#lordsilenced

@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... 

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.

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?"

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.

unreal unearth ━ accepting

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