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worldexecute) wrote2025-08-01 08:06 am
worldexecute) wrote2025-08-01 08:06 am( inbox @ kart )
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worldexecute) wrote2025-08-01 08:06 am
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[ like she's one to talk. anyway. ]
Full control over a potentially massive project whose only downsides include the willingness of the Karterians to interact with it and our less pragmatic Augmented peers to join in, but the upsides include fostering a good relationship with Patho-Gen -- which I don't see a flaw in, especially if one's curious of their secrets it's far easier to weasel something out of someone who likes you than not -- reclaiming the Light that was lost through the stories they tell and the knowledge you'll learn, and a larger cut of the profits going into your pocket for anything you might want. In fact, you can do whatever you want with the last... even if it means cutting me out entirely, and we'll pay a venue fee for 3kon to attend like we would anywhere else.
[ malkuth leans back in her seat, arms crossed. ]
I mean, the only people who're going to ask about anything back into theirs is gonna be anyone who runs a stall, but I think you can figure out the best way to negotiate that.
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she toys with the edge of her sleeve, mulling it over, then finally looks over to her company. )
Explain what you mean by "reclaiming the Light". Did we lose it? I would assume it hadn't traveled with us to this land, naturally, but.
( it sounds like a little more than that. )
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malkuth gives her a perplexed look, tilting her head a bit before answering. ]
It hasn't, nope! Pretty sure I die like anyone else for real now, not that I'm in a hurry to test that. I've got all the human necessities I had before I became something "non-human", though I can still feel the Abnormalities I suppressed in the back of my mind. Faintly. I guess that's just something I live with, now. [ ... ] You really don't remember? Or-- know? You dispersed all the Light back into The City.
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why would she do something like that? was that what she should have done? how did it come to pass? Angela's eyebrows furrow, searching for a hint of a jest in Malkuth's expression before realizing, no, this isn't a joke. )
I... no, I don't recall. The last thing I remember is... ( ...what's a safe memory? ) Argalia. Him and his band of cronies breaking into The Library. You lot fought them.
( yes. that one's safe enough. it has to be after that point, that this choice of hers was made. )
raises hand. major ruina spoilers, for the unwise,
Yeah, and we won, too. Both times.
[ she weighs the words, lining the timeline in her mind with experienced ease now, and draws from point a to b ]
I don't know what happened up at the top, I just made just the other Asiyah were okay after their bouts, so this is sort of second hand from Roland... after him and Argalia fought, it came out that Roland was some Color -- who'd have thought? -- and also they're related by marriage? Crazy. Anyway, you and him had some talk he didn't go into and you ended up releasing the Light we'd saved up through the "sacrifices" of others, which weren't sacrifices at all because they weren't dead just like, sleeping.
[ .....................
malkuth's kicking at her lightly. not to hit her, note, just at her. ]
Why didn't you tell us they weren't dead-dead, huh? Part of your petty revenge for us going against you? It's a huge relief to know they're back where they belong, or-- well, getting there!
yeah.................. spoilers as well.
but, okay. so he hadn't said anything about... so they don't know what happened. the choice she made there must have been to let go of her revenge, to not let the past shackle her; his choice must have been the same. to agree to begin again together, to work towards a future where such choices didn't space to exist...
...hindsight is easy, but she can't forget the pain in her heart when he'd revealed the truth to her. it persists even now, his name on her skin worsening the less she talks about it, but she can't talk about it.
especially not to malkuth. )
The difference didn't seem to matter. They weren't sentient any longer, so they were as good as dead. ( really, essentially, right? ) I see, however. I appreciate the knowledge.
( could she become the type of person when, faced with betrayal, doesn't choose to lash out?
she doesn't know. )
I'm not certain if we're able to collect Light here, as nothing that worked in The Library does here—for example, I cannot book anyone. ( SO SHE TRIED? ) However, I won't discount the rest of the positives you mentioned.
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[ no, hold on, full stop ]
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( ? WHAT. )
I wanted to see if everything was in working order, or if it was as I suspected—that those particular powers did not stretch beyond the reach of my Library. I would have done the same thing in The City had I managed to leave. Don't make a big deal out of it.
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[ it is a big deal though, that she'd even try it -- that she wasn't past that part like malkuth thought, hoped she was -- and the other woman sighs, closing her eyes with a slump. maybe it's still too new. maybe it's only right to test it, to see... even if hopefully, angela would never use it against someone for real. she wasn't like that anymore. ]
Thank goodness it doesn't. I can't imagine how much trouble you could've gotten in depending on who it was.
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I wouldn't try something if I didn't think I couldn't reverse it. Don't think so lowly of me. ( ice cold. ) Regardless, the book is merely a book. A highly informational one, but a book nonetheless.
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Well... Whatever. What's done is done. [ ... ] We've been exiled by The Head, so our current view is the walls outside The City. Just so it doesn't come as a total surprise.
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So the area we're in more closely resembles that dead area outside of Karteria. ( wonderful... well, the outskirts are a hundred times more dangerous, so. ) How terribly familiar it must be.
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[ from the city itself to the lands outside. ]
But you know... you can see the stars out there.
[ far from the walls, the light pollution, surrounded by entities of all kinds that want to strip your flesh from bone. malkuth sighs, wishing she'd been able to spend a moment more outside. ]
Countless little lights in the faraway sky, just like the countless little lights that faraway city. It's kinda funny how similar they are. Not so easy here, with its dreary weather.
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she's never seen them before, she supposes. in books, yes. in memories that do not belong to her but are encoded regardless in her memory, yes. but she, angela, has never seen them before. to gaze upon bright twinkling lights in the sky, millions upon millions upon millions of miles away—
to reach those, doing everything in her power—
an impossible task, isn't it? )
That reminds me of a poem.
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And are you gonna share? [ ... ] I'd like to hear!
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"Wishing not to have
so much as a speck of shame
toward heaven until the day I die,
I suffered, even when the wind stirred the leaves.
With my heart singing to the stars,
I shall love all things that are dying.
And I must walk the road
that has been given to me.
Tonight, again, the stars are
brushed by the wind."
( ... )
That's all.
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[ and she means it, too. it's a lovely, lonely poem, and reminds her of the angela who was so angry at being left behind, the angela who had seen them loop after loop after loop, the angela who resented her creators for making her who she was and followed the path laid out before her.
... who stepped off it, onto her own. it's a very, very lovely poem. ]
Something you read back in The Library?
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( no. it was before that, probably, but it's easier to say it was in the library. )
What do you think of it?
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[ something... like that. she's not the analytic of their floor, not the literature nerd of their floor, not the sensitive artistic soul... but that's what she thinks.
she wished she could've been brushed by the wind, too. ]
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...Perhaps that's why I felt myself so drawn to it. ( back then, and in reflection. ) Do you have a piece of poetry rattling somewhere in that head of yours that you feel similarly about?
( she doubts it. but. )
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[ sorry she's the history girl
that said... her smile softens. ]
But I like the things Takasugi sings about.
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That's nice, Malkuth. Anything else?
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He really isn't that bad, Angela! I underestimated him too... But no, nothing like yours. [ hmmm. ] The way a friend of mine talks about painting is nice too, though.
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Are you going to pick that up in addition to the rest of your jobs and hobbies?
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[ sue her ]
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