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Post by Vespyr on May 26, 2010 17:09:00 GMT -8
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Post by Scene on May 26, 2010 17:56:12 GMT -8
Discovery.
Scene hoisted her to her feet, holding her to him as her eyes were blinded from the world. Perfect. Time would return her sight, but her senseless plight was exactly what she needed to have. No eyes. She saw the world around her and hated it because of how people acted, what she saw. How life became something of a tasteless chore. He held her to him as he walked outside, the small glimpse of hair and the outline being all she would have of him as his mask seemed to reform around his head, blocking his true self from the people unworthy to witness it. To her ears would come the sound of feet and cars, but they would slowly fade as the sounds of birds, crickets, and squirrels took over. They began to climb upward, and after twenty minutes he would be at the top of the mountain. well, if you could call it that.
It overlooked the entire city, the outlying land and beyond. Cast it all in a yellow light. He spread his arms wide as a breeze rolled beneath him, spreading through her hair with a suddeness, yet gentle. His words would be filled with passion and hope.
"You can't see what i see. Like now, you are blind to the world, seeing only what you wish to. You would have died without me. Without ever seeing the beauty of my vision." He lowered his arms. "The human race is a cancer. A virus, consuming emotion, thought, resource. Claiming the world for a misguided virtue that they themselves dont even understand." He walked over to Vespyr, whom he had set back against the wall. "You seem to refuse to see the possibility in everything. You wont go to school. You wont talk to strangers. You hate that which you don't understand or don't wish to understand. Through that, you make yourself no better than those you digust." He stopped before her. "Vespyr, i plan to take over this city. Then the state. And then the country. And once i have this country, the world will fall into my grasp."
"I don't expect you to understand. You can think me insane, or compare me to some villian in a horror movie. But know that once i have this world under my thumb, i will release it to itself. There will be no source to turn to, no object of control. We will own what we are strong enough to take and keep. Its the instinct of all, and will turn us from war and give us times of peace. For this- i need you."
He would see how she took this, watching her face for signs and reactions.
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Post by Vespyr on May 26, 2010 18:31:08 GMT -8
"What i see... is all i know how to see."
Vespyr held her aching eyes closed as the wind caressed her face. The mellifluous sounds of nature that surrounded her had a soothing effect and she leaned her head comfortably against the wall. Though the vehement light was painful, she opened her eyes and gazed forward. There was barely a trace of violet left in the sightless orbs; they were nearly jet black.
"I can only make inferences about the world from what i have witnessed and experienced. What i have come to conclude is that man is cruel and should be looked down upon. Exterminated, even. Saying that i consider myself to be better would be a fallacy. I am no better. In fact, i'm much worse. But that is my aim. It's the way i fight back against the horrors and the pain that they have inflicted onto me and onto each other."
She wondered if he would understand. In her white void of vision she tried to find him, but all she found were vague light and dark shapes. They reminded her of the grotesquely charred ceiling of her home after the fire. She had felt the same way before, starting over.
"I have never known kindness or openness or love. All i have seen is cruelty and deceit... fear and secrecy... hatred and hopelessness... the need to survive and to fight back. You must understand why it is difficult for me to view the world with any such emotions other than those."
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Post by Scene on Jun 1, 2010 20:23:02 GMT -8
"Bullshit." Scene turned around, placing his hands in his pockets. She spoke as thought he world was one constant. As though the only thing possible to exist was what she saw through her own eyes. She was a mental communist, stating and forming the world around her ideas and experiences as though that was the only possible outcome. "Your life is not the only one that matters when your taking experience and existance into account. You state that your world revolves these...pasts of yours. At least, it revolves around your experiences according to you." His eyes stared directly into yours. "Nothing is one demensional. I don't care if you have lived so poorly, cruelly, and feebly as possible. The circumstances around ones life to not negate the act of thought." He stepped forward, drawing from out his pocket a bird. "Take this bird. It had lived only a day. Your theory, in action, would state that if i broke this birds neck-" He reached up and snapped its neck quickly, emotionlessly, never removing his eyes from her. "That this birds life was nothing, that in the shortness of its existence there came nothing but death, and therefore the one that dealt the punishment and death should be exterminated." He clasped both hands around the dead bird, then threw them open, two birds flying into the air. "But you see, i have also brought goodness into the world. Does that not make me good?" He let his hands drop. Perhaps his analogy didn't make sense. "My point is this- Life and death. Love and hate. Everything has two sides. Nothing is one dimensional. Balance, in all things, must exist for the laws of nature to continue to function. Just because every experience you have had up to now has been poor, does not give you the right to disregard your common sense and rationalize that just because your circumstances are one way, all are." He walked over to her, reaching down to take her hand and help her to her feet. His strength would seem to seep into her as he stared into her eyes. "You refuse to think, pushing away every possible good act or thought because your experience states that nobody would appreciate it. Your dogmatic view of the world has caused your own self doubt, your own isolation, and your own pain, 90% of the time." He cocked an eyebrow. "Or am i simply making false assumptions based on your statement?" OOC((Sorry this is so late ))
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Post by Vespyr on Jun 1, 2010 22:13:54 GMT -8
At first, Scene's message was unfamiliar to Vespyr, who was not an optimist and had never been, but as he continued to explain, she began to consider more deeply. She knew she was a closed-minded creature when it came to her emotions and world view. But her cynical and pessimistic nature had kept her alive for all these years; she had made the mistake of trusting people on several occasions, and so learned to doubt everyone. She had had her hopes crushed and her very existance stepped on more times than she could count, and so she learned never to be an optimist because then, you'll never be disappointed. But then...
He was still right. Trust and optimism were something she needed to have sometimes, amongst the other things. She needed to trust him, for one, and had spent a long time developing it. It hadn't been an easy task, taking small steps forward and being thrown backward (or thrown off a bulding), and it was still under development. Optimism, however, she had none of. Instead of keeping her safe from sorrow, it instilled emptiness. Sorrow and emptiness were not the same thing, but as Vespyr had been empty and experienced more pain than happiness, it was the pain that had the most to show. But happiness still existed there, in the strangest of places, and had odd ways of appearing. Perhaps that was the problem.
She felt her hand being taken and she stood, a dark blur coming into focus before her. The alluring crimson of his suit stood out against the enveloping white which reflected off his mask. The two dark points that were his eyes had, like a cobra's, transfixed her so that her heart began to pound uncomfortably though she knew he meant well.
"Perhaps you perceive my emotions as something other than what they are. I actually am enjoying myself most of the time. Or at least, i used to." she sighed, exhausted and wishing she could see him more clearly. She found it easier to understand people when she could look into their eyes.
"Through all the pain and the bitterness, there's still joy. Like the joy i get from watching a sunset or walking in the rain... having Fleesh walking beside me or sharing a bed with you. I just don't show it most of the time. I think you perceive my silence or my actions differently than they actually are. Like when i closed myself in?... Well, i don't know WHY i did that, but i was feeling rather fine when i did it. Being there in the darkness made me feel happy... like finding liberation, if you will. With everything there's some sort of somber feeling attached, but i do get past it."
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Post by Scene on Jun 4, 2010 23:41:53 GMT -8
Scene cast a crooked smile.
A glimmer of hope remained.
"But, thats just my point. You have had enjoyment out of life, yet you state you yourself are unworthy of anything but death. With every heinous action or crime is an equally blessed and beautiful result. Even i, though death is my past, present, and future, have done good in the world, even if giving two birds life was all." He placed his hands on her hips to steady her, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to her lips. "Even something as small as a kiss should be treasured." He smelled her neck. "Or the scent of a rose." He gazed into her half-blind eyes for a moment. "You hold so much potential, if you could only realize and recognize the worth of life. Good things are in no short order, neither are bad things. For instance-" He grinned again. "Should laughter be rejected, refused, or pushed away simply because you hate the one who laughs? No...simply make more laughter."
He took her hand in his, bringing her to the edge of the world that would soon be theirs, and touching her eyes- she should be able to see clearly, after that.
"Look down at the world, Vespyr. If evil was all that consumed it, then it would have been destroyed long ago, for pure evil only ends up destroying itself, in the end. As do all things, when left on their own." He stared at her purposefully, obviously meaning her. He had gone away for such a short time, yet she nearly killed herself because of it. He was glad her eyes were finally opening, that the sealed cement door in her heart was finally coming undone. He would work at it, scrape, tear. He had seen a ray of hope shine though, and he would not give in until the sunlight poured deep into her soul.
And once it did?
The fun would begin.
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Post by Vespyr on Jun 5, 2010 0:30:55 GMT -8
"...you state you yourself are unworthy of anything but death..."
Vespyr's face became slightly puzzled for a moment. Did i say that?...
Scene's kiss was like a soft breeze upon her; enough to make her sway ever so slightly from its pleasant touch, but not as forceful as to tip her backwards. Perhaps if his hands hadn't held her she might have, but she did not. She followed him a few feet, instinctively pausing at the edge when a soft gust rose from below and stirred her hair. He touched her eyes, and suddenly she could see.
Looking out across the world, she noticed for the first time how vast it seemed. The city where she resided seemed meager and ugly from afar, as did the entirety of the settlements, but strung together they were an ocean of prosaic rooftops. She remembered a dream she had had once in which she was standing amidst a sea of identical rooftops, feeling quite lost. She couldn't recall how the dream had ended, or if it was, perhaps, not a dream at all, but she felt different about it now. She may have been lost and aimless before, but from her new standpoint, something new sparked into existence.
Conquest.
She no longer felt lost between the towering buildings and bustling people. She stood above them now, and they looked as squat and tiny as insects. Her eyes twinkled with the thought and she smiled, turning back to Scene.
"But it's so much more fun to be evil, don't you think?"
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