Posted by: Maalech May 27 2008, 09:50 PM
"Ah." Maalech nodded, as if this made perfect sense. "So it is less about what I actually am using her for, and more about who it is that is using her. Me. Or rather, as you say, me in the aspect of almost family."
He mused on that for a moment, fingertips pressed against one another.
"Yes, I am aware of the fact that she is grooming me as you put it." He made a faint face at that. "But you should also be aware that I have not yet said yes. Nor am I certain I ever will. Which Aspect of this is it that you have the trouble with? The one that grooms me, or the one whom I am supposed to replace?"
Posted by: Scarlet May 27 2008, 10:05 PM
"Oh, I haven't got a problem with either Aspect." She moved in closer, gown whispering at her feet, and slipped in near to Maalech, close enough to feel body heat. "I do have problems with people trying to muck about with my avatars. There's not room in that pert little body for the both of us, buster."
Posted by: Maalech May 27 2008, 10:14 PM
"I am not interested in her body." Nor did Maalech seem that interested in her body either, at least not in any other capacity than a possible threat. Though the wrinkle between his eyebrows had deepened quite a bit. "I am interested in how the thread of her fate grows to resemble that of my wife. I am barely influencing her actions. It would render the entire experiment moot."
For a moment he was silent, then admitted "It might have proceeded too far to be aborted easily, even should I wish to. The Queensman have already begun to unravel the shields I placed around her. What you are asking me to do might mean the destruction of my wife."
Posted by: Scarlet May 27 2008, 10:23 PM
"Call me when I give a shit." She turned in a neat half-circle, bare shoulder brushing against Maalech's chest, and stalked off across the room again. The little lighter came out again, as did a second cigarette. Fire flared, and in the snap of the lighter's lid, she blinked out of existence.
Posted by: Morgan deCiel May 28 2008, 10:58 AM
Morgan looked after the woman, rather angered at how he'd kind of wanted to lose his shit when she'd turned even that fraction of her ire on him.
And that she seemed to know.
But, then, what's the point of being an omnicient (or at least nearly so) being if you didn't know things?
The man looked over at Maalech for a moment before looking back to the shadowed corner of the room, wishing he could have somehow felt the woman's presence like he felt other people's. "Your friends, family, colleagues or whatever you're going to be calling them, I really, really am starting to dislike them."
Then Morgan frowned, looking to the other man, "Does that mean Aly's going to be one of that Scarlet woman's avatars, too?"
Posted by: Maalech May 28 2008, 08:34 PM
"It is still not decided." Maalech let out a breath when the woman had left, losing the calmness that he had cultivated. Instead he looked rather annoyed, and more than a bit flustered by the visit.
"I distrust this on a deep level, you of all people should know that by now. I do not desire to be something other than human, it has never been my goal." But still, this was not godhood... this was being able to look behind the scenes of reality in ways that he had always wanted.
Always. Dream and nightmare in one neatly wrapped package.
"And I assume it was not her intent to be liked. She was here to threaten. Had that not been the case, I surmise you would have seen a different aspect of her. She would be the one closest to humans in ways of behavior, seeing what she represents. That also explains the jealousy."
Maalech shook his head. He had started pacing now, almost without conscious effort. "This I did not foresee. What are the odds of the countess being... seven mortal hells!" Maalech swore, then abruptly stopped.
It looked as if some thought had struck him so hard, he was still reeling from the shock.
"This could be bad."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel May 29 2008, 12:23 AM
I don't even know what you're thinking, Mal, and I'll tell you for free that it is bad." The man watched the other pace, frowning deeply and, without quite thinking about it, the man began to pace as well, scowling deeply.
"Even if you haven't decided, you're still..." the man sighed, "I know you didn't ask for it." Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, the man forced himself to stop pacing. "See? This is what happens when you start fucking with people, Mal. They start fucking back and everything goes sideways and you end up dead or crazy."
He felt like throwing something.
Posted by: Maalech May 29 2008, 08:40 AM
"Yes, of course I could get killed, that is not the issue here..." Maalech dismissed that notion with a wave of his hand, what bothered him was not his personal safety. If it had, he would never have walked this path he did now. In fact, being threatened at this level made him feel more at ease than if it had been someone holding a blade to his throat. That was just so undignified.
"What concerns me is the possible parallels between what I have known as the Tzarg, and these aspects." He forced himself to calm down, there had come a tone in his voice that he did not quite care for. "This was of course a concern from the start, one admitted to by the woman you named Anne." This all made him deeply uncomfortable.
This was why emotional attachments were bad. They clouded your judgment.
"I am not certain whether it was deliberate misdirection, or whether it was a confusion of the terms used but... one of the things that she claimed made it fairly certain she was not one of what I would term the Tzarg was that the Tzarg recruited people. Humans. Made them a part of the whole. She claimed that was not what she did. However, now I am wondering whether she ever only meant the words to apply to her role in this. Because clearly am I currently in the process of possible recruitment unless they are all lying to me." He had recalled his calm now, think about this logically and accept the conclusions. That was the one way to deal with matters like this.
"The Countess Niall... seems to have been claimed by the Scarlet aspect. For what I can only hazard a guess at, I would assume that she provides a suitable body should she choose to walk the planes as a human. I have seen this done with others of the Aspects, borrowing human shapes, I was just not certain whether they could take anybody, or whether they had preferences. I am also not certain whether this would also apply to choosing their successors. I am told that there were other possibilities for the Grey aspect apart from me, all currently native to this world. Perhaps this is what the Countess is, a possible replacement should Scarlet choose to step down. Or both."
Maalech paused, smiling very thinly, almost icily. "And then consider what drew me to the Countess in the first place when she was a child. I met her when researching the parasite, it was a meeting I choose to have to influence the course it was taking. However, I was immediately struck by the possibilities. By the possible threads all tied to that child. What was it that made me pause? Besides a superficial resemblance in manners? Is it possible that the potential I felt in her is the same potential that makes her useful to Scarlet, and in turn would be the same potential that resides in Alynealin?"
He frowned, pressing the tips of his fingers together as he pondered... "What drove the Tzarg to destroy her home. That is one of the things I have never found an answer for. What brought the attack? The closest thing I have had to a theory was that it was intended to draw her out. To force her, and her sisters to abandon a land and destiny they would never leave otherwise. Why else would they make the attempt to recruit her as soon afterwards? To help craft a land that was nearly abandoned after an improbable calamity? She moved there as helpless as any pawn. And I was a fool for not seeing it at the time. And I was even twice the fool for not being able to talk her out of accepting despite my misgivings..." There, anger at last.
At himself. He should have foreseen this.
Posted by: Morgan deCiel May 30 2008, 02:10 PM
The man listened in silence, watching the other man stew and consider and think.
He could almost SEE the dots in the man's head connecting. But it was all moot to Morgan; he wasn't there for most of those dots. And many of them didn't matter too much to him.
Morgan shrugged some, "I couldn't even begin to guess. You're assuming the Tzarg even think like we do or like they do. Even if they have people working with them or joining them..." Morgan trailed off, feeling as if he were gasping for air, in too deep. He scowled down at the scar on his palm some, wishing he had the ability to reach out and grab that fucking deck of cards and cleave the thing and get some fucking answers.
But answers weren't coming.
Just more questions.
"So do you think the Tzarg's 'Scarlet' might have its eye on Aly like this one has for this girl?" Morgan shrugged some, before looking to the man, "Pity you can't just tattle on Scarlet to the Tzarg about how she doesn't seem to care about Aly getting dead in persuit of a new Avatar or whatever it is that she was going on about."
The man sighed some and looked back out the window, scanning for another of those damned mountains, "Why do you get me into shit like this, Mal? I fucking apologized." Old, stupid things to bring up. But he'd been threatened by something that could probably just put him back in Hell without any actual effort.
He grasped at his wrist then, resisting the urge to see the blade just in case.
They'd taken her away from him before. He didn't want it to happen again.
Posted by: Maalech May 30 2008, 09:44 PM
"At this moment I don't -think- anything." Maalech watched the other man intently. "And I assume even less. I simply consider possibilities. I do not know what the Tzarg is. All I ever had was secondary information from two levels away. That is all that anybody has, presumably because anyone in closer contact either ended up dead or simply was removed. Or had their knowledge of them removed. That has already been threatened to me in case I was cultivating this only to use the information received for my own ends."
He resisted the urge to join Morgan as he peered through the window, instead resigning himself to what would happen. "I have not got you into anything. You have free will, just like any man. This is not about you. Likely you are not even threatened, if you do not consider your uncanny ability to make women angry at you."
That was a low blow, but so be it. He did not have the patience to coddle. "Listen. I do not how whether these beings are Tzarg. I do not know if they are cousins of the Tzarg, if they are another tribe of them or whether they are something completely different. I simply do not know because as I said, I do not know what the Tzarg are. That was in part why I made the choice to walk this path." He sighed in frustration, scowling at the empty wall. "In fact, I do not even know whether my machinations are protecting is from the Tzarg or not. They could very well have been aware of what I have been doing since day one, and for their own reasons not interfered. I simply do not know. In this, I am not better than any superstitious peasant. A peasant might believe that a certain amulet wards off wolves. He believes so because he travels roads where other people have been slain by wolves and yet he has never been attacked. To him, that is proof enough. But he do not understand why. To him it is divine protection, or magic. It could simply be luck that he has been avoided so far. Or perhaps the wolves are not as voracious as everybody believed, or it is the fact that he travels by day only. It could be a fluke. That is what I have. I have hidden us as well as I am able, with crafts I only half understand myself. We have not yet been targeted, and for me that has to be proof that they work. However, it could simply be that they have not looked for us. It could also be that we are watched, and kept under observation. It might very well be that these beings here are the very Tzarg, that have now taken steps to recruit me. I do not -know-."
He spoke the last with vehemence.
He loathed not knowing.
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 1 2008, 02:10 PM
"Yeah, I could leave. And I'm not... Look, for all my talk, I know I could just stop. And I'm not..." Morgan rubbed at the bridge of his nose, turning to the man, " I want to see this through. I'm a mage."
He smirked a little at that, shrugging, "I want to know."
He was out of his element. He knew it.
Didn't stop him from trying to adapt, though.
"Shit, even all bound up like that, you're still more of one than I am." The man had to smile at that before he returned to the window, "And I guess we're all back to just hoping like mad that we have half a grasp on the situation, hm?"
Posted by: Maalech Jun 2 2008, 08:12 PM
"The only way to ascertain that is to gather more information. Something which I am not well equipped for at the moment, at least in some areas." Maalech admitted this reluctantly, but it was true.
"Regardless whether I will follow the 'friendly' advice or not, I need to know exactly how entangled the Countess is in the web I prepared for her. If the Queensman can tear up the cards, I suspect more deeply than I ever would have imagined. I did not prepare for an analogy of myself in this weave, but I assume it is inevitable. And it complicates matters." Maalech rubbed his chin, pondering deeply.
He was quiet for some time, several minutes in fact as he went over what needed to be done. Then he spoke.
"Do you imagine you can get close enough to the Countess, or friends of her to gather the information I need? He realized as he said it what an annoyance it was not to be able to view the web in person. For a moment he was tempted to... no. That would be giving up in quite a different way.
"I know some facts already, I assume some others, but I would need to be sure how much time we have. Also, I would very much advice against the Queensman tearing up any more cards. To have more of her memories return is dangerous, there were reasons why I blocked then. Regardless what people might think, it was not a random act of cruelty."
He had started pacing now, frustration over this inaction already building. "Our options are becoming limited and risky. But I assume that is as it should be."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 4 2008, 12:56 AM
"I'll can try." Morgan scowled, looking down at the ground, "What am I looking for? the girl's Sword?" The man smirked some before exhaling sharply, running his hand over his head.
"You sure you don't want to just be an archmage again?" He looked over at the man with a half-smile, not sure if he was joking or not.
But, truth to tell, Maalech was better at it.
Posted by: Maalech Jun 4 2008, 08:56 AM
"No. This path would be of little use if I just stopped walking it as soon as it became inconvenient. " Maalech dismissed the suggestion abruptly, mostly because despite himself he was very much tempted to. But he distrusted temptation.
"And no, there would be no sword. She had none back then, and it is the early analogy that this is based upon." He walked over to the window, leaning against the windowsill as he watched the garden. "What we are looking for is the lynchpins."
After a moment of silence he spoke again, still not watching Morgan. "Some of these things I know, others i guess at, but I will name them regardless so you understand the scope and direction. The central pattern is exile. Loss of land and people to a force more powerful than she could have foreseen. Anchoring this pattern is a number of important points. Acquiring the displeasure of the gods by refusing a sacrifice, then performing said sacrifice for the good of her people. Acquiring a consort from a different people, then having him almost be killed by the Queen. Becoming pregnant. There are a myriad smaller things as well, but they can wait. They bring strength, not pattern." Maalech frowned deeply, then finally turned to face Morgan.
"I suspect that her Queensman is her consort as well. I also suspect that the reason she is here, is because she was exiled and lost her land. I know that she had aquired the displeasure of the gods by not performing the human sacrifice, but I do not know for certain if she went through with it. I do not know what the relationship is between the Queen and the Countess Queensman. Has she made any attempts on his life? Has he defended himself against her? Already the parallels of the Countess heritage were close enough, they were the reasons I chose her from the start. Old blood and new. Living in the last days of her kingdom. How she treats her horses."
He was not rapidly approaching one of the points that annoyed him the most, and it showed. "Above all, I need to know why the Queensman suddenly influences the web as if he were occupying my point. It should not be needed, at that time he was consort, nothing else. Who engineered this? Did he approach Alynealin first, or was it the other way around? I need to know what he is doing. Because I cannot overlook the possibility that he might be manipulating this web to his own end. That every card pulled is not by chance but by design. That he is feeding her back her memories one by one in just the right order. Who is he? What is he?" It seemed absurd, but Maalech looked far more disturbed by the thought of that man than by the possibility of not so divine vengeance for his transgressions.
"Surely the thought has struck you as well. If he can influence the cards, that means he has the possibility to influence all my designs as if he were me."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 4 2008, 11:06 AM
"Maybe you should meet the guy first," Morgan said, chuckling, "Maybe he's a very good actor, but he doesn't seem to care much about being the Magus to Aly's Queen of whatever." he made a vague gesture with one hand then, sighing some.
"You're overthinking. Calm down, Mal. I can find out what things are life between her and the Queen and I can find out about horses and all that, but..." Morgan scowled a little, looking back at the other man, "And I don't think he's the one who set this all up, Mal. I seem to recall you talking about thinking this was all a good idea."
Morgan was quiet for a moment, running his hand over his head, "And watching the guy? If it was intentional... again, he's a good actor. He doesn't consider himself the Magus. I don't even think he knows what to think about the cards... 'cept that he doesn't seem fond of you for what happened." The man shrugged a little, "But absent the facts, you probably wouldn't think it was so great yourself."
Posted by: Maalech Jun 4 2008, 10:04 PM
"Oh, I am rather pleased that this has progressed so rapidly. That was never the issue here. But just because I find that something proceeds in the right direction, does not mean that someone else cannot use that to their own advantage." Maalech sighed, running a hand over his short hair. He loathed to admit it, but Morgan was most likely right.
"I will accept your judgment of him for the moment." He sounded a bit hesitant as he spoke, because he was not used to trust anybody else when it came to things like that. Least of all Morgan.
"I just wish to avoid the worst. If... Scarlet takes issue with the use I have for the Countess, and if the unraveling of Alynealin's blocks proceeds... then the number of possibilities that are not outright disastrous are quite limited."
But there were still possibilities. There always were.
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 5 2008, 07:31 AM
"Great. But at least you're smart enough to help let me know which ones are the bad ones." Fuck, did he just say that?
He wasn't Maalech's yes-man.
"For my own part, I'd rather this whole thing just slowed right down." He frowned some, looking out the window up at the night sky, "Just a shame about that girl, is all I'm saying. And not just because that 'Scarlet' wants an avatar." The man grimaced some at the thought of Scarlet speaking out of someone else's mouth--Morgan might never know--and ran his hand over his head.
"And, look, the Magus kid isn't too bad. Hell, he might even be able to help her not die. I'm guessing that's good for all involved, right?"
Posted by: Maalech Jun 5 2008, 08:42 AM
"It is rather essential for all involved in fact. That is one thing you should also seek to find out. Did he save her life? Was he the driving force behind her exile or did she go willingly?" Maalech didn't seem to notice that Morgan had agreed with him, or that it was something odd about that.
In likelihood, Morgan's views just didn't matter, whether they were positive or negative.
Or perhaps he was just too deep in thought.
And really, somewhere in all this the man had almost started to smile. The truth was that despite the frowns and the worries, he looked more animated than in many weeks. Months even.
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 5 2008, 08:57 AM
Morgan looked sidelong at the other man, frowning some. He really hated when Maalech smiled like that. Like plans were coming to bear. The same smile Morgan felt on his face when he thought of Joy or Phaedhra.
Something too damn deep.
A part of him wondered if it might not be easier to just off the girl. Derail Mal's plans and get her out of harm's way.
But, then, he imagined that Scarlet might have a thing or eight to say about that. Or, rather, kill about that.
Running his hand over his head, Morgan just frowned, "So is he heroic, did he get her kicked out and how much of your stuff can you project onto him. Gotcha." Morgan frowned some, leaning against the wall, "So does this lock her into that same kind of cycle as Aly? Explicitly so?"
Posted by: Maalech Jun 5 2008, 04:27 PM
"Manipulating the threads of fates are a very recent research of mine. It is in its infancy, I cannot throughly predict exactly how deep it takes hold." Maalech mulled over this a moment, rubbing his chin. "Also, I am not crafting her fate. This is her own doing, as you well know, anything done of ones own free will has double the value of something one is forced into. They are all her choices. But just as one can find a road that goes parallel to another road and leads to the same destination, I have found her to be quite similar to Alynealin. I could not do this otherwise."
He walked over to the stack of books near the bed, hunching down to pick up a notebook. He leafed through a few pages, pondering, then leafed through a few others before he spoke again. "Should I choose to finish the weave, my aim is to gently untangle the particulars of the binding cycle the Tzarg placed up Alynealin, and entangle them on the Countess. I predict that this will not lead to the woman being locked into the same cycle. They are still too dissimilar for anything but superficial deceit. However, there is a moderate chance that it will happen. It will be impossible to tell until she dies, which is in part why I thought the Countess made a perfect choice. The Tuatha lives for a long time, and if she makes it through these troubled times she has centuries or even millenniums to look forward to. It was my intention to make sure that she lived for a very long time indeed. Because once she dies, I am almost certain that the Tzarg would know that they are fooled and would retaliate. I would have to be ready then."
That made him grimace, and he turned to Morgan to add "This is of course assuming that we are not already dealing with the Tzarg right here and now."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 6 2008, 12:05 AM
"Never could confuse you with someone who was thinking small, eh?"
This was so fucked. The man made a good case, sure. But.
"I hope you won't mind if I take a little to mull it all over. You're dumping an awful lot of stuff on me. I'd like to have a bit to think about it." Because, well, Maalech was good at getting people to do things. There was no reason to assume he needed anything more than good intentions (were they, though?) and a little time to work on someone.
"And, y'know, there's a lot of really important "ifs" there."
Posted by: Maalech Jun 6 2008, 08:03 AM
"There always are. There are no certainties in life, only the fools look at things in black and white, true and false." It was all probabilities. Chance. Life was not a set of absolutes. If it had been, that would have bereft the Art of all its power.
"However, there is no way to ascertain the truth of these matters than by going forward. But by all means, take your time. Hurry have killed more men than caution." If anything, Maalech seemed to be a bit relieved that Morgan showed hesitation, it meant that the man appreciated the gravity of their situation.
In the past, the man had been rash beyond belief. Perhaps finally he was learning.
In fact, he would prefer some time to think himself, these last developments had all come step in step. He needed to recast his predictions, work out what effect this could have on the pattern.
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 7 2008, 03:13 PM
Most of the time, it was only his own ass on the line--and he could count on himself to pull his fat out of the fire. But something like this?
There was something obscene about it, even if it was a subtle working.
But it was pushing people (well, okay, a faerie, but close enough) toward... toward anything. It grated on him. Manipulating. Weaving a fate.
The man scowled at the garden beyond the window, "I am a fool, Mal. This is a bad thing. I just have to figure out if it's a bad thing I can live with or not." He looked over at maalech for a moment.
The conscience was a burden. He guessed Maalech had gotten strong enough to bear it. Morgan wasn't. Not any more. "Don't let this get too bad, Mal. I'll do what I can, but you're the one who's been playing the strings. I'm so entirely ready to beat your ass."
Posted by: Maalech Jun 7 2008, 05:29 PM
"It would not be overly hard now. Like it or not, you do have my life in your hands." Maalech frowned as he said it, because no matter what he still disliked this helplessness. But Morgan was the closest thing he would find to a man that he would trust. At least he knew the gravity of their situation.
"Look. Morgan." He sounded tired as he spoke, turning to face the other man. "I just wish this to be done, with minimal damage to all concerned. But there are always sacrifices. You just need to figure out which ones you are willing to do. We are quickly passing beyond the status quo here, soon there will be no returning to what was. Something will change and it is up to us to decide into what. But go, think. But be done with it soon. There is no way to predict how long we will have."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 9 2008, 01:33 AM
"Yeah." Morgan grimaced, thinking back to that little clay disc. He should just 'drop' the thing and let Mal be on his own.
"There's always sacrifices," repeated Morgan, running his hand over his head, "Do you have any idea how much of an asshole you sound like? Do you? I mean, me? I'm just a garden-variety thoughtless prick. But you take it to..."
Morgan cut himself off, shaking his head and looking to Maalech for a moment, "You do realize that if everything goes wrong you fucking deserve it, right?" He just stared at Mal for a while then, "There's no amount of smarts or manipulation that'll hold off... I don't know. Fate or love or karma or whatever from coming back around and dumping things back on you."
Maybe he wasn't the most learned of magi. And it was a truth he'd found along the way.
Posted by: Maalech Jun 9 2008, 06:10 AM
Maalech gave the other man a dry look. "And this is somehow news to you?" He shrugged and shook his head. "It matters little what I sound like, reality do not change just because someone has the wish to wrap it in a more palatable cover. There is no universal book keeper that keeps track on Karma. There is no such thing as fate, or divine punishment." Maybe his words sounded too sharp even for his own ears, because he held up a hand to stave off any comments as he continued, sounding tired.
"I will not argue what I deserve or do not deserve. It is as you say, you are thoughtless, as most people are. You hide your thoughts behind ignorance of their consequences because otherwise you would have to adjust your behavior or change your view of yourself. But the truth is that most people do not want to think. They want to be kept ignorant of what they do, so they can escape the truth of their influence on people. If any of you had truly sat down and thought things through, you surely would have seen what..." He broke off, dismissing his own comment with an annoyed wave of his hand.
"Never mind. It is not important. If you believe that is the truth, then be at peace and know that surely the universe itself will punish me."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 11 2008, 10:35 AM
"No," said Morgan, turning to face the man, "Go on, say it."
Facing the man with a scowl, he crossed his arms, chin jutted out angrily. "I try to follow your massive trail of shit, but at every turn I run into some giant wall left up either by the fact that I don't know what people to watch, what things to do or what patterns do anything to anything else because I just don't have your perspective."
He flung his arms out then, "So, tell me, Mal. What would I have seen if I just sat down? Spell it the fuck out for me, man, I'm no fucking use to anything flying blind as I am. I'm not LIKE you. I don't think that way."
Posted by: Maalech Jun 11 2008, 08:22 PM
Maalech didn't back down, he just crossed his own arms in turn, facing the taller mage with a composed look on his face. "What I was about to say was that most people at an early age choose to be unaware of the consequences of their own actions. They willingly choose ignorance because it hurts less, and they do not want the responsibility. After a while they lose the ability to see how their actions influence others. It is not something that can be relearned after a lecture."
He spoke calmly now, as if Morgan's agitation had enabled him to find that stony composure once more. "You spoke it clearly. You do not think like that, there is nothing I can do or say that will enable you to suddenly think or see the larger picture. Perhaps I spoke glibly about just sitting down to see, because this takes time. If you are willing to learn, I -will- show you how because I am dangerously short of allies. However I think that from the sound of things you were just going for a point and a quick solution."
That made him sigh, a look of faint annoyance on his face. "The quick solution is this. Trust my judgment. Do what I tell you. Let the consequences be on my conscience."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 12 2008, 08:07 AM
"If if were that easy." He smirked some. "I can't." Morgan paused then, standing up straighter before turning away again, "It's not that easy. If I just... If I just listen to you, it's all on my head."
He scratched at the back of his head, sighing.
"I'm getting out of here. You're... I can't think. This is just so fucked up." He flexed his hand a little, closing his eyes as he felt the blade squirming around inside him. Consequences.
How in Hell was he supposed to look THAT far ahead?
Posted by: Maalech Jun 12 2008, 08:27 AM
"For what it's worth..." Maalech hesitated there for a moment, watching the other man's back. "I know my conscience is not clean. It will get dirtier before this is finished. Yet this is the path I have chosen to walk, and not just for the sake of my own fate. I failed. I should have made her heed my warnings. My failure is the cause of her entrapment, I will not walk away and leave her to her fate."
That made him look almost depressed, but he simply sighed and shrugged. "Go. Think. We still have time."
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 12 2008, 08:31 AM
"I know, Mal. If I thought it were for anything but her, I'd have just kicked your neck in by now."
Morgan scowled at the man before he reached out and grasped at home for a moment, "This'll make Aly sane again, though?"
Posted by: Maalech Jun 12 2008, 08:34 AM
"If it works according to my calculations she will be sane, and hidden from the Tzarg." He had to trust himself there. If his worst nightmares were true, they were already lost anyway. Confidence was the only thing that was needed here. Doubts got you killed.
Though having her sane would lead to new problems, but that was something he would have to face then.
He was no fool. He knew he would most likely lose her.
Posted by: Morgan deCiel Jun 12 2008, 08:37 AM
Morgan looked back at the man for a moment before slapping the other man on the arm. "Then keep thinking. You're getting more and more info..." he looked upward for a moment, "Here's hoping Scarlet or Anne don't take any more interest in this whole clusterfuck."
He sighed then, "You're a good guy underneath it, Maalech. I know that. But you're still SUCH an asshole."
Posted by: Maalech Jun 12 2008, 08:43 AM
Maalech waited for a moment until Morgan was gone, then he let the tension slip and an amused smile started playing on his lips.
Good guy indeed. Morgan was so naive, but he should not complain. At the moment he needed the man, and that naivety was his best and strongest tool.
Now, where were he...
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