be considered the deity of this world for the time being. That his powers greatly surpassed his own. Add may be capable of time travel and destroying entire dimensions, but it almost seemed like nothing compared to his.  Almost like a shitty sandcastle compared to one that was elegant and greatly constructed. The white haired Esper took this opportunity to search around the Core, looking at what changes were happening now that things were getting chaotic.

Any monsters that dared to stand in his path, Add took the opportunity to improve his strength and fight them off, killing them with a wild grin on his features. This event, it was getting exciting, it was exhilarating.  All until the effects of it hit him like the swing of Perkisas’ tail. Hard and unexpected. Dropping onto his knees, he felt like he was ‘shrinking’, the world around him growing bigger as he grew smaller. None of this was actually happening, but to the Diabolic Esper, it certainly felt like reality.

Dynamo dropper, clattering to the ground like silverware on the asphalt. Hands reached up to his neck, tugging at the similar illusion of a shackle on his neck. A burning sensation. He let out a yell, one of agony in painful memory before inhaling sharply. When a voice entered his ears, he looked up. White hair, familiar features–Asker. The Esper sprung forward and curled his fingers around the other’s neck. Digits harshly dug in, a wild gaze on his face until the gasp and noises left the alternative Add. Ah. It was him. It was Lunatic Psyker. 

The ‘child’ pulled away, shying away from him out of fear. He didn’t want to be mocked for his weakness. But, then again, Lusa seemed rather panicked. A shackle on his neck ? Was the other blind? There wasn’t one on Lusa’s neck, only his own. 

“W-What are you talking about…I don’t see one on you. Only your choker and necklace!” Words were weakly thrown out, uncertainty tainting them along with confusion. Was it…Something that was happening because of Bill? Most likely. Taking in a deep breath, he approached Psyker once more and this time, in a careful manner unstrapped the choker around his neck. Mentally, Add had to get up on the tips of his toes just to reach the other’s neck one again. Reality, it was just an outstretch of his hands.

‘E-even if it might be just a hallucination…M-Maybe it’ll relieve him in some sense. I don’t know. I don’t know. But he better get mine off too. I don’t want this.’

There was very little time from when his words stopped that the other actually looked at him. Currently he didn’t care about the weakness he was displaying. All he cared about was getting this damned thing off. He couldn’t tear it off. His Dynamo wasn’t responding. Why was he so weak? Why why why why he had gotten so strong this wasn’t like him why couldn’t he-

In his momentary lapse of concentration the thin man leaped at him, catching the other off guard and soon fingers were digging into his throat. They bypassed the shackle - “Hey what the fuck?!” -, seemingly melting into the metal before pressing against his neck and scar and he couldn’t breathe. The slave driver was clearly getting enjoyment out of this. All Add could do was grit his teeth and try to deal with the sensation of pins and needles spreading throughout his And it stopped, focus and breath returning as he grabbed at the shackle around his neck in futility to soothe his neck.

Esper nervously pulled away, and Psyker could only struggle with comprehending what had just happened. Was he just attacked out of maliciousness? Was his mere presence throwing the other Add’s senses off kilter? The other’s behavior said that it wasn’t intentional - reflex, most likely - but his words were confusing beyond belief.

“W-What do you mean you don’t see one?! It’s right here!” A vicious jab back at his throat with a thumb, this time his words were more harsh than before. The other’s weak and uncertain words were... incredibly uncharacteristic from the one time he had interacted with the Esper. “I don’t know where my choker went! A-And what the hell was that about?! Is there somethi-”

Hands reached out to him once more and Psyker froze this time, breathing speeding up as he expected the other to lash out once more. Much to his surprise however the click-snap of the shackle unlocking was the only thing that happened. No way. It couldn’t have been that simple, could it? He had tried tearing the thing off, but it could’ve just been unclasped? The other pulled away with the thick shackle in hand, and Add put his hand around his throat to cover up the extremely prominent scar. There had to be some privacy. Fingers danced to the soon-to-develop bruises to try and soothe the area. It was tender. He winced.

“W-What was that about? Why’d you just attack me when I asked a simple favor? Y-You don’t hate me that much do you?” Though, really, Psyker had more reason to hate the thinner albino than he did for him. “A-And what are you trying to pull with that timid act? What’s wrong with you?”

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{ @spatialesp​ }

It happened when he was working in his workshop. The voice boomed throughout the apartment, nearly making him spill his coffee and turn to the outside, seeing the absolute chaos ensuing outside followed by the screams of people. A bubble floated up through the side of his apartment, shifting and changing everything it touched into a mass of snakes that promptly dropped down a floor in a hisssss.

Cautious steps brought him to the wall that had crumbled away, eye flashing as he registered the data and hummed. “What the hell was that?” Add craned his head to look upwards, watching as the bubble continued upwards. “Huh? ...Well I can’t say I’ve ever seen that happen before.” Turning back to the outside at the chaos, he could see what looked to be demons chasing civilians, and he was reminded of the time in the Elparty. Ah. So even the afterlife wasn’t safe from these kinds of things.

A metallic snap followed by a choking sensation and the jingling of a chain instinctively brought his hands to his neck. Oh. Oh no. El Lady please. Please oh goddess no. His hands wrapped around a thick metal collar that was where his choker used to be. The sensation of imprisonment sank in, metal firmly scraping against the scar on his skin gave him a solid three seconds of realization before pure unadulterated panic set in.

He could rip it off. He was strong. This would never happen again. Ever. His fingers pried at it but after a minute or two of frantically trying to tear it apart was found to be fruitless he switched tactics. Dynamo. Plasma. It could cut through it. One shifted right above the metal, a small spark of electricity popping from the pointed tip before there was nothing. A block. “Come on, Dynamo! What are you doing?!” But no matter how much he tried to gain access to the power inside of it there seemed to be a block. Something that he couldn’t reach.

“You’re kidding me!” It was a mix of anger and fear, one of his hands never leaving the shackle as he peered out of the hole in his wall. There was someone else with... the same amount of power here. He could get it off. Add jumped out of the hole in the wall with the destination in mind, Dynamo shifting to carry him. It didn’t take long for the albino to spy his target amidst the crowds, uncharacteristically huddling against a building in... fear?

The closer he got to the ground, the more unstable his Dynamo was at carrying him until eventually they gave out. Psyker was left to catch himself, the impact jarring but he’s definitely had worse. Heavy footfalls brought him to the other Add, eye briefly flickering as he took in the other’s incredibly unstable mental state. This wasn’t about the other though. This was about him. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and this was truly his last resort.

“Hey!” He called out to grab the doppleganger’s attention, voice shaking with panic. “Diabolic Esper- you! Can you get this- Can you do me a favor- like, now? Please?!” He gestured to the choker around his neck with a hand, magenta eyes wide and pleading. It still looked the same to everybody else; the only difference was visible to Psyker in the form of a prison shackle. “I- Look- Can you get this shackle off? I can’t- My Dynamo isn’t- I’m begging here, isn’t that enough?”

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     Was this a sick “joke?”

     His name couldn’t actually be Add. No, it could be. His voice was the same, same name, same face, but no. It doesn’t have to actually be him. It’s a joke, that irritating sense of “humor.” Doubtlessly, this was some sort of prank that the Esper she knew had put someone up to, meant to frustrate her and confuse her, correct?

     The appearance of another version of herself was enough. She couldn’t possibly accept that there was more than one of him here.

     Once she got over her initial irritation about having bread thrown at her to grab her attention, she began to think about his words. He would be correct in assuming Oberon and Ophelia carried no significance for her.

     “No. I’ve never met anyone by either of those names before. Now leave me be.”

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As she denied any sort of knowledge about the nasod servants that followed his queen around, he merely hummed in response while a flicker of pink light came from his left eye. Figured.

The clear dismissal caught him a little off guard. Did knowing that there were two Adds make her that uncomfortable...? Regardless, he saved himself from some undignified spluttering at her words.

“Wha- Oh, come on Eve! I got your attention for a reason. You can’t just expect me to leave after getting one question answered.” It was almost childish the way he said it. Punctuated with a near-whine, he took a couple broad steps to stand next to her before looking down at the nasod with a grin. “You can at least tell me what makes you different from my queen. If you don’t have nasod servants, then what do you do?”

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T.W.T.W.

[cyberneticactor]

     It didn’t take a genius to figure out that just by his voice, and the fact that he hadn’t gone straight to tear her to shreds that this wasn’t quite the same Add she knew. But really, that didn’t matter. It was too soon. His voice brought back the maniacal laughter she heard, the horror, the pain. She didn’t want this. No way could this be her situation. This had to be a mistake.

     “Loosen up a little?” Was he joking? Loosen up, when she’d been murdered by him (as far as she knew, him, at least)? He had to be joking. Sick joke. Ridiculous. She wanted to puke. But it looked like she didn’t have much choice. Either she was going to get up and go find him, or he was going to come and find her. And she’d had quite enough of being hunted down.

     Forcing down the sick feeling, Takane stood up, her entire body trembling, but she wasn’t going to bother to stop that. She knew for a fact she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried. Slowly, cautiously, Takane made her way to the room where he waited, peeking around the corner to see him.

     He certainly looked different. Different hairstyle, different build, different atmosphere, even, but the face was the same, except he didn’t have those weird eyes. She hid back behind the corner, failing to steady her breathing. Now or never, Takane. Get him out of here before something bad happens.

     “J…Just get out! Listen to me! This isn’t your goddamn apartment, so get out, okay..?!” As soon as she exposed herself, she had to yell in a poor attempt to hide the fact that she was absolutely terrified. The sooner this guy left her alone, the better.

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As he waited for an answer his eyes roamed the apartment of his partner, disgust soon reigning over his features. This place was filthy. How could someone even live here? Nothing seemed to be organized with clothes and empty bottles thrown all over the place. Did they partner him up with a slob? His lip curled.

Okay maybe it wasn’t as bad as he was making it sound, but he didn’t want to deal with this. He could’ve handled maybe one singular article of clothing here and there, maybe the odd piece of trash as well, but this was beyond irritating. Chances are he was going to have to stay here for a while because of what the guidebook had stated. Add did not want to temporarily live in a damn trash heap.

Shuffling from the other room brought him out of his daze and he turned to watch a small girl peek, retreat, and then come out only to yell at him. This was getting old already. A sigh. She certainly didn’t look strong, and from her behavior he could only guess that he was already going to have a bad time. Great. Basically everything he didn’t want he got.

“That’s not introducing yourself. And you listen to me,” he growled, maybe a little harsher than intended. The chair squeaked as it was moved back, boots knocking aside an empty can as he strolled over to her. If she wasn’t going to initiate the greeting then he would. “I’d rather be somewhere else but I’m stuck here with you for the moment.”

He stopped in front of Takane, Dynamo slowly dropping from it’s aggressive stance as he held out his hand. The other one made its way into his pocket. “If you don’t want to start I will. Name’s Add. I’m your new partner.”

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@destructivecode || continued from here

So this was the other Eve that bastard had mentioned. Silver hair, Moby and Remy floating off to the side, core in the center of her forehead, she was there in all of her queenly glory.

But she wasn’t his Empress.

“My name,” he started, a toothy smile on his face “is Add. Lunatic Psyker to be more specific. The bread was something to get your attention. Keheh, looks like it worked.” And Add stood there, hands in his pockets as he observed her. It was clear she was trying to wrap her head around another Add, just like the Queen he had met a little bit ago. “Let me guess, my Queen; the names Oberon and Ophelia have no meaning to you as well.”

[psiker-deactivated20170915]

Now this was interesting. He took note of how the Lunatic Psyker displayed his dynamo. Just what was different about his own and this alternative self? It was amusing to see him get angered over not having his say was rather interesting too. They were the same, yet also vastly different in many ways. He wondered how much of the same thought processing they had. He’d definitely be worth experimenting on. 

“You’re a fool to think that I’m weak asking for assistance. Have you not come to realise that you’re in a completely different world. You should take my words kindly, as I’m the one who would be feeding you new information about this world and the way it works, because…”

Trailing off,  there was a large cracking noise. Esper had disappeared and soon reappeared behind Lusa, fingertips briefly pressed against his neck, his own Dynamo shifting in front of the man’s gaze and letting out a glow; not electricity but the manipulation of time and space itself. 

“I know this place like the back of my hand. I know what could kill you and what wouldn’t be able to kill you. Yet you, you don’t know a single thing, especially with that scrap metal of yours. It’s lacking the data of this world, kukukuk…” He didn’t know everything about Amaranth, surely no one truly could. But he knew way more than this other version of himself, knowledge was superior to strength.

After that mockery, he teleported back a safe distance from the Lunatic Psyker, a cracked grin brimming with malevolence as he stared the other down. “K’haha. If you wanna leave the offer now, then that’s fine. Because I also know the location of the other Eve. You don’t. Maybe you are right, you’re proving to be rather useless. I’d hate to have such a hindrance mess up my research so far.”

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The words he was rewarded with had Add’s smile turn downward. Of course he knew he was in a completely different world. He was dead. And it wasn’t like he had explicitly stated the other was weak. Implied? Sure, but even Psyker would admit that taking out Eve by himself would be difficult. None of what the other said had answered any of his questions though. If anything, it served to irritated him even more. With a retort on his tongue he got ready to speak.

It was put on indefinite hold as the man before him vanished, followed by sudden physical contact on his neck. His neck. Pink eyes widen, flickers of data collection and instinctual commands sparking from his eye as he tensed up. Reflexively his hand clenched, the beginnings of a charged punch dancing along the glove.

What the absolute fuck.

The glow from the other’s Dynamo was clearly not electricity. There was a certain feeling that came from seeing it, not quite like static but something... not normal. It wasn’t plasma though, that was for certain. Words fly through his head, read out in a cold and detached voice - a master of time and space. useful in the battlefield, but fickle and unpredictable - as he recalls what the Eve had said about a ‘Diabolic Esper’.

And then he was gone, taunting Add from the other side of the room once more.

“Khhhhhh...” A hiss escaped through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to reach up and touch where he had just been violated. What could have been simple cooperation changed within the span of only a few seconds, and everything had become so much more complicated. All of the signs that they were the same person were there - Dynamo (albeit unaligned), the mark over the eye with the damned chip in it, and his voice (more deranged than his own however) - but Psyker couldn’t accept it. They couldn’t be the same person.

There was no way he could end up like that.

“Useless? I’m answering your goddamn questions while you’re gloating about your knowledge. If anyone is being useless, it’s you, so don’t talk to me like I’m your pet. You came to me for this little project of yours, now answer my question.” This time he was poised to strike, glove never losing its pink glow. He wasn’t about to be caught off guard again. “What do you get out of helping me obtain Eve’s codes? Data? Someone doing the work for you?” A sneer found its way onto his face. “Keheheh... I could snap you like a twig so it’s no wonder you’re looking for help.”

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     “ i am no brute. “

her tone’s a little too terse for her liking, words clipped short. eve would rather not answer any question pertaining to her own person ( a preference, as well as a safety precaution against him ). but at the same time, she yearned to ask her own set of inquiries; the passing knowledge of herself utilizing servants was one she wanted to know and understand.

     “ i would rather not divulge too much about him. “ because he was her comrade? friend? did a sense of loyalty hold her back? nonsense. the el search party; a mismatch of people on a mission, were connected loosely from one simple theft and subsequent meetings. and yet they called each other friends. eve herself didn’t tread close with the other members once she’d become the battle seraph, but she’d known them ( or most of them ) to be kind; a group she was ( eyes close, reminiscing ) comfortable with in the past and… and…

stop. 

     “ but in essence, you seem to be the same as him. “ she motions to nothing in particular, blinking her eyes open ( always going codes, codes, codes ). “ in terms of raw power, however, no comparisons can be made as of now. “

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“Of course you’re not. If you were, I’d probably be concerned.” The Queen he knew was never one to be directly in the center of the fray, rather providing support with her assistants. Even though this Eve had no recognition of the two servants, it was a little reassuring that she wasn’t about to be cracking skulls with her own two hands. At least there was some similarity between the two.

There was also something a little disappointing about it, but maybe that was his own bias speaking.

Add’s hand dropped from his face as he placed them inside his pockets, and then leaned in close to get a good look at her. She wouldn’t give him the information he wanted, or at the very least something else to work with? Was he expected to deal with mere scraps of knowledge? “Kukuku... Maybe you’re fond of him? I don’t see why you couldn’t tell me a little bit more about this Add from another world, Queen.”

His teeth are sharp, grin just a little more wild at the mention of raw power. Dynamo shifts only a little bit but it’s noticeable, going from relatively docile hovering to something more aggressive. Fingers flex out of instinct, hands clenching inside his pockets. “Come on, you can give me just a little bit more information on him, can’t you? What kind of power does he wield? How strong is he, Eve?”

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He sighs, batting one away and catching the other two. This person didn’t seem to really have their heart into throwing bread at him. Add merely throws them back. “Don’t waste my time. I don’t want this damn bread.”

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Of course he expected something to happen one of these days upon entering her apartment aside from the usual screeching, but he didn’t expect one loaf of bread to hit him square in the chest.

Oh, so she was in on this too. He guesses he can deal until more loaves are thrown. And more. And- “Are you kidding me? Sto-Taka-Ta-Kid-Knock it off!” By the time the last loaf hits him he’s once again covered in crumbs. He counted them too. 20. 20 loaves. Add picks up a couple and chucks it back at her as hard as he can, infuriated and baring his teeth. “Where the hell did you get all this damn bread?!”