poly_chromatic | 009 - Reaper of My Evening Song

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009 - Reaper of My Evening Song - Video

Ah. I remember this.

[Karl is seated on the floor of his cell. Book in his lap, idly stirring through it with a fingertip. His face is replete with a Good-Times satisfaction.]

What a splendid evening that was. Full of blood and flame. Diva and I laughed ourselves sick over it afterward.

[A chilling laugh.]

You know, she told me a little secret. She said, for a boy who didn't want it, he was dreadfully eager for it...

[And, smile fixed, he returns to his book. Sick bastard.]

[OOC: Karl's cursed with Memory Theater. He's recalling he and his Queen, Diva, massacred everyone aboard a ship. After which Diva proceeded to rape and kill Saya's adoptive brother. Who, FYI, was 12 years old. Suffice it to say, it was quite the Moral Event Horizon :\]

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I said nothing but the truth.

Diva granted him a favor, really.

She abused him and murdered him out of spite. How is that a favor?

Tch. He was no true Chevalier.

At least, in serving Diva, he proved marginally useful.

He was young [Too young to have faced so much.], there was time for him to learn.

And learn he did.

[Nyah.]

Diva told me he pleased her sufficiently.

You're disgusting Karl. Do you remember nothing of your humanity?

Heh.

What is that, but another word for weakness?

Humanity is not a weakness.

We are Chiropterans. Destined to kill and hate. These humans are little more than entertaining meals. Never forget that.

They have strength you will always underestimate.

Strength to be foolish and pathetic?

I agree. They possess that in spades.

The strength to fight.

And the capacity to lose.

Again, again, and again.

But not always.

Tsk, tsk.

I fear you're doomed to be disappointed.

You fear? Perhaps. I don't know my future. But I do know yours. And you will be. Well, for as long as your life remains at any rate.

Whether or not my life remains is inconsequential.

[A flash of fang in his twisted smile.]

These humans will suffer destruction from their own stupidity. And Chiropterans shall reign over them, eternally.

Gentlemen... can we at least make this private? Or shall I call in the local tabloids to air our family grievances to the whole City?

Keep out of this, Solomon.

The second-rate Chevalier requires some enlightenment. If you refuse to do it, I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.

I don't care if the two of you choose to wring the life out of each other, just do it with some discretion.

Announcing our private lives over the network is sheer idiocy that could endanger us all. Or are you trying to bring this on our heads?

It was he who spoke first.

[A sullen look.]

Why must we continue to hide ourselves, brother? Especially here? If Diva were to arrive, how stifled and miserable she'd be.