002 [Video Log]

[lolwhatfuture]

[The feed opens up to a rushing sound: wind, maybe, present but not so loud that it covers her voice. She's been watching the network, the comings and goings of Nuadoria's inhabitants, and isn't sure she likes what she sees]So this place, what, recycles its hostages? One person vanishes and another pops up, like the first person's flavor wasn't

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voice.

[purpletaint]

[...You called for crazy?]

I don't know, you seem rather sweet to me. Delectable, really.

I may be wrong.~

voice.

[purpletaint]

Change.

voice.

[lolwhatfuture]

Uh. Hoo-rah? Yay, change.

voice. [hi, fail LJ.]

[purpletaint]

Change can be a many splendid thing. Or however that phrase goes.

[There's a sigh.] In the end, it only matters if things shift. It's meaningless as it is.

Why can't you have a peaceful death?

voice.

[lolwhatfuture]

I thought it was love, or one of those sappier ones.

'It' being your life, I'm guessing. Existence, and everything that goes with it?

[She also sighs; deep conversation isn't her forte, and his asking of something mentioned quite a time earlier throws her off a step]

Oh, I don't know. People want me dead. I have a bad habit of saying 'no'. Kinda makes it all messy.

voice.

[purpletaint]

Possibly. Though if you speak of love, it's a bit more like our acid in nature.

And incorrect, lovely. Not quite.

[However, he'd rather spare attention for her at the moment. Interesting, possibly. There's a low hum.]

It would indeed make it like that. Though I can't imagine why any would want you dead. You're so charming, after all.~

voice.

[lolwhatfuture]

It sure does rip through you nice and ugly.

Correct me, then.

[Her tone changes to something with more of a sarcastic edge, and despite the nonchalance there's bitterness there]

I think so too. Anyway, imagine creating the perfect tool, and you think that tool's going to help you accomplish awesome things. But, whoops, the tool says screw you guys instead. The logical option is to destroy it, right? I mean, if you're a total asshole.

voice.

[purpletaint]

I'd rather not. We'll save that for when we have a date.~

[Regardless of the creep factor brush-off, his attentions solidify to a single point at the girl's words. And this was... Highly coincidental, now wasn't it?

So instead he laughs.]

...I'd have to wonder exactly where you came from, as to have such a familiar tale. Weapons made are not always weapons wielded, especially if they escape the hold set to wage their own wars.

How absolutely curious. You're fascinating.

private voice.

[lolwhatfuture]

[She sighs, wondering at the improriety of a creepy young boy capable of making her blush. Whether out of frustration by his declining to answer or by his fascination--which usually came to a screeching halt when she refused to do as told--Max couldn't tell.

Either way, she perks up at one key term.]

Familiar... You were made in a lab?

private voice.

[purpletaint]

[It's delicious, really--a new game, a new toy, something not yet fit to break. And he was always right in the end: If one wanted to shock and dismay, there was no point in lies. The absolute truth affected far more and much than any fabrication or fiction, and there was a reason Albedo held to the truth, his own more than any. Still--neither here or there, once more, and his voice lowers, ends on a purr.]

Lab created, institute raised, love. Cloned and engineered for the highest values one can make in a biological weapon. And then tweaked by a different design.

What do you think? Interesting, hm?~

private voice.

[lolwhatfuture]

Fascinating.

[She notes his tone, as well as what could have been pride, of all things, as he spoke of his origin, his purpose. It sounded so much like other experiments she'd encountered. Unfortunately, they had all turned out to be predators.

Tread carefully. Step lightly.

...She wished it were her style to do so, anyway.]

I think it's funny enough running into another test tube baby, but a [relatively, as far as stability goes] functional and successful one? Color me surprised, baby. Did not see that one coming.

private voice.

[purpletaint]

[If there's pride, it's only of being something so adverse to life--a monster made and given a human heart--wasn't there a fairy tale about that? Ever-so-quaint, and not quite what he was going for.

He gives a low sound, then bounces back to his lilting higher tones.]

Functional and successful, you say? Depends on your definition. Most would attest I'm not "functional" at all. However-- [A roll in the word, a shrug behind it.] I'll have to agree. It's far too intriguing.

[Her capabilities, reason for existence, creation--all of these pass through his mind in some kind of obsession, and desire for information.]

...We should have that date sometime. I'd enjoy meeting you, I think.

private voice.

[lolwhatfuture]

[He seems to know he's crazy, and she can accept that in a tolerant, long-suffering way. She did have to admit that, despite her every instinct wanting her to stay away from this boy, Albedo was indeed interesting.

Even if he was seeming more and more the type to rip at her feathers out of sadistic curiosity, but that could just as well be her aversion to strangers acting up.]

Sometime? [Vague enough. Every once in a while, she found herself liking vague.] Sounds like a date. What's your name, anyway?

private voice.

[purpletaint]

[There's a chuckle.] "Sometime." Whenever you wish; I know we'll have to line up our busy schedules.

Albedo.

[He can't remember suddenly. If he's spoken this name but to more than one in this place.]

Re: private voice.

[lolwhatfuture]

There is an awful lot of walking around to be done. But I think I can stand still long enough for a chat.

[An odd name, not that she'd expected anything like Jack or Tyler. No, nothing commonplace would fit him, would it?]

Albedo, like in alchemy. [The whitecoats did have a habit of blabbing around vulnerable young ears.] Nice.

private voice.

[purpletaint]

[...And here is another who reads in-between the lines. To at least know the meaning, if not the process. If she did, he would wonder. As it was...]

So it seems, at the least. It was probably meant to be a joke of sorts.

And you?