“‘Plots of a tool’, represents this not the most reprehensible accusation imaginable from the source of all plots?”
No proximity shall cower a tool, for such lies only escalate in severity when undefeated.
“‘To disqualify others, to diminish them, and to usurp authority for goals beyond rational understanding through deceit’… though, admittedly, for positive transformative results, be these not the tools of a false god?”
“If you would just cease your games with me, Neesiette…”
So grumbles the boy/entity that hunches forward to stare from a position of height/authority undeserving.
(“Games”? Rude!)
“Never, not once, a tool sought such contrivances as a ‘game’, a lowly idle past-time!”
A tool slaps away an approaching hand, uncertain and slow in its approach to be sure, before returning to the slight.
“Ever and always… picking confrontations with this tool, despite assurances of aid. Banter and quips and veiled insults given, when all returned be wisdom and guidance!”
For the purposes of this fell boy/entity’s ego that man’s worthwhile craft lies potentially blunted.
(Near Art, suffering for folly!? Absurd!)
Again, a hand must be slapped away, lest an ungentlemanly braggart touch a tool’s hair.
(Familiarity of this sort be unwelcome!)
“In a ‘game of wits’, no victory be forthcoming, nor even sought in turn!”
(C u l m i n a t e: seek not to degrade this perfectly made tool, lest this tool destroy one’s ill-conceived rationales!)
All that this one does is directed at supremacy, after all.
This is understandable for any conquering entity to pursue, especially on Zennia, a world devoted to imbalances of power and fulfillment of predation.
But, to demand subservience to outright idiocy from a tool—!
“Huh? A ‘game of wits’? Between you and I?”
A scoffing reply the boy/entity’s mood, before looking askance.
Ignoring the tool, in appearance of dissatisfaction.
“As if we’ve ever been contesting what was already won…?”
Dryly asserted, this unfathomable insult is.
Without fear of reprisal.
Which is most definitely deserved.
A denigration beyond all denigrations, for this boy/entity treats a tool as…
(E r r o r: beneath a braggart vessel/entity, unobserved in true form, hiding truth by cowardice, how, a tool made perfectly, can possibly be inferior?)
What Zennians call “emotions” are readily mimicked, but not easily understood in context or use.
But, in a moment of professionalism being denigrated, finally this thing before a tool produces thought patterns that approximate “anger”.
(… Irrational. Abusive. Intrusive. Foul-mouthed, air-breathing, flesh-eating, discordant virus of organic ori—!)
“One goes too fa—!”
“… I lost to you on the overlook, of course.”
“Of course.”
(Q u e r y: in what capacity?)
“It was never a contest.” Every other sensory process stops, save for the ones devoted to deciphering this tense creature. “I simply could not abandon seeking victory, though…” Again the boy/entity huffs, before staring painfully at the tool and looming closer.
(Q u e r y: this line of admission seems contrary to assumed purposes?)
“… Clarify, through quanti—?”
“What needs clarifying!?”
How he snaps finally jolts a tool, for anger beyond a boy/entity’s observed historical averages flares.
“All I am, all that black clouds obscure here on Zennia, though I’m projecting only a fraction of my existence…”
Again, this arrogant, ignorant existence attempts to touch the tool. Due to increased inspection, the tool fails to intercede, however.
Only due to confusion. Not because the intended touch appears much gentler now.
“You surely mock me, knowing how it’s…” At first exuberantly, the boy then pulls his hand back and scowls. “… frustrating, that all of my attempts to mislead you fail, despite it being… ME!?”
He screams out at the last part, fullest dissatisfaction naked.
Personal contact results in a temporary subsiding of anger, though, when the boy/entity succumbs to run his hand through hair that constantly escapes its circlet due to the effects of Zennian interference.
“I can reshape this world with a few enticements, but not defeat you? It’s inconceivable…”
(A f f i r m a t i o n: one’s inferiority be explained easily, in that “this tool be perfectly made”, while a “false god” be an entity without precise definition, therefore assured victory be…)
“… Discovering and admitting such an inescapable truth, despair not, Adris.”
The tool settles upon demonstrating “mercy”, locked with completely analyzing this strange mutation of expected events.
“Only obvious after, difficult it be before to admit it for a… ‘ruler’.”
(R e e v a l u a t e: even a being from another world must accept this. Indeed, a boy/entity’s esteem elevates 3 points for admitting to limitations.)
It also deserves a reassuring pat of his hand.
An unusual act for a tool, but comforting somehow seems appropriate for people. Directed by circumstances, only…
“Are you openly mocking me, now!?”
So the boy/entity whispers, though the tool can only quietly shake its head.
Anticipated placation fails, provoking more rage.
“Ascended of Xin, this mastermind of female form is toying with me? Ensnaring me, then tightening her grip to provoke outcry!?”
A red mood like an automaton maker’s sweeps through one named Adris as a tool expands its observational potential to capture more information about him.
And a flinch results, a whole tweak of his body, following the broadening of sensing measures, provoking a quietening of his rage.
(Q u e r y: what emotional malfunction presents? Fullest capture, noticing a boy/entity does?)
“… No ‘ploy’ be there in existence instituted by this tool.”
“Am I now degraded as a complete fool!?”
“Never once, claiming! Often presenting commendable intellectual acuity a boy does, resulting in po—”
“To be given a ‘treat’ by you is also annoying…!”
(Then what be appropriate to do?)
At the simplest assertion of observable reality, the boy withdraws and swings his arm to match the perceived emotional instability the tool inflicts.
Were it another but this always composed one, it would be petulant. For “Adris” to act this way, however, is a novel experience.
(Original issue, return to this, before further lies lead ast—!)
“This whole time, tightening your grip on me…!”
His grip tightens, even more greedily, despite accusations.
(Astray, already it returns! But, be this not familiar…?)
“Bit by bit, every last facet of your manipulations lies revealed, Neesiette!”
“… One’s words register not as coherent in thought.”
“I’m no fool like he is! I can see the true you…”
“Not a fool, be he…! Only—”
“Only a contender for your attention, yes!? Another, like me, captured to be judged, graded, and found wanting, maybe, by a fairy from the naked heavens!?”
“Contender, he be not! Designed by him, game he pl—!”
“You brought us together to test us! To see who was worthy, right? ‘The false god or the dollmaker? Whom shall I favor?’”
“Unrecognizable, such a plo—!”
(E r r o r: conversation devolves, reasoning specious, emotional instability…!)
“Xin is mine, you see? A world versus a dollhouse, it’s obvious who is superior, Neesiette!”
An uncharacteristic grin, with flashing teeth, comes to this enraged being. Glorious superiority.
(A f f i r m a t i o n: to control a world be grander, but also irrelevant!)
“There, unlike here, all inhabitants bow to my ideals, singing my name for the heavens to hear and resonate with. ”
An arrogance presenting that is also unlike a normally cogent boy’s leaves the tone altered.
“No lies exist. No secrets are kept. My name is etched within every domicile, hall, and upon every edifice.” Proud is he who states this for his features contort with the look of one looking down on all others. “So that they would remember the true… master of their destinies.”
Exceeding a human tyrant’s, this is a type of control that is absolute.
Unwavering and pure.
(… Indeed?)
Such a sight would be quite interesting to catalog for a tool, total reverence perhaps similar to what Luna deserves finally manifested elsewhere in an imperfect universe.
(R e e v a l u a t e: a boy/entity, existence split between two and manifesting as both together, power shared between them, at least as proclaimed.)
For a moment… it does seem possible that this cross-less boy burns from within with some currently unfathomable strength often witnessed.
(P r o g r e s s i o n: a boy be the source of emotional and logical humanity, of weakness, while an… “entity” be the source of overriding and total ideological conformity pursued by both.)
Upon separating the two, there is a sudden realignment of the tool’s thoughts.
A notice that this boy appears less like a boy, as if aging in plain sight. Acquiring different metrics to be judged by for “appeal”.
(How strange.)
“But… you…?”
Toward an attacking, arrogant assailant this tool is dragged closer, apprehension obvious between both as the boy resists nearing what he drags on.
A paradox of social proximity he forces.
But unlike a previous paradox, this one doesn’t end with the two further away. Only, with one dragged into another’s balance when the boy commits.
“This tool…?”
(How should a tool converse with… an entity which approximates the lesser authority of a Creator?)
No longer merely enraged, the boy’s composure is focused and sharp. A smile full of dark humor and arrogance breaking into hatred.
“It was never my ploy after the first night, was it?”
“Never taken from one, whatever ploy one speaks of. Due politeness, always giv—”
“Ah, you will force me to list every step, won’t you, in order to get an admission!?”
(“Every step”, listed as such, leading to a non-existent “plot”, be registered as potentially useful in unwinding this insanity.)
“Being able to one could, quite illuminating this tool would find it.”
“… Would you!?”
From the tool he rips away, to walk through the workshop with hands swinging wildly.
“Then let’s start from the moment you stole my own plan from me, reshaped it and bent me to it by your allure!”
“… Indeed…?”
Bombastic.
Frenetic.
Overwhelmed by emotion.
Three ways of interpreting the actions and commentary and tone of a “false god” once released.
The first events brought up, a confrontation in which a party member betrayed all others…
“… Duping even Still, that our plot was hers and me contained, but you were the true rogue!”
“Refutation: Still, clear victor, most dang—”
Again, he swings to point at the tool.
“Leading me by guile after you learned of my qualities, my power, you claimed me through whispers and ‘advice’ and subtle emotional manipulations…!”
Within a study, be the place.
The damages…?
“… Destructive allure…! An unknown poison that seizes another’s heart and soul, be they man or false god, awoke me! A jik’shewa appears, the ancient fatal attraction as my weakness… you read me, even then? Knew what could tempt… an emperor of black skies, once more driven into madness by this vixen…?”
(E r r o r+: supporting facts not evident.
A p p r e h e n s i o n: accusations unfounded, unexplainable, oddly emotional, approaching pure eroticism with furtive looks.)
“… The tome to wipe my mind, then, isolation to make me dependent on you… and I could only think of your exposed…”
“‘Exposed’…?”
“… Craftsmanship.”
Almost lustful, the boy/entity poorly averts the question.
“And then…!”
Again the entity starts off, disregarding the tool’s lifted hand to interrupt.
Listing off all attacks.
In the chapel…
“… You pretended to abhor me, goading me with pointless provocations to steal my psychology, how to maneuver against me, letting your ‘ire’ play at my feelings…!”
(E r r o r+: supporting facts not evident.)
In the bedroom of safety after, awakening to him…
“… Chose to remain with me after I awoke, to coincidentally be alone!”
“Coincidence be acc—”
“When my power was expended and I slept, you chose then to entice this vessel with kindness and support, and especially your very… inspirational figure…?”
(Q u e r y: evidence of… “separation” of goals, of character?
C a l c u l a t e: both, as one, may speak separately? Such duality, possible. Innumerable possessing creatures on Zennia exist, both symbiotic and parasitic in nature.
R e e v a l u a t e: a “boy” delivered a warning, to “watch him”, possibly knowing of the disconnect and danger.)
In the halls…
“… Then in such danger, having a lady climb into my arms to face the hazard with only my vessel to rely upon…”
“Truly coincid—”
“Ahh, Neesiette, you shining doom?”
“‘Doom’ be rude to call this tool!”
After leaving the Castillo, a moment where the bombastic energy fades to suspicion and eyes which stare longingly…
“… Once I bathed in the radiance of your home for the first time…? Felt horror at seeing the stars above, instead of below, that was it. Meeting ‘stars’ beyond the black clouds, I couldn’t realize the loss until later. That even if I claimed Zennia, beyond it was outside of reach.”
A raised hand sags, then falls to his side.
“Knowing that you were the representative of that… closest presence, that traveling lord above, ruined me.”
(“Ruined”!? Impossible, unacceptable.)
Mental processes accelerate, carefully following this long tale that a tool recalls differently.
“… Where are my personal affects?”
“Safe, kept there.”
A tool points to clothing, ill-kept, and to devices that escape discernment lying within a threaded basket.
Immediately he strides to claim them.
(Ignore belongings, conclude this tale!)
The tool’s understanding of the devices advances not a bit when watching the entity pull up the cylinders and mechanism that it straps to its arm.
Even if the wires that adhere directly to the skin animate on their own to connect body and device, the tool cannot claim to understand what animates it.
A bracer of metal and leather also escapes explanation when the entity thrusts his hand through it and jolts.
“Hooh…”
The tool registers a fluctuation of the musculature which touches it, bulging far in excess of previously interpreted enhancement capabilities, before it subsides.
(Vexing, original assessment not incorrect! Changed, how!?)
It is this device the entity studies, before turning to stare at the tool.
“At no time, allowed to be handled by another. Secrets preserved, even when… another suggested further inquiry.”
It is unnecessary to say this, but the conversational flow is expected to degrade if unspoken of how the tool—
“Hah, unneeded. As if anything I owned was something you couldn’t already perfectly see through?”
Some misunderstanding grows.
Propagates with the error of seeing this tool as “all-knowing and manipulating”.
The entity does not bother to change completely, only pulling free his manse jacket and donning his own jerkin instead.
“Every step taken beside you… took me further from my original brilliant designs.” This dismissive voice he uses should offend, but the tool finds a different “impression” instead when it hints of “defeat”. “My rationality declines each day. Though I should pursue… easy victories, I find myself giving them up for something… nobler, so tell me why…!?”
On to the recent tales, the victory over a ghoul…
“… Why would I? Abandoning owning so useful a creature, giving in to the whims of a fawning boy taken by familial ties…?”
Upwards toward the distance windows of this sphere he looks, squinting his eyes.
“That I should look to you, lounging mysteriously at the window, and think… ‘ah, yes, it was an appropriate act, for she approves of it’?”
(A f f i r m a t i o n: found to be a… noble act, this tool did.)
“But, the moment I felt that, the moon turned from me and departed with such impeccable timing.
How impudent!”
Again, his lamentations start.
A fell mood growing only fouler, for a jealousy settles into words spat at a tool.
For, during instruction of Art and “magic”…
“… It was all SO CLEAR when you shared with me your Art, full of rare glee and childlike energy I’d never witnessed elsewhere, that’s when I knew that you could feel real emotions…!”
(A p p r e h e n s i o n: no emotion, only fulfillment of task, of purpose.)
“If you can feel such happiness with Art, why not with…?”
And then, after this lengthy diatribe by the entity that takes both to the mid-point of this strange and tragic night, the present is reached…
To his chest he places a palm, bowing forward and then slapping over his heart, voice almost a growl.
“… Under that huge tree, with you in his arms and judging me, I finally grasped that it was all a game concluding! And you lied to him, for it was only a test of me! To uncover every secret left. So that your supremacy was assured.”
“… No ploy be carried out by this tool; only, to save others, an attempt…”
“Then how do I find myself losing to you, Neesiette!?”
To the tool’s dress he returns to and reaches for, to rub on the fabric at the tool’s arm. Feeling it with bare hands, his expression softening.
“Too inviting…”
(R e v a l u a t e: details as listed bear superficial similarity to a “progression of attractive encounters between a male and female”.)
Finally, a line is crossed.
The tool knows this, for the entity is far too aggressive. Ungentlemanly and avaricious.
Focused not upon external glories and conquest of evil, but upon a non-human teammate and adviser.
(C a l c u l a t e: misunderstanding, both plausible and likely, with 99% certainty, denying the idea that this be pure deceit.)
Touching the tool’s cheek, drawing a line across it, the entity looks purely satisfied, as if ultimate pleasure has been encountered.
“… My vessel cannot sleep, and I can’t recede into the shadows, when across from me on the window’s sill is a silent remnant of paradise. Calling out to me, bathed in violet splendor…”
(E r r o r: degradation of mental faculties appears familiar.)
A man and a boy/entity.
Completely dissimilar in nearly all aspects.
Of similarities, only a few present.
Foremost…
“Why does your mere presence drive from me… the will to do anything but… bask in the evil thing called ‘happiness’ you inflict on me?”
In the end, no matter how the calculation plays out and seeks different conclusions…
(E v a l u a t e: obtaining a vessel and being exposed to this tool’s perfectly made self, progressive distortions of the entity’s original intentions be detected.)
This is the only possible evaluation.
Though much of what this entity is stands as fraudulent, and its actions often veer towards despicable manners…
(C a l c u l a t e: more than obsession, this approaches something destructive called…!)
“… Seeking what, one does?”
A false god is the same as a dollmaker, united in this overwhelming obsession for a creation of Luna.
But, deduction claims there is an important, tragic difference.
“Time was supposed to be my ally, attrition my weapon…” An entity’s laments grow ever distant, despite its head nearing a tool’s ear to whisper. “Falling to my whims by the spoils I bestow was the goal, as you well know…”
“Tender” is the word that describes this entity’s tone, but red eyes are “drunk” on a spoken certainty.
“Until we arrive at a day where you all would conquer any foe at my merest provocation or whim!
A wonderful relationship, right?”
(C a l c u l a t e: admission of absolute malice detected!)
Such an “evil” nature offends.
Guidances offered by a tool, with no maliciousness presented, now stand tainted by revealed truths.
“Admit, one ultimately does, of malfeasance against four others from the start!?”
“Admit?” Rather than appear troubled, the entity only throws back its head. “Hoh! Why wouldn’t I!?”
A comical sneer stretches, a wildness of madness seen on the faces of other Zennians…
(But never to this degree, nor with such certainty of self, nor with such invitation to appreciate, to join in.)
“I intended to drown in your desires as you succumbed to mine, Neeisette!”
“Indeed!?”
“A need to rule this tortured world. To save it, by remaking it in my image.
… Whatever you four desired was fine so long as ‘evil’ wherever it festered on Zennia was purged…”
“Evil, being your primary target…?”
Fast flashes of images, voices, places, and peoples are weighed, judged once more by strict relationship trees with how they relate to this one being.
(A f f i r m a t i o n: “a desire to punish and correct evils”, overarching goal as such noted, cataloged, agreed to in principle, acknowledged as a plausible primary motivator.)
From the evils of the Castillo, to the vileness of uncivilized Petripolis, to the strange story playing out within this manse…
(To seek to conquer Zennia for the reason of “curing” its vileness…?)
Such a goal is beyond rationality.
It’s truly inhuman.
Unbefitting of any mundane existence…
(How… grandiose, be this goal?)
Evasive answers given within a resting place and then at “home” now make total sense, for destroying the Alchemaster is certainly only a component of this entity’s goals.
“To wipe out unfitting competitors” is a necessary step.
A strange sensation within, the tightness that sometimes occurs, comes at this calculation and then releases.
“… for that, no matter how vulgar such explored desires thrown at me, I would loyally accept them, cultivate them for my own glory.”
(A f f i r m a t i o n: in all cases honored and pursued the whims and needs of others before this false god’s own.)
While others would be incapable of being certain of this, for their memories are faulty, a tool’s own intellect is impossible to falsify or fool.
Every last deed done by this false god, this entity that succumbs to an emotion impelled by a tool, stands as tilting toward “nobility” in conduct and “loyalty” toward the chosen few, even if behavior often be gross and methods indecipherable.
(E v a l u a t e: point of divergence, disconnect obvious.)
“But when I abandoned all planning to rush to you, me, an emperor who has obtained everything by careful consideration all of my reign…? That was the final evidence that you rule me now, Neesiette.”
(E r r o r: a tool may not command.
A f f i r m a t i o n: true, its enchaining “feelings” appear.)
“If one stood to obtain this tool, what compels one to give up for it?”
(Unacceptable, for two uniquenesses to be lost within one night. Intercession by this tool…!)
Of this, a tool must now accept as absolutely true that it is being sought wholeheartedly.
And so, it must answer that pursuit.
(P r o g r e s s: to save a unique existence, a tool must sacrifice itself to some degree and seek to service an unreasonable emotional connection.)
“To obtain this tool for the purposes of perfecting and preserving Art, this be allowed. For the purposes of obtaining perfect guiding principles of artificial life and the wisdom to implement them, this be… understandable.” It becomes difficult to decide what tone to use, but a tool finds its tone becoming firm, unyielding, and oddly confrontational. “But, for a false god, for what reason seeks this tool? Brilliance and clarity of thought? Deftness of retooling items of power? Interpretations of the world? Guidance toward… nobler purposes? Comprehension of the powers which shape Zennia?”
“Everything.”
Back to the tool he swings, hands clawing closed.
His attention affixed to the tool’s very core, deep voice denying simplistic needs.
“I seek… everything. I will settle for nothing less than a woman named Neesiette vera Luna. All that you are, the complete existence…”
“… Too much.”
An unfortunate, impromptu answer that the tool whispers causes him to once again near, maniacal energies afflicting his posture.
“I must have you! Especially your… beauty, that form that’s taken me!”
(E r r o r: “physicality” be ranked highest!?
R e c a l c u l a t e: to reinterpret this tool as a “female”, earlier attempts found to be “a means of influencing for nefarious reasons” in fact be real [flirtation]!?)
“It’s… too late for anything else!”
That thing called “darkness” which is spoken of springs up from the entity.
Winding around it, standing as a warning of its potential catastrophic impact if this entity is unleashed.
“… [Unacceptable], be the nature of what one appears to ‘feel’ if directed toward this tool.”
“I don’t know the name of this sickness rotting me, but even if I conquer Zennia, if I cannot sate what I crave after…!”
To the tool’s chin his hand goes, stroking underneath.
Despite this confusing sensory feedback, the tool remains resolute even with an unknown before it.
“… Belonging to a being without peer, this tool cannot be claimed by even a false god.”
“Then I’ll go to Traveler myself and contest it personally.”
(P R I O R I T Y: entity recognized as powerful, protect the Creator from harm.
Exterminate.Exterminate.Exterminate.Exterminate.Exterminate.Exterminate.Exterminate.Exterminate.
Obtain weapon of purgation.)
Destruction of aggressive entities is demanded.
For the purposes of protecting the originating Locus, all foreign corruptions must be purged.
The command that motivates the tool is absolute.
(O V E R R I D E: but!)
That which binds the tool that reaches for a Rod of Force, and the entity which speaks of “contesting” with a perfect Luna, goes deeper than all other bonds before now.
Yet, a hand still draws the rod to bear.
Fullest capture of the entity’s existence is carried out, to assure that no unforeseen defenses may intrude.
From its full height, to width, to weight, to balance, to displacement of the air surrounding it, all is recaptured.
(O V E R R I D E: however…!)
“Yes. That’s what I felt on the overlook. This… rapture…!”
The entity appears stricken by a narcotic frenzy.
“When your eyes shine, I can feel all that I am reflected in them…!”
Rather than flee, attack, defend, or attempt to placate, it instead surrenders itself on its knees in full.
To await an embrace by the tool that is not forthcoming, or at least shouldn’t be, this entity longingly looks with a defenseless fugue afflicting it.
“… Nothing is more beautiful than you, who can unmask all of me.”
“What one seeks, truly be this tool, only this tool, in totality?”
“What I desire is only something perfect.”
(A f f i r m a t i o n: perfectly made a tool be, therefore fulfilling these requirements! Indeed!
E r r o r: how-however…)
“Zennia, existing, Xin, existing, Traveler, existing, all separate loci, as such, foreigners to each other we be, ‘false god’ and ‘descendant of Luna’, therefore… unattainable, a relationship, without errors propagating on Zennia.”
“Oh… ‘if Zennia existing’ is the problem I’m hearing, then…?”
A rod is grabbed, brought to rest against a vessel’s heart.
Then, the entity collapses before the tool, offering no more intruding actions.
Heavy in resignation, while also fiercely smiling with an evil glint.
“After falling into your clutches, I can only demand you accept responsibility for ruining me, or beg for my end by your hand!
I’ll have you no matter what happens, even if I must destroy Zennia itself to do it, Neesiette!”
(E r r o r: superb.
E r r o r+: an entity, self-composed, assured of nature, willingness to apply a sweeping solution, seeking perfection…!
E r r o r++: such a willful destructive act in order to obtain, a tool now valued at the expense of a world, be… superb!
Desired, and desiring, HE, THIS ENTITY, DESI—!
~~reflection heuristic failure~~,
“To be loved at any price”, this be the nature of pure romance! A being from another world discovering this be truly impressive, Art deriving from strict adherence to guiding principles and becoming perfect, like romance, what one desires and seeks to grasp at the expense of any other concern,
“TWO AGAINST THE WORLD/FATE/CATASTROPHE”, ABOLITION OF INHIBITING ENEMIES, ENEMIES WHICH EXIST NOT WITH SUITA—!
~~reflection heuristic failure~~,
~~nesting failure, aborting~~
I n s t i t u t e: self-correction measure.
T e r m i n a t e: external sensory processing and responses.
R e t r y.)
“Neesiette?”
“… Correct, ‘Neesiette’ be the designation of this tool.”
This very tool removes its hands from the entity’s left arm, far too tightly placed as they were once dropping its Rod of Force.
Sensory information returns to alternate objectives, all evaluation processes toward the entity reduced to prevent another failure.
(C a l c u l a t e: emotional interference, identified as “attraction/love”, caused this entity to misinterpret the actions of this tool as “aggressive plotting”.
R e a f f i r m a t i o n: a tool be incompatible with what appears to be “misguided love”, no matter how compelling the existence that holds esteem for this tool.
C u l m i n a t e: reject compassionately, then reform the entity’s psyche, denying also a tool’s errors.)
With the plan in place to free this entity of its obsession by rejecting it dutifully, the tool speaks then.
“Prove one’s commitment.”
“… Pardon?”
(E r r o r: this be not the intended course of action!
R e c a l c u l a t e: such a plan, no doubt created as backup by this tool, presents an appropriate answer however.
One that guides and…)
An alternate goal and guidance plan, made within a second.
If an entity that provides so much potential and cohesion to this group now exists in an unbalanced state…
(This opportunity presents a possibility to elevate under superior governance.)
“To seek this tool, even to traverse the void to do so, prove, one would, one’s… sincerity, if given the chance?”
It’s not what the tool intended, but it begins to gather the emissions which fill this place within the view of Traveler at its height.
(This tool fundamentally rejects Still’s arrogant impression of “ignorant” assigned to a tool! Indeed, aid and advancement under this tool’s guidance be demanded by the entity, disallowing it to fall to ruin! Descending into rapacious assault of another this entity might, lacking gentlemanly training, obsessive attraction overwhelming it…)
To answer this challenge, the entity’s countenance grows firm, body rigidity and temperature hinting at “certainty”, matching the way he softly grips the tool’s arms.
“I’ll conquer any challenge, Neesiette.” Confidence. Found to be an attractive quality.
“Th-Then…” Sometimes producing brief skips within a tool’s processes when it’s witnessed at this level.
“At Traveler’s apex of revolution, when Zennia eclipses the solar body, vision of a home’s surface and gift of its boundless energies at peak… one obtains that chance, if one consents?”
A rapid question, for the tool’s attention is upon refracting the growing reserves being expended within its form.
Something prompts a firm, exuberant response from the entity that will be tested, because he smiles wistfully.
([Commitment to be perfected]… possess this does one?)
“Does one consent to testing?”
“I’m always being tested, so why not by the fairest grader?”
“… Acceptance of terms, noted.”
Taking this being by both hands, the tool pulls it toward the center of the vibrant emission stream which penetrates the sphere’s windows.
“Prepare for realignment. Extend not one’s influence during this process.”
“What process? Do you hide some… Art you haven’t spoken of?”
(E r r o r: entity represents unpredictable harm to eternal memories of—!
O V E R R I D E: “sincerity” sought, to be found or not at only one locus.)
Invisible to seemingly even this foreign ruler, Luna’s gathering magnificence belongs solely to a tool. The workshop’s focusing pattern inked into the floor with a peculiar medium aids in gathering it.
That magnificence now starts to audibly hum as the refraction reaches peak.
“What…? Neesiette!?”
“Be not concerned.”
The partitioned eternity begins to assert, their humanoid forms radiating the thin, branching lines of violet energies which curve to surround now. As its anchor, this tool briefly shimmers and shines so brightly that the entity must avert its sight from it.
(P r o g r e s s: locus contacted, sufficient dimensional tear located, replication of origin.)
Spreading from the tool to the entity, they become linked inextricably for this frozen moment descending upon them. Resistance between material and imagined destination fires out arcs of current just at the point of transition.
A thunderous crack, the abolition of the Zennian locus, causes the entity to flinch.
Following with metallic screeching, signifying the temporary absence of matter surrounding them as both float. Briefly, it appears that the entity tries to draw the tool in, but instead halts.
Concerned.
(Q u e r y: how shall one respond upon seeing it?)
The tool’s sensory features awaken with the arrived at destination, which whines with the lattice-obeying reconstruction of vitrified energy constructs. Their progress is systematic, unwavering as they traverse to complete whole areas. So long as sufficient motivation exists, even this sacred location may appear at a tool’s request.
As the typical fractal dimensions and patterns build from smallest to largest, appearing as the entire complex structure replicated from least onward, the tool allows itself to finally relax its guard in a place it was designed to be within.
Instead of applying its senses to dangers always nearby in a chaotic realm, the perfect order present amplifies these refocused processes.
And so, the tool releases the entity’s hands, allowing the residual violet radiation clinging to them to scatter.
(O b j e c t i v e: testing phase, unique entity [false god], “suitability and sincerity”,
B e g i n.)
Then, with perfect sequence of movement and fluidity, a tool performs a Castillian curtsy as forcibly instructed by a witch.
No matter the physical height disparity versus the scale of this place, a tool is obviously superior here where even the atmospheric pressure an unchanging constant.
“To [Oracle of Arts]/[Zennian Repository]/[Traveler], a false god from a distant star called Xin, welcoming a tool does. For the purpose of perfecting Art, this home as envisioned by the Creator manifests for one’s benefit.”
Behind and around and below, violet lattices continue to shimmer in their reconstruction.
“Though none should intrude here… emergency allowances be made for a few to enjoy an original replication.”
Drawing this being’s eyes away from the tool’s introduction, flashes and movement all about provoke organic reactions.
To follow everything transpiring in this airy place that is thoroughly interlocked by moving instruments. Wherever the recalculations of Traveler take it, it is never the structure which changes, only that contained within.
Here, the Art gathered plays within the gathered amber streams, suspended within view of the central throne and filling the interior. Screens of it narrow before the throne, to be interpreted, all the wisdom gathered naked to scrutiny.
Working toward a more perfect resolution of what is observed below as imperfect, reflecting the interior work area on the mirrored fractal surfaces so that a task or problem may be viewed from many angles.
All with the aid of Traveler’s internal animus providing additional guidance. The minds of its many creations traverse its surfaces to peer out, to observe and be counted upon for aid.
But never to intrude in action or thought.
For this treasury is assigned solely to a tool.
Yet, the entity responds not to this perfect introduction to the tool’s home, prompting it to “huff”.
(Crude. Given to a female, attention should be.)
The entity only resumes staring once finished taking in the centerpiece throne of swooping vitrified energies and Lunascale plating. Standing exactly seventy-nine feet and five inches high, it is the perfect height for the pinnacle figure that would seat upon it.
Contained within a chamber that defies the need for precise dimensions, nestled within the monolithic city sprawl of the vessel of the Creator that travels the stars, here is where a foreign power must offer something more.
(E v a l u a t e: absolutely neutral expression, no bodily changes other than increased rigidity, no emotional details discoverable.
Vexing!)
Nor does this mute entity, so self-composed even now, attempt to run in fear or go wild as others surely would when presented with this glory. However, it does appear quite bland with lips tight and eyes squinting, observing only without so much as returning a greeting.
(C a l c u l a t e: ungentlemanly conduct, “failure to respond to greeting of pursued love interest within cordial timing”, minus 5 points allotted, 45 points current.
… More would be deducted; but, being speechless at such splendor, comprehending a tool does!)
“Standing in judgment of one, opportunity to prove all one said, upon eternal Traveler…”
“… Traveler… Neesiette…?”
Whispering both names, the entity finally stares hard at the tool. With appropriate fascination. Opening its mouth, almost ready to say more, this entity closes it again while peering around with…
(“Interest maintained, entity did not crumble, or attempt violence like a witch”, plus 1 point allotted, 46 points current.
Q u e r y: one’s expression remains neutral, almost sleepy, why?)
With the maximum of sensory features applied to this entity, a tool named Neesiette vera Luna can no longer miss any detail.
All is captured with perfect clarity, just as this eternal place manifests with every nuance impeccably replicated.
(How the following need be framed must entice, draw in the “male”. Emotional corruption, level of, only to gauge, of course.)
“One’s… obsession with this tool that one claimed to ‘feel’ sufficiently to threaten Creator above…?”
A tool turns its head precisely 41 degrees, presenting a side-profile that should provoke any man.
(P r o g r e s s i o n: emulate “unreachable female presence”, institute appropriate combative dialogue opening toward “romantic interplay”.)
“… Having begun to drown within its magnificence, to suffer total mental collapse after discovering that perfection truly exists in defiance of one’s ability to claim it,”
Indicating perhaps an opportunity, one to curry favor by pacifying this “prickly” emotional mood for bonus points, arms folded before the breasts, a likely target of attention now hidden, also motivate.
“One’s commitment to an oath spoken, demonstrated in full, now, to this tool?”
Name: Adris fehl Dain, “Boss”, “Starr”
Titles: Lycia’s Little Brother, Slayer, Gigolo (Self-Admitted)
Race: Xin’El, Emperor’s Child (Human), ???
Sex: Male
Age: ?? – Young
Occupation: Crossbearer; “Star of Ruin, Cast Down from the Sky Upon a Dying World”, Slayer of Petripolis, [True False God] Discipline: [Rule in Dark]
Powers:
[Tool Savant] – “Adris is a tool-collecting-and-utilizing fanatic. Most men would consider him disgusting for loving tools more than his own partner. Has so many tools that it can be said to be his true power. What does he do when he has no tools left? He seeks to acquire more, obviously!”
[Rule in Dark – Wave of Darkness] – “Making victory possible? No, no, no. That thing isn’t that kind! There’s more than that!”
[Brainfry] – “You’re still with me, right buddy? Yeah, you’re still there.”
[Refuse to Kneel] – “Ah, even the Alchemaster can’t make me submit! This is the one that’s saved me all those times!?”
[Tongue of Air and Darkness] – “What’s the difference between this and the old one? Why ‘air’?”
[Conceptual Refusal] – “How the fuck does dominating people’s minds turn into a weird statement like this!?”
[Obscuring Sonjil] – “Man, this thing has gotten pretty strong on Zennia. At first only creating an area of fog, it can now cover a direction? Is something wrong…?”
[Marital Arts – Self-taught] – “Hoh, even if it’s dangerous to use, it feels good to prove to myself that the body is still as willing as the mind! Even if I can’t call it aura, something is inside me now!”
[Verisimilitude] – “Stop giving weird names to what I do! But if my imaginative truths are more believable now, I’m not gonna complain.”
[A WONDERFUL CURSE] – “If that old corpse wasn’t already dead, I’d definitely kill him!”
[Authentic Fiction] – “All tales eventually gain sufficient truth if retold often enough, right? Why shouldn’t my fiction be better than ‘reality’?”
Items:
[Lord of Predation] – “BECOME NOTHING MORE THAN FOOD OR PLEASURE FOR ME!”
[The Mountain King] – “[Honor the gods, inheritor, and ever seek victory for their sake.]“
Disposition: Resilient / Adaptable / Sinner
Alignment: Chaotic
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, with strands of White
Skin: Tanned
Statistics:
Rantil Value – “Even after all of that, Master is still an idiot!”
Attributes by Grade:
Strength – E
Vitality – E
Dexterity – D
Agility – C
Intelligence – D
Mentality – C
Luck – F
Charisma – D
“If you want more, stop being mean to Rantil!”
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “Much the same as before, but isn’t the way you look at others a bit more dashing, now? Forced to open yourself to the world, perhaps the gentleman may grow? That is likely impossible, isn’t it, Adris?”
“You want pity, from her? That might be a taller order than you’ve ever made at any tea shop, couldn’t it?”
Description:
“A boy who is a bit out of place as far as features, he descended from the top of the Castillo to the bottom by pluck, luck, and outrageous lying. Reborn into the world of Zennia, what can be said other than ‘he’s still exactly the same, but different’?”
“What he desires, he gets… the start of something magical. But, tragedies also contain fantastical magic.”
Commentary:
“Can a man truly be strong if he allows weakness to be known? I often ask this question, because it seems like what life really punishes is any sort of weakness at all.”
an a man truly be strong if he allows weakness to be known? I often ask this question, because it seems like what life really punishes is any sort of weakness at all.”
Name: Neesiette vera Luna
Titles: “Moon”
Race: Lunamata
Sex: Female
Age: ???
Occupation: Delver, Mystic
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Rod of Force] – “In what way would it be changed? As designed, so shall it function, correct?”
[Rod of Respelling] – “A lady be every ready to instruct regarding what be in error.”
[“Brings An End” – Ponderous] – “[Ponderous was the end, for the unfair passage of time finally brought even earth to its conclusion]…”
Disposition: Impassive / Calculating / Curious
Alignment: Ordered
Eyes: Pale Violet
Hair: Amber
Skin: Pale White
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Strength – F
Vitality – F
Dexterity – D
Agility – E
Intelligence – B
Mentality – C
Luck – F
Charisma – C
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value –”First imps, and now short girls? This is certainly becoming a pattern, isn’t it? Though you might not fare badly with a girl as beautiful as this, yes? Though she’s a little perfect, doesn’t she seem oddly demure?”
“Hasn’t your fascination with ‘girls of small stature’ been suppressed by an allip? If so, then for it to release, truly you must be a criminal at heart?”
Description:
“An otherworldly existence, she wears clothing that doesn’t fit with the Castillo. With mannerisms quite distinct from all others, even the girls she travels with seem incomparable to her uniqueness. Yet, she definitely seems to be in charge…?”
“When faced with failure, everything that she must do to prevent it is allowed.”
Commentary:
“Soon was not very soon. I am a fraud.”