Post by fairchild.txt on Dec 21, 2020 18:12:52 GMT
"Lead the way" Jak deferred, "You were the only one who saw it happen. Best I know he came from the back of the ship. Other than that, I'm in the dark."
After a few minutes in silence, while traversing the halls, Rome finally spoke up, "We have a question! Why is it you choose order?" Looking back to Jak, "Chaos is true freedom, Order exists to control and restrict. Look at how it is making you feel now." Jak took a moment to ponder that. She considered arguing against it, outright. Her entire body tensed, but looking back at Rome, she could see such an innocent expression on his face that she knew it wasn't said with malice. Or... maybe he was hungry? Honestly, it was hard to tell, and the teeth thing didn't make it much better, when he did it. She was fairly sure it was innocuous, regardless. Jak threw her left hand up in a shrug, her sword hanging over her shoulder. "That's the question, isn't it?" Jak murmured, "Why'm I doin' this? I could have it easy a' home. Could make a mint, then slouch off the rest m' life like Aunt Addy." "I guess it's because... I think there's somefin' there worth fightin' for. Because Chaos? That' be easy. It's Order that makes ya work for it." Jak grinned proudly as she spoke, but her expression quickly petered out into an exasperated sigh, "But enough reruns of 'things I've heard at family dinners' for now, eh?" "What about you, I take it from how you look and what you've said... You were born into Chaos, too?" Jak retorted, suddenly interested in learning about Rome, "Why haven't you chosen to leave it yet? Troubles haven't caught up with you yet?" "Because let's be clear, in this world we live in? It's ruled by Order. And Order fights Chaos all the time. Sends demons like us screaming away." Jak mused, "And if you're really doin' what you're doin'. Killing people so long as someone else don't beat ya to it... You know someone's gonna want you dead. Could come looking for you..." "Chaos can't run forever." Jak resolved, "Like this monster we're looking to kill. It can only run so far." Perhaps a bit heavy-handed, but Jak was in a bit of a mood. Jak fully intended to help Rome with his goals, though Jak would ask certain concessions beforehand. But if there was ever even a murmur that Rome was breaking Jak's trust, she'd take point on the manhunt, herself. For now, they were allies, and they would part ways as such. But that doesn't necessarily extend to their next meeting. And in Jak's mind, she was explaining this to Rome. Though, if the child-like demon could even understand the subtext, Jak didn't really know. Upon arriving to the scene of the attack, Jak surveyed the scene. "Old bastard was tougher than he looked." The floor and one of the crates were splattered with blood from where the monster had attacked. If it was able to pull Drake through the ducts so easily, why did it let Lorne escape? It didn't make any sense. {OoC:} Thinking of making the Monster one who also hunts off fear. It let Lorne escape to cause fear in the party, then picked off its most terrified member. And now there's bait stuck in a locked room while the two fearless warriors are off playing detective.
Part of me wants them to SURVIVE though.
last edited Dec 21, 2020 18:16:39 GMT by fairchild.txt
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Post by Mortifero on Jan 27, 2021 15:45:04 GMT
If Rome had a face like a human's, it would not have been hard to notice his amusement at Jak response to his question. While he was young, he wasn't stupid, simply naive to the way that the current world worked. As he listened, he realized that his naivety was not too far off from how limited the human perspective seemed to be in regards to how the universe naturally worked. Though, it shouldn't be surprising, especially from the rapid whispering from Eligor and Mora within him, that this was the nature of humans, to deny and control everything around them with nothing more than confidence and ignorance. The more he thought on it as they walked, the more entertaining it became to him until, against his wishes, his large, toothy grin ripped across the black canvas that was Rome's face. "You humans are funny," Rome giggled, placing a hand over his mouth, which practically hid absolutely none of his horrifying teeth, "Order might rule your world, but Chaos is the simple state of the universe." He paused at the corpse from where the other one had been pulled into the vents, allowing Jak to pass him as he gazed downwards at her fallen companion. "This thing is part of chaos, true, but if you think that the consequences of action aren't part of it, then you are a big dummy."
"Even Order bends, ebbs, and fades to the whims of Chaos," Following Jak to the cargo bay, Rome began to slowly wander around, his teeth parting ever so slightly. From the depths of the void that was his mouth, a dark green tongue slither out about four inches and began to twitch about as he moved. Slowly, he moved into a lower position until he was practically crawling across crates and the floor on his hands and feet. Occasionally he would pause and sort of look around a spot. From an outside perspective, it could be said that he looked like some kind of animal trying to pick up a scent. This thing was acting instinctively, but why did it wait to attack until after they were in flight? How did it get on board? Rome felt a kinship with it, but he was aware that there was a huge difference between the two of them.
After moving around the cargo bay, Rome finally came to a stop by a stack of crates that were strangely stacked. It looked like two of the crates on the bottom of the stack and been pushed to the side without knocking the crates on top off. Reaching into the space, his hand closed around what it was he was looking for. "The 'old bastard' was strange. We are sure he was wounded in order to track him back to the other humans, but We not smelling his fear. It should be thick here, but there is nothing," as he spoke, he pulled his arm back and stood, holding up his findings. While it fit comfortably in his large hands, a surprising intact egg about the size of a volleyball was now in eye view of the both of them. It was think, made of some kind of organic material, unlike the hard shell of a normal egg. A black ooze thinly coated the outside, but was thick within the egg. Dipping a finger into the egg, he brought out a glob of the ooze before popping it into his mouth, tasting. After a second, his large white orbs narrowed. "There is something not right about this."
"Even Order bends, ebbs, and fades to the whims of Chaos," Following Jak to the cargo bay, Rome began to slowly wander around, his teeth parting ever so slightly. From the depths of the void that was his mouth, a dark green tongue slither out about four inches and began to twitch about as he moved. Slowly, he moved into a lower position until he was practically crawling across crates and the floor on his hands and feet. Occasionally he would pause and sort of look around a spot. From an outside perspective, it could be said that he looked like some kind of animal trying to pick up a scent. This thing was acting instinctively, but why did it wait to attack until after they were in flight? How did it get on board? Rome felt a kinship with it, but he was aware that there was a huge difference between the two of them.
After moving around the cargo bay, Rome finally came to a stop by a stack of crates that were strangely stacked. It looked like two of the crates on the bottom of the stack and been pushed to the side without knocking the crates on top off. Reaching into the space, his hand closed around what it was he was looking for. "The 'old bastard' was strange. We are sure he was wounded in order to track him back to the other humans, but We not smelling his fear. It should be thick here, but there is nothing," as he spoke, he pulled his arm back and stood, holding up his findings. While it fit comfortably in his large hands, a surprising intact egg about the size of a volleyball was now in eye view of the both of them. It was think, made of some kind of organic material, unlike the hard shell of a normal egg. A black ooze thinly coated the outside, but was thick within the egg. Dipping a finger into the egg, he brought out a glob of the ooze before popping it into his mouth, tasting. After a second, his large white orbs narrowed. "There is something not right about this."
