| --The Encounter; obligatory roleplay thread | |
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| Elevatorstuck | Oct 31 2012, 01:58 AM Post #1 |
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The man descended backwards towards his inevitable death in a glimmering raze of glory; blood and glass pelted the courtyard below before Hunter's body hit the brick pathway and the last thing he remembered was the setting sun and the aria around him growing ever louder. Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The blue wings melted into the sky and became the breeze which the slayer rode upon and he did not stop to question it for one minute, nor did he attempt to alter it. Hunter gazed upward, though saw nothing, and could hear nothing; this sensation lasted for what felt like an eternity. Yet even then did the winds interrupt themselves and thus woke the aimless spirit up, and the chorus could be heard again, this time the audibility of it being almost unbearable. He stood before a blinding light and made out a familiar figure in his obscured vision. Without second thought, he spoke. "You truly did mean more than you let on... didn't you?" |
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| Dance of Thorns | Oct 31 2012, 02:19 AM Post #2 |
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"Death was never going to be an end. Merely part of a life-cycle. We are all musicians performing on the stage of life, playing until our last breath and further on into the afterlife." Maurice stated. "Did you feel happy? That you finally killed me? What about all those lives you took before mine?" Maurice stopped as he said those words. "...I get it now. Those voices. The voices of the dead. They welcomed me here and so did they for you. To stand before them and realize what you have done with your life." "Everyone did what they did in life, and regardless of what, it always left an impact. Positive or negative. I know what I did, so what did you do? Will you be remembered as a hero or a villain?" Maurice paced about as he spoke. |
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| Elevatorstuck | Oct 31 2012, 02:37 AM Post #3 |
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"Happy?" Hunter uncharacteristically chuckled. "Happy that the cursed academy may have had its long-awaited vengeance... but for myself? I cannot say." He intently studied the pattern of Maurice's contemplative pacing. "The line between good and evil is blurred... I am fairly certain that you well know this." Hunter found himself standing firmly upward on something he could not clearly see. He tried to pay it no mind. "I wanted to deliver my own personal justice," he stated. He paused for a moment. "Is it the ends that justify the means? Because at this point, I have not an idea what I believe in anymore. But I do believe... that the end of your movement held meaning, much like that of a sacred requiem." |
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| Dance of Thorns | Oct 31 2012, 02:50 AM Post #4 |
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"Interesting. But I have to wonder. Is "personal justice" merely a way of making yourself feel better about the atrocious acts that you've done? Does that end justify the means? I wouldn't think so." Maurice continued to pace as while speaking. "In the same vein, I don't think my goals justified my actions in the end." Maurice chuckled. "My death had a meaning? Maybe as a form of retribution to the musicians that I impacted, but nothing more." Maurice paused for a moment. He stood there, in contemplation. "...Oh right. I remember now. What you said to me before I died. I guess maybe you're right. That said, I have heard nothing from the voices that has told me that was the case." |
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| Elevatorstuck | Oct 31 2012, 03:30 AM Post #5 |
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"While you bring up a valid point," Hunter continued, "I am afraid I already am aware of the sins I have committed... and that my spite and pride cannot justify the fact that I took lives. I am willing to accept the dirges of purgatory that may await me. But, despite this, so far I have heard nothing of this sort." He stopped himself for a moment to listen. He seemed nostalgic when he resumed speaking. "All I hear is uneasy yet sweet dissonance." He eyed Maurice's gait again. What was it that intrigued him so? "Then, if that is the case... what have you heard from the voices? What is it that they have been telling you?" |
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| Dance of Thorns | Oct 31 2012, 04:26 AM Post #6 |
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OOC "Dissonance? The only dissonance I hear is the contradiction between yours words and actions. Far be me to talk about it though." Maurice taunted. Maurice spun around on the spot once, his flowing garment being flung out as he spun. "Admittedly, I haven't heard much from the voices in general. From what little I've heard, it's mostly just been petty complaints about topics that are not relevant to me." Maurice replied. "I'm starting to wonder if those voices you heard were just figments of your imagination?" Maurice stared at Hunter intently, awaiting a response. Edited by Dance of Thorns, Oct 31 2012, 06:22 PM.
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| Elevatorstuck | Nov 1 2012, 12:02 AM Post #7 |
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Hunter raised his brow. Something seemed off to him. "How could you, of all people, dismiss the voices as my own imagination?" he asked, drifting off slightly to the side, his eyes fixed to Maurice's gaze. "You're basically passing off Charlie's existence as moot." He thought for a moment. "Tell me--can you logically explain the ability you wielded which allowed you to rip away the voices your victims, so that they could not scream?" |
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| Dance of Thorns | Nov 1 2012, 12:33 AM Post #8 |
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"I merely made an observation based on my time here." Maurice cleared his throat. "How about you get the voices to come and speak to us then, hmmmm?" Maurice looked at Hunter inquisitively. "Oh right. That." Maurice looked away. "I do not know quite how I came to possess such a power... but yet why waste it?" Maurice looked around the nondescript room. "I don't think you know though what else it did... do you?" |
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| Elevatorstuck | Nov 1 2012, 01:08 AM Post #9 |
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"I could not just do that." Hunter stepped backwards, flabbergasted. "Do you not remember what I said before? The purpose of the higher education is to train our ears not only to better understand mortal music, but also to be able to hear what is beyond it..." He folded his arms in front of him; he was obviously troubled now, though not at Maurice's grisly implication. However, he still had to question him. "I am afraid that the extent of my knowledge goes only so far as this: you were able to steal the voice away of a woman that you considered a threat. She possessed a blessed voice... a threatening vice that challenged you to confront her and handle the situation before she could hinder your advances. Your cursed dirge rendered her powerless, not only in that she became mute, but also unable to move before you killed her." He paused. "So tell me--what more did your bewitched music entail?" Edited by Dance of Thorns, Nov 1 2012, 01:44 AM.
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| Dance of Thorns | Nov 1 2012, 01:33 AM Post #10 |
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"She didn't die painfully. Yes, I used it for nefarious ends, but my music had so much more of an effect than what you think." Maurice grinned. "You'll be surprised to know that it actually completely calms a person down, to the point where they can't speak. Over time, the spell slowly wears off, and the affected start to regain their ability to talk." Maurice explained slowly. "When I found out I had this ability, I actually used to use it on myself when times were tough. It was quite useful back then." Maurice reminisced. "Over time though, as I became more corrupt, I started using it wrongly. It was so easy to do though, because no one would be able to oppose it by its nature." |
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| Elevatorstuck | Nov 1 2012, 02:50 AM Post #11 |
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"So you used it to counter the choristers with blessed music of their own. It wasn't just easy; it was incredibly easy." He stopped here to consider something. "So what was it that drove you to do this? You manipulated both students and instructors alike into contacting the gods and encasing the school in fear." He attempted to put off mentioning that he heard the voices singing again, though less dissonant than what he heard before. It simply could not have been his imagination--whereas the members of the choir were trained to sing and those of the band trained in their instrument, Hunter was trained the most in his listening; and it was not until his time in the academy that he learned what it meant. |
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| Dance of Thorns | Nov 1 2012, 03:23 AM Post #12 |
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"It has been a long time, you know. I honestly do not remember what drove me to act as I did, but yet during these events, that way of life was all that I knew, and remembered." Maurice stopped abruptly. He walked up to Hunter and looked at him straight into his eyes. "Something is bothering you. I can see it in your eyes. We are dead now, so there isn't much point in keeping secrets now, hmm?" Maurice stepped back and crossed his arms. "Well?" |
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| Elevatorstuck | Nov 1 2012, 04:24 AM Post #13 |
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Slightly perturbed at Maurice's sudden confrontation, the man took some steps back before he answered the question. He was hesitant, however--he braced himself to be met with more jeers and taunting. "You claim the voices I heard were nothing more than a hallucination. Yet, Maurice... I've heard them for a long time. I don't remember when I started hearing them, but I know that during my time in ensembles I was much more apt at listening for faults in those around me than performing myself. I got lost in it... it became easy to convince myself that I could clearly hear everyone's flaws in their music; that I could pick out all of their fears just by the way they falter, and the timing of their entrances, and whether or not they end the note properly rather than drawing it out or scooping it up. It was when I began to see the ugliness in people. My own pride took over at this point, and I grew bitter. And then I heard about you..." |
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| Dance of Thorns | Nov 1 2012, 05:07 AM Post #14 |
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"Oh ho ho! How very interesting!" Maurice said with enthusiasm. "To pick out people's faults like that... was that what you came to do in this world? Hardly sounds like something anyone should have to do, personally." Maurice waltzed around Hunter a bit. "So not only did you pick out people's faults, but you felt the need to cull them from this world? Coming from me this is hypocritical, but isn't that just a little unfair? Just because people have their faults doesn't give you the right to cull them without question." Maurice stated. "I'd understand if you were after me and only me, but how many people did you kill before me based on only their faults? Andrew, Annabelle, even an attempt on Charlie himself, and that's only during this incident!" Maurice sounded indignant. "I have to wonder if this is your "pride" or you just having similar motives to mine. We might not be so different after all..." Maurice's voice trailed off. |
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| Elevatorstuck | Nov 1 2012, 05:39 AM Post #15 |
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"The first thing you seem to be forgetting," Hunter retorted, "is that I never claimed my acts against this world to be 'just' or 'fair.' It is easy for me to claim my behavior as fulfilling my own sense of justice... yet you're insinuating that what I believe to be good is the objective good, when I am full aware that it is not. I killed myself, Maurice. After you died, I knew I was reaching a dead end." His tone sounded frustrated, yet inwardly he was much calmer. He thought again on what Maurice told about his music. That his victims must have died in a frightening bliss. "What you further do not understand is that I had no way of knowing how I could find you," he started again. "It was an easy thing to do to merely narrow down my search... and I admit that, when I did not know of your tyranny being the sole cause of corruption at the academy, I blamed everyone else. I needed to end that hell somehow. It disgusted me to know that so much death and destruction had been covered there for those years. "And, in fact, I was not the first one to attack Charlie. He was already set to escape when I met him... and though we did quarrel, I let him be when I realized his identity." He looked away. "I honestly regret that I did not have the honor of killing you myself." His expression softened. "It could be that, perhaps, your similarities to myself made me angry... more angry than I ever have been. And now they can live in peace without you... and without me." Edited by Dance of Thorns, Nov 1 2012, 05:51 AM.
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| Dance of Thorns | Nov 2 2012, 01:50 AM Post #16 |
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"Did I ever say that your actions were 'just' or 'fair'? No, I did not, and I never did insinuate as such. You're shoving words into my mouth." Maurice sounded gruff. He looked at Hunter intently while contemplating his next words. "There were better ways of going about your intended task, you know that right? You also maybe should have been more informed when you went about your merry way cleaning up the academy like a janitor." Maurice taunted Hunter. "I guess in the end you got what you wanted. Bloodshed and revenge. What does that reflect on you as a person?" "All I hear are excuses. Excuses to make your actions seem justified to yourself. It feels like you're in major denial to me." Maurice gave Hunter a quick glance. "We aren't too different, you and I. You might not think so, but I am pretty sure about it." Maurice walked out of the room, returning not too soon after with his cello case. He places the case on the ground and then deftly opens the case. He pulls out a retractable stool, and sets it up on the floor. After that, he pulls out the cello and the bow. Maurice sits there, looking at Hunter intently. "I will play. Now talk." Maurice said curtly. |
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