Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 14, 2016 9:35:24 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + that text tho... + mmm coffee | Crazy people. Crazy. A term created by the masses to define those that did not fit in within their structure, their society. Otherwise known as insane. Looking at this maid it was clear to the Tuner that she did not fit in with the mentally deficient, merely her mind lacked a certain compassion bred into the human genome. It was funny considering mankind was a warring species, a conflicting creation of their world. It was a good thing they were not naturally an alpha predator, that spot belonged to their technology and as anyone knew- technology could easily be re-programmed. Broken. Deleted. Never mind that now. But that didn't mean the newer Riders were smart enough to think attaching some pokey bits to themselves made them 'Blood' followers, it took a little something different from that. Even in thought it was hard to explain, the girl nearly closing her eyes with the thoughts. A few words escaping her in nonsensical whispers, her forefinger found itself being chewed on quickly enough with the mental process. It stopped with a mental shrug, her hand returning to hide under the comfort of her other arm. The calculations filtering in the new info brought light onto the strange design she'd been so puzzled about. A short, soft hum escaping her. A sound of acknowledgment. Now it made sense, why the Regalia seemed so off. Of course it had already been tuned to its Rider... hopefully. But it explained quite a bit. Her eyes wandered down toward the maid's legs in vain, too many obstacles in the way to see. Such as the table. Ah tables. Them and their solidness. Too bad. It would have been nice to measure out her body, see just how uniquely her body had built itself to match the blades she imagined. Just as the Regalia were tuned to their Kings, the Kings also, albeit much more slowly; shaped themselves to sync with their road partners. It was fascinating, Byakko wouldn't be able to lie about that. The symbiotic relationship between organic and synthetic, such a thing did exist these days. With all the technological advances and whatnot, it was stranger that more people weren't reaching for things past comforts. Television, phones, vehicles... It all matched up to a single branch at one point. That was the joy of being a Tuner. She got to study, to watch such things play out it the most interesting of ways. To listen to the symphonies of these newborn children of the tower... That in itself was something she couldn't deny. So she kept her latest thoughts to herself, merely giving silent nods to show that she was indeed listening. "Time?" she'd echo, eyeing Vy with her blank stare. Did she mean the social measures of society? School and whatnot? It made sense considering how many Riders and Tuner sought a place among the grand majority, how they created a home and cover for themselves. Once again, it was another thing that Byakko did not quite understand. It was probably just her taking advantage of her adoptive family's kindness but it was also a fact that it still felt empty to her. That's why she helped them on occasion. To repay back her debt so that hassles would not pop up down the road. Oh- she had already carved out her existence in that one little world didn't she? Well then... "It's a fitting theme for your Blood." Byakko mused, "The idea intertwines with Flame and Rising." If they were anything like how she remembered them that was. Just as people changed with time, so too did the roads. There was no denying that, it was foolish to think otherwise. Modified, evolving- that's how the air trek world grew. Its how they survived against 'common sense'. "Pied Piper." The name popped out of her mouth involuntarily as she had been imagining the sight of this foretold story. Dancing dead, hypnotized children... was there really a difference? Maybe if it was brainwashing instead perhaps. Another idea she had to stop short, cut that train before she lost herself within her mind again. "They're real." Byakko confirmed for the maid, moving to bury her face against her legs. "Their shape is different but the song is still the same." Cryptic yes. To all of those who couldn't hear the voice of the gear, their unique hymns. It was funny though, nicknames like that. A little divergent yes but the revelation brought another memory to mind, one of a tower sibling. There was someone who would often give them nicknames, a gentle child if she was remembering right. That Child was also a bit more of the homely type if she had to describe them, an old memory. A precious one. For once she was glad her face was hidden, fairly sure there might have been some color to her cheeks from those little joyous moments. Another welcomed distraction shook her from that wave, half her face becoming revealed again once it cooled. "Sounds nutritious." If her ears could perk, they would have at the sound of running water. Another fine example of human ingenuity. Seems like that was neither a joke (not like she expected it to be) nor something left for later. From the look on the maid's face it was quite clear that this was a first priority. A shiver ran down her spine at the mention of borrowed clothes. She wasn't... going to give her something impossible to put on right? Like another maid outfit? Oh but she did get her coffee... Maybe it would be like moving around naked, just with a top? Nope, that chill just ran up twice now. Oh well, best not dwell on it. Its not like it really mattered, if it really was too hard she'd just stick with a towel. No problem, no big deal. Settled. "You aren't hiding your intentions you know. Don't delete my clothes." The girl warned in monotone, getting up from her seat to get this well and over with. It was the least she could do for someone who was feeding her. |
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