#lordsilenced

[monenblogi-a]

@lordsilenced - from dis

The smell of the herbal cold baths was doing wonders for the headache—if he could even call it that. Senses dulled, yet the extra presence in his head was at least polite enough to fill in the gaps of his awareness when necessary. If he could even call it that. 

Still, Anaxa was hardly paying much mind with the way his gaze locked fix off the balcony. The mindless mutterings of the bath-goers were like a white noise, even Cerces’s pointing out the one rarity that seemed to acknowledge his existence. Strange... 

“... Most that present themselves at me are either fools or plead ignorance. Which do you claim?” 

[ekleips-a]

@lordsilenced || sc.

"You. . ." Golden eyes narrow at the stranger, instincts screaming danger despite the woman's unassuming appearance. "What do you want?"

[shininggem34-archived]

"Have you gotten lost, little butterfly?" The halls of Device IX were labyrinthine, but it was in this place--the tomb of Nous' original body--that Polka called some semblance of a home. Within the shadow of Nihility, in the mirror of reality, only the bravest--or, the stupidest--of beings could venture. Like it was some great milestone, or something silly. "Are you here to steal memories of Nous? If you are, well, sealing or killing you would be simple enough. That's the only warning you'll receive."

Starter Call(?) || @lordsilenced

Dragging a gloved hand in the air, the space ripples underneath her hand. The clack of her heels is muted in this void. A butterfly flutters between them. Their glowing blue scales leave a trail wherever they flap until they land on an slender finger.

"Am I lost when I walked into such a lovely space? Or am I lost for wandering into a lion den, Miss Lioness?"

Such a curious item had fallen onto her lap one day. A dark jewel with no shine or glass looking no different than a black hole. But when Lady Butterfly peered closer, she can see something. Colorful dots of static dancing at the edges tempting the foolish and the brave to touch it.

And she did exactly that.

"My, how scary you are." Lady Butterfly chuckles, raising her little light closer to her face. Her eyes, red as they are, looks purple under the blue glow. "A chance to gloat at my colleagues for collecting Nous memories. How tempting, I'm afraid I value my life and my work a little more."

Besides the fact she can use Nous memories to gain leverage in her business, the value of it will be too costly for anyone seeking it. There is no equivalent exchange here- Only a loss. To obtain Nous memories is merely an achievement itself; a testament to her skills.

But like a certain game-addled employee of hers once said: She is no achievement hunter.

"Ah, but there is something more valuable I'm interested in." Lifting her hand to let her butterfly take off. It flies towards in Polka direction. A smile curls on her lips as she cups her face.

"You, Miss Lioness. You're quite the intriguing one, are you?"

[diverse-hearts]

@lordsilenced asked for a Starter

Aww, they'd sold out of her favourite snack, and as always March 7th wore her emotions on her sleeve, her disappointment displayed for the world, including the poor merchant who was currently trying to offer her different snacks to try and make her happy again. She frowned, glancing through the options again, but it was so hard to decide when her heart had already been settled on something else! Surely someone else could understand her pain? "Hmm, what should I get - what's the most unique...", suddenly, she spun around to face the person in the queue behind her, "Sorry I'm taking so long! Erm, would you have any recommendations?".

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@lordsilenced asked for a Starter

"Many mummers I've heard of you, but never did I think you'd appear before me. Is there something that I can help you with? I'm sure that a person of your talents has no need for the wishes I can offer", she smiled as she poured out some tea for them both, pushing one cup across the table towards the empty seat, "Please, won't you have a cup with me? It's rare for me to come across such unique existences these days"

[astrxlfinale]

"You're not still burned over our chaotic little meeting, are you?" Polka asked with an arched brow, it being pure 'coincidence' that she'd encountered Caelus at all. Well, it was in Nous' calculations and wasn't something she could ignore. It didn't mean the assassin was particularly remorseful. Any more than the sea was remorseful for dashing a small schooner against the cliffside in its eternal contention with the cliffs. "You wouldn't have died either way. You're much too necessary for the fate of the universe and preventing the coming of Finality."

Burned is such a gentle way to put the scenario they've met under.

Underneath the crushing pressure of possibility, calculation and the unspun variables that turned that damned Knowable and Unknowable Domain into a whole melting spot. Glitched out bastards gaining sentience while the stars literally spilled from the distorted skies akin to a waterfall. All of that as AHA's insufferable mug witnessed it all, how one Polka Kakamond became a terror that potentially tore through the fabric of history. To the eyes of the Trailblazer, there were very, very few at this point who could come to-- disturb him as much as she successfully did.

"Let's just you leave one hell of an unforgettable first impression." Caelus shoots back, leaving it up to her to take that as either a compliment or insult. Despite Polka's words, that very presence, one that lived for too damn long imposed a sense of finality with the river of blood she casts. Yet it'd be that mettle within his very being that prompts him to step forward, to openly face the edges of fear she incited in him.

Almost like that unseen specter that can be noticed but never fully seen at the corner of the eye.

Her words prompted a mild, morbid intrigue to billow within his gut. "Even if I would've helped in nudging that beloved circle a few millimeters?" Anyone would've called this foolish incarnate to challenge such an idea outright. In truth, Caelus wanted to openly stand against unshakable truth, if she'd come to risk it if the potential sway was grand enough.

"I've heard it all from others. How me n' Nanook have something pretty good goin', has to be seen at the most exciting damn point n' all that. But what in the hell do you get from this exactly?" He forwardly asks. Just catching of glimpses of them throughout millenia, meticulous tearing, threading and guiding lives by the most minute integers outright disturbed him. Living computation through the Lord of Silence scratches at something in the depths of his mind.

"Herta's motor mouth offered up some things of note, but I wanna hear it from yours. What has this cosmos made that could be so precious to you? Or are orders really that much fun?"

@lordsilenced

[oneireth]

❝ it’s better you don’t know. ❞ for garnet!

andor ━ accepting

❝ i would not have asked if i was concerned about my betterment. ❞

perhaps she was right, but garnet cared little of the lives of geniuses and their endless quest of knowledge, or preventing an early end to finality in polka's case. he should take her in for questioning, since there is no doubt a plethora of people with many things to ask of her, but they both know that it would be a pointless endeavor. instead, he would ask a question of his own, though getting a truthful answer was probably unlikely. and yet, there was a certain level of desperation carefully hidden under his impassive exterior, the yearning for knowledge of the destruction of his homeland. a lead, no matter how small.

❝ i just want to know any information you have on izumo, that is all. if you give me something real, i will act as though this encounter never happened and you may walk free. ❞

[halovien]

"you may never know your fortune."

unreal unearth ━ accepting

❝ that is fine. i was never one motivated by fortune. ❞

perhaps the richness of the soul, but sunday was more considered about the fortune that befell others rather than himself. fortune has never smiled upon him, so why would it now ? flaxen hues shift to the genius, wondering why she would even feel compelled to tell him. perhaps he was better off simply not question a mind like polka kakamond's in the first place.