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@sleeplessguardianofzoneone
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Dedan made his way through the halls of Vesper once more. However, unlike the other, far more urgent paces he took, this one was... more leisurely. After all, he was a welcomed guest amongst them.
One of them, he’d only say to himself.
And so, when he made it to the end of the hall, he didn’t waste time with knocking, opening the door to greet his partner.
dedededan:
@sleeplessguardianofzoneone
It wasn’t unusual for the steel mutant to dwell at the Cow Farms of Pentel after a long day of cleaning the barns of phantoms. He found that watching the bovines graze with nary a care in the world beyond where their next meal came from and where to sleep was a relaxing way to end the day.
Engrossed in observing them, he easily forgets the passage of time, until the sound of footsteps make him glance back over one shoulder.
One thing for certain; he didn’t expect to see his own face.
Another Dedan was far from what he expected. But he was too worn out to really ponder the reason why he might exist. One part of his mind considers the possibility that this new arrival might be the product of the child-god’s mysterious power to create, brought to life by way of a drawing. Another part of his mind debates whether or not he’s staring at a particularly clever spectre, disguising itself as a guardian in order to cause mayhem.
Yet another section of his mind wonders if this ‘him’ is from one of those alternate realities the Merchant has mentioned in the past. He doesn’t seem eerie enough to belong in the place where he’d met that terrifying ‘god’ Enoch, or remorseful enough to have a connection with the one who frequently provided him with cake, going by the nickname ‘Pink’, but…
Who knows.
In the end, the way he decides on how to deal with the situation is by using the part of him that simply does not give a fuck.
“The barns are clear. The Elsen have gone to the dorms for the night. If you’re here for a confrontation, spare me. I’ve done my share of fighting for the night and I’m just here to stare at the cows till I’m ready to turn in.”
Routine inspections were practically mandatory at this point. Although, unless it was urgent, normally the guardian would do them in the evenings. Enough to tire him out.
So the sight of another him was enough to throw him for a loop.
Slowly, he made his approach. Of course, this was hardly the first time, but this one reacting with... more or less diplomacy caught him for a loop. He leaned on the fence, he sighed.
“Well, I suppose I should be saying thanks for that, huh?” The guardian sighed. “Another one?” He added as an after thought.
Please reblog this if you’re an active OFF blog
I just want the good ol times back on my dash tbh
We’ll let our operations speak for themselves.
:]
Ah. We didn't intentionally leave this unattended for so long.
However, like our dear friend, I suppose we've made a return...? Do let us know if you'd like our guardian's presence a like or an ask preferrably, we don't bite... much.
Somehow---an elsen has made it here. It's a little miner. They carry a letter with the seal of Zone 1, bearing writing that is clumsy---but legible. 'I've managed to make it back to MY zone, stumbling through the dark of the Damien Mines. I've sent an Elsen. If he makes it there---but is is unable to make it back, I ask that you treat him the same as you would any Elsen of your own.'
While the Guardian usually didn’t lock his door, it was still surprising to see an Elsen in his office. Reading over the letter, he almost seemed amused. Normally, he’d use his typewriter for such things.
Looking over the Elsen, he inclined his head- the closest he could get to raising an eyebrow. “So it would seem the other Guardian has sent you here. Why he’s done so, I’m uncertain of.”
dedamnit:
“….Tch.”
Well. He’s stuck—for the time being—and he feel restless. “I’m going to the Mines. Perhaps thinning out the Spectres will be a mundane enough task that I can ponder the current situation and how to get out of it.”
Will the Elsen there have reason to be concerned? Other than strange physical differences, they won’t really be able to complain if their workplace was made ten times safer by a Guardian passing through—ight?
Dedan rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Not like I’ll stop you or anything.” It wasn’t like he could either. It’d just be a standstill.
As for the Elsen... Dedan was sure they’d be fine. They’d seen him under the influence of... a lot of things. So surely some physical differences wouldn’t be a problem.
@flesh-maze-tango
Double Dedan?
What I see when I read the thread between you and @sleeplessguardianofzoneone
dedamnit:
“No…They weren’t meant to be ruled by fear. But when the Elsen were beginning to crumble from fear of the world, we had to give them distractions. Different things to fear. The fear of failure. The fear of dying; whether due to the Spectres that plague the land, or by our own hands.”
The wall becomes the place to be, arms folding over his chest as he leans upon it, eyes staring out through the windows, at the pink hued sky.
“Only one way to know for certain. To try and return home. And how would I go about that? Utilize the cube? The Cancer-Card?”
Now it’s Dedan’s turn to start pacing, thinking it over. He hated what the zones had become, and as much as he wanted to change it, he was only one guardian. As for the matter of the other returning... that was trickier.
“Hell if I know. I don’t even understand the fuckery that comes with either.”
dedamnit:
“SO WHAT? FEAR IS AS GOOD A MOTIVATOR AS ANY. THE FAT FUCK USES SUGAR—BRIBES THEM TO BEHAVE AND WORK WITH THE BONUS OF ‘DESSERT’ AS A REWARD TO KEEP THEM GOING. BUT HERE, THERE’S SO MANY FUCKING ELSEN IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO TACKLE EVERY ISSUE THEY BRING UP IN A TIMELY MANNER.
SPECTRES EVERYWHERE—WORKERS TURNING BURNT IN SHACHIHATA, WHICH HAS MORE FLOORS THAN I CAN FEASIBLY PATROL IN ONE DAY.” Tap-tap-tap, clang-clang-clang. Boots continously tap against the floor. It seems this version can’t really stand still for long.
An angry tic? Perhaps,a nervous one.
They’re both complaining about the same Zone—the problems are identical in some areas, yet they have different views. It’s making him think.
Now, what has always been a thorn in his side? Before Elsen, before his job as a guardian, before everything?
Time.
In the beginning….
The ‘Tall Mister’ had felt LOST, frozen by it.
Doomed to live the same day, same hour for the rest of his existence.
Claws come up to rub against a temple. His eyes are hard to see now, in the shadows of those great jaws, a deep sigh following a long inhalation of the smoke-thick ‘air’ that covered the Zone. Another deep breath.
“….Lets start over, shall we?”
His head turns, the Guardian dipping his head slightly, shifting his posture so that he faces his doppelganger directly.
“I will waive my previous accusations. It’s clear to me now that you are no mere mockery of myself. Instead, I find myself believing that the hourglass, that time has proven it cannot be trusted once more, dropping me into whatever point of time this is - if we’re even the same person.
If not? That would make things worse, considering that very fact that our Zones require our ever-constant presence to remain alive.”
“Our zones weren’t meant to be ruled by fear...” The Guardian muttered to himself. It wasn’t. It never was. And yet, here it was, controlled by fear and anxiety.
Even his own mind turned back to Time. Even before the world had gone to hell, even before he had been called the Tall Mister... time was always a problem. There just wasn’t enough for what must be done. Not enough to craft a solution. It frustrated the Guardian to no ends...
At the mention of starting over, Dedan looked up, meeting the other’s gaze to what extent he could. Smoothing his jacket, he nodded.
“Hell if I know. Time’s never been consistent,” He huffed, “I don’t know how the hell this has happened, but if the Zone can survive my trips outside of it, perhaps it’d be fine for... a while longer...” That last part was muttered to himself, uncertain and wary.
dedamnit:
He feels the beginning of a headache in his temples, hands clasping behind his back. Excuse his pacing—its the most harmless way he has to vent excess energy that wants to tear into the unknown factor standing but four feet away, to ease that uncomfortable knot of A N G E R in his gut.
“AND A FINE JOB OF THAT WE’VE DONE. ZONE TWO’S WORKFORCE IS PETRIFIED BY FEAR OF LIFE ITSELF, ITS RULER NEGLIGENT. ZONE THREE RUNS SMOOTHLY—BUT ONLY DUE TO THE FIFTH ELEMENT THE FAT FUCK INTRODUCED, TO KEEP THE ELSEN HAPPY.
AND; OF COURSE, THERE’S ZONE ONE.”
A flourish of his hand, Dedan coming to a halt, before turning back to the other, coattails swept around by the breeze the motion made. “A JOB FOR EVERY PERSON, SO THAT THEY MAY KNOW THE PRIDE AND ACCOMPLISHMENT OF HARD WORK, MAY ALWAYS HAVE A SENSE OF PURPOSE. DIDN’T THAT SOUND LIKE A PIPE DREAM BACK THEN?
LOOK AT ZONE ONE NOW. IT THRIVES. THE GUARDIANS KEEP THEIR ZONES ALIVE, BUT WHERE WOULD THE OTHER TWO BE WITHOUT THE FOUR ELEMENTS WE PROVIDE FOR THE REST? ITS A NEVER- FUCKING ENDLESS JOB - AND A THANKLESS ONE, AT THAT.”
“Thrives? Perhaps, but not with pride. It thrives with the fear we’ve instilled,” He’s trying to keep calm, he really is, but the other feels so dense as they talk He knows it’s thankless, he’s spent days, months, who knows how long slaving over his own work, over the various projects that need to get done.
“And of course Zone Three runs so smoothly, even with the artificial element! It works like clockwork there, like our zone should. Yet every time I go out to face whatever fucking problem the Elsen have gotten into, it feels like it grinds to a halt!”
Now he felt like throwing something, even if it was just his fists. However, he was better than that. Before all else, he was the Tall Mister, one of the first who aided Hugo in the new world.
“And it’s not our fault the delegations weren’t as intended!”
marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?
“This is a dumb question but I suppose I can answer it.”
“There’s more than one obviously. The zones, Hugo, the other guardians, so on and so forth. That all you wanted?”
dedamnit:
“ASIDE FROM BEING THE ONE WHO KEEPS THE ZONES ALL AFLOAT WHILE WE GOVERN THEM - SHE HAS TIME TO SPEND WITH HIM.”
The second Guardian tugs roughly on his hand, wrenching that digit somewhat as he forced it free. “…AND I CAN HARDLY FAULT THE QUEEN FOR GIVING THE BOY THE ATTENTION HE YEARNS FOR, WHEN THE OTHER TWO AND I DON’T OFTEN GET CHANCES TO LEAVE OUR ZONES, DUE TO THE SHEER INCOMPETENCE OF THE ELSEN.”
Flexing that hand with annoyance, he’s casting the other Dedan an odd expression. There’s something about this that doesn’t quite add up; aside from the obvious. If this was a Spectre, a Phantom, or otherwise, would it really say things that he could envision himself saying?
“We’re the ones who keep these zones alive,” He countered. “Without us, the zones would have no purpose! Just because the Elsen are incompetent doesn’t excuse us for what we’ve done either, and you should know that.”
He knew it and knew it well. “We were there from the beginning, and yet we’ve been torn apart! If I truly am some false copy, why would I know that?”
daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?
“Other than managing the zone?”
“...Forgive me if this sounds too sentimental, but I think the few realizations I had with Enoch would be the greatest ones.”
aesthetic themed ask list
starshoppjng:
flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?
fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?
daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?
1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?
matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?
black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?
pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.
moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?
stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?
plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.
converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?
lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?
handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?
cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?
sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.
oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?
overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?
combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?
winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.
pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?
tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.
piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?
bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.
messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.
cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.
grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?
space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?
white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?
old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?
beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?
eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?
11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.
painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.
lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?
thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?
storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?
love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.
clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?
coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?
marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?
fin.
dedamnit:
“THE QUEEN’S GENERAL, HER ENVOY, HER LOYAL SUBORDINATE. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BOTHER CLAIMING THAT WHICH IS ALREADY COMMON KNOWLEDGE ACROSS THE ZONES!?” Its his turn to jab fingers, though his claw might dig into the fabric of the others coat, eyes blazing with annoyance. They’re not only Guardians, after all.
Inspector, General, Time-Keeper—their titles and duties were many.
He was quick to make a grab for the claw that dug into the fabric. Were this encounter to come before his reuniting with Enoch, he might have considered agreeing with the other. Now was a different time.
“Our duties to him come long before our duties to her. What has she done for us that he hasn’t?!” Dedan growled. She had left them behind. Left them with so much to manage, and for what? They were supposed to work together.
dedamnit:
Quick reaction. One that he’d expect of himself - which only irks him more. A hiss of breath, then an insult, which has steel teeth gnashing together.
“STUPID, IS IT, TO THEORIZE THAT THIS HALF-BAKED PIECE OF SHIT BEFORE ME COULD HAVE BEEN CREATED BY THE ONLY ONE WITH THE KNOW-HOW AND THE SKILL TO BRING IT INTO EXISTENCE?
HMPH.
THEN AGAIN; HUGO WOULDN’T WASTE HIS TIME WITH SUCH AN EFFORT. YOU CAN’T IMPROVE ON THE ORIGINAL, AFTER ALL. WHICH LEADS US BACK TO YOU BEING A JOKE, A PHANTOM PRETENDING TO BE SOMETHING GREAT AND POWERFUL. WELL. TIME WILL TELL SOON ENOUGH WHICH OF US IS THE TRUE GENERAL.”
His claws grip the edge of the desk, then heave it up—and to one side, to crash against the wall, leaving only empty space between himself and the other Guardian, his right hand tense by his side, tingling slightly as Dedan prepares himself to either argue further—or leap into action.
Dedan’s gaze followed the desk for a moment. He was irked by how the other was so careless with it. He had better things to do than argue with a mockery of himself! However, if this one was going to persist...
“General? GENERAL?!” The guardian snapped. “I am the guardian of this Zone! If either of us is the joke here, then it’s you! Even the dumbest pieces of shit here knows that!”
