explain your game; I'll play it perfectly. [closed]
Who: purpletaint & lolwhatfuture
What: Ironically, it is the actual insane one who isn't affected by any of this. A certain winged, smart-mouthed, heroic type, however, is.
Where: Wandering around the fountain area.
When: Sometime during the event.
Of course, he was not blind to the current events. One could catch the screams too easily, turn on a device to note the changes going on, and it did seem as if Dai had been speaking the truth. Albedo was not affected by the changes at all. His madness was but yet his own despite everything. It was not as if he had doubted the Magister--not in so many words, at least. But here it was; Albedo untouched, and now there was a bit more to the mystery unfolding before him. A bit more and less, and still it remained.
As in a time before, he hopped up onto the remains of the fountain, swinging his legs idly to the noises surrounding him. The cabbit, normally clinging to his shoulder, had crouched, shivering in his lap. The creature--gestalt--could sense more hostility than Albedo cared about, and he patted it carelessly. So this was the result of a waylaid city? It made sense in ways. Consider it breathing, living, and harmed, and here was its response to intruders. Spread a virus in the system and turn them against each other to destroy.
It was not so different from U-DO, in that manner.
His expression thinned at the thought, and he wiped it away. There was no need for the past to be considered. No need to pull up memories too bright to fade to consider brothers destroying each other--a twin cowardly and fleeting. There was a twinge inside of him, a twitch in his movements, and there existed a kind of frustration knew best--he would rather tear something apart than touch on what was spoken as truth.
Declare truth in all its efforts--it existed in perception, and perception, like reality itself, was anything but clear.
What: Ironically, it is the actual insane one who isn't affected by any of this. A certain winged, smart-mouthed, heroic type, however, is.
Where: Wandering around the fountain area.
When: Sometime during the event.
Of course, he was not blind to the current events. One could catch the screams too easily, turn on a device to note the changes going on, and it did seem as if Dai had been speaking the truth. Albedo was not affected by the changes at all. His madness was but yet his own despite everything. It was not as if he had doubted the Magister--not in so many words, at least. But here it was; Albedo untouched, and now there was a bit more to the mystery unfolding before him. A bit more and less, and still it remained.
As in a time before, he hopped up onto the remains of the fountain, swinging his legs idly to the noises surrounding him. The cabbit, normally clinging to his shoulder, had crouched, shivering in his lap. The creature--gestalt--could sense more hostility than Albedo cared about, and he patted it carelessly. So this was the result of a waylaid city? It made sense in ways. Consider it breathing, living, and harmed, and here was its response to intruders. Spread a virus in the system and turn them against each other to destroy.
It was not so different from U-DO, in that manner.
His expression thinned at the thought, and he wiped it away. There was no need for the past to be considered. No need to pull up memories too bright to fade to consider brothers destroying each other--a twin cowardly and fleeting. There was a twinge inside of him, a twitch in his movements, and there existed a kind of frustration knew best--he would rather tear something apart than touch on what was spoken as truth.
Declare truth in all its efforts--it existed in perception, and perception, like reality itself, was anything but clear.