“A grade 1 fixer…? That’s neat! Me? I never did much fighting back before all of this. I was an academic, or at least it’s what I was aiming to be. My parents raised me in the Wings, and I probably had a good future ahead of me before I got my first internship with … well, you probably know about all that, right? Since you went through L Corp. And that’s where you met the other me.” She says other me and it could be concluded she means the other universe, but both of them know it went further than that. Her unstable mind, racked with insecurity and desperation, drove her to do unspeakable things and treat people horribly.
Malkuth subconsciously picks up an errant candle on the desk and squeezes the glass container gently between her fingers. A nervous fumble as she momentarily lets herself fall into what was still a disturbingly deep hole of her past. It passes, however, without need of any interruption or assistance of the other patron. Her smile is back! And she had other things to do and talk about anyway.
“Oh but that’s really interesting! And cool, once you can get it working. With how all of us are pretty much tied to the library finding new ways of travelling can only be a good thing! Outside of taking some of the light for us to make ourselves independent again. That doesn’t feel exactly right, though. There could be another way for that too! The City has all kinds of technology and singularities after all.” Malkuth hums to herself, letting legs dangle from her desk as she mulls thoughts and possibilities out in her head. The excitement dances on her brown eyes as they wander the shelves. Imagine exploring the world inside books even more. Or finding other dimensions entirely? The possibilities (and consequences…) were huge!
All too quickly those sparkling eyes flit back to Daemon, a wide grin punctuating her mental meandering.
“Hey hey! How’s the cookie? You haven’t even said anything about them yet!” Their hesitance was understandable. It landed on a precarious line between looking like it was possible to eat while simultaneously being impossible to describe in appearance. Colors waved through the cookie from mysterious ingredients being blended into the dough. And those toppings… nuts? Candy? Sugary abnormalities?
Taking light to be free... That had always been something that lingered in the back of their mind. It was something that had been shown as possible at least, with how Rhea had managed to sever her ties to the Library almost entirely. That scrap of light that came with Dimensional Sciences across the long, dark night... It went with Rhea when she won the bet, leaving only the faintest tie back to the Library in her new life. One that Angela had agreed to ignore, in a reward for what should have been an impossible to win bet.
“An academic huh... Can’t say I’m too familiar...”
It was interesting to hear a little bit about her past, the past of someone that they’d only ever had one perspective on. In all their life, they’d only ever seen her from one singular perspective: The psychotic Sephirah of the Control Team, who purged the weak and indulged in her own twisted solutions to what was before her.
They’d never considered what she had been before, and had only loosely had time to consider what she was after. As unusual as it was, this was really one of the only times they’d sat down and had a conversation with Malkuth - any Malkuth - since the end of the Seed of Light project.
Her inquiry about the cookie draws them back, as they gaze flits over her, before returning to the unidentified composition of the ‘cookie’ in their hand. Well, the worst it could do would be to kill them, and Angela would just have to put them back together again afterward and they’d be done here. Ah well, no reason not to try it.
Weaponized cookie taste test begin!
Nibble. Think. Nibble. Think... Bite. Chew. Chew... Swallow.
“...That’s... Hm... The taste is... Well it’s...”
titsay
jacobvanloon
areudirty
turnnoffyourmind
kianamaiart
tangentwithtanner
yousharknotpass
dailybridgerton