08-06-2018, 08:24 AM
I hung in the air with limbs limp, wallowing a little in my despair. "Ahhhnnn, you could be from my masters' world or not but if you don't know anything about video games it doesn't matter that much. I so wish for the day I can find a third person account of my masters from their own world. Perhaps even a first hand account of their encounter with Blank. The idea that such knowledge could exist in this world tantalizes me so!"
The others look at me with different expressions but it mattered naught to me. The value of such knowledge went far beyond what the value of any head the Omniverse had to offer. The gospel I could create from such otherwise unobtainable knowledge would be legendary among Flügel. Her masters' exploits on Disboard were already stuff of legend and they didn't talk much about their old encounters before Disboard. Sora would give her any knowledge she asked for with a solid use and reason, but he would never fully satisfy her true desire to learn about them without beating them at a game. A fool's errand.
Hanging in the air, I listened to the Immanity present. It seemed as though the girl did take to their propaganda after all. She couldn't be blamed, there must be some truth to the stormtrooper's claims about The Empire. There was an appeal to the powerless when a large government offered protection. I would never lower myself to serve such absurd organizations. They lacked true power so built power with the exploitation of the masses. A true power should just exert their power freely, the proof that one has true power.
I right myself and notice a change deep in my wings. Power returning. I hadn't realized just how weak I was upon my resurrection until it started to come back to me. With magical power flowing in my body, I felt a deep desire to kill. Quickly suppressing my desire, I look at those present. The girl showed no special attributes, likely not worth keeping. The soldiers on the other hand had some intrinstic value as part of a major organization. A full set of their ranks would be an impressive collection to show off to my peers.
Now wasn't the time to make the jump. So I look back at the young lady. "A student? I suppose your attire does say schoolgirl..." Looking at her, something seems wrong. If she were really just an ordinary schoolgirl arriving here for the first time, where was the shock or surprise of a bonafide angel appearing from nothing next to her? She showed no fear or uncertainly of Jibril or these stormtroopers. She is not what she appears to be, perhaps more information could be drawn out from her especially if I make an offer that is hard to refuse.
"This may be out of the blue. However, how about a trade? I will give you what you may ask of me if you provide me with written materials from your own world. Particularly educational materials. The Omnilium within you, if you are indeed a prime, can be used to materialize it if you do not have it on you. As I understand it is possible to create things in their original form even if you don't fully understand what you create. I have a deep interest in learning the culture and history of other worlds." My eyes sparkled at the prospect of new knowledge right at my fingertips.
The others look at me with different expressions but it mattered naught to me. The value of such knowledge went far beyond what the value of any head the Omniverse had to offer. The gospel I could create from such otherwise unobtainable knowledge would be legendary among Flügel. Her masters' exploits on Disboard were already stuff of legend and they didn't talk much about their old encounters before Disboard. Sora would give her any knowledge she asked for with a solid use and reason, but he would never fully satisfy her true desire to learn about them without beating them at a game. A fool's errand.
Hanging in the air, I listened to the Immanity present. It seemed as though the girl did take to their propaganda after all. She couldn't be blamed, there must be some truth to the stormtrooper's claims about The Empire. There was an appeal to the powerless when a large government offered protection. I would never lower myself to serve such absurd organizations. They lacked true power so built power with the exploitation of the masses. A true power should just exert their power freely, the proof that one has true power.
I right myself and notice a change deep in my wings. Power returning. I hadn't realized just how weak I was upon my resurrection until it started to come back to me. With magical power flowing in my body, I felt a deep desire to kill. Quickly suppressing my desire, I look at those present. The girl showed no special attributes, likely not worth keeping. The soldiers on the other hand had some intrinstic value as part of a major organization. A full set of their ranks would be an impressive collection to show off to my peers.
Now wasn't the time to make the jump. So I look back at the young lady. "A student? I suppose your attire does say schoolgirl..." Looking at her, something seems wrong. If she were really just an ordinary schoolgirl arriving here for the first time, where was the shock or surprise of a bonafide angel appearing from nothing next to her? She showed no fear or uncertainly of Jibril or these stormtroopers. She is not what she appears to be, perhaps more information could be drawn out from her especially if I make an offer that is hard to refuse.
"This may be out of the blue. However, how about a trade? I will give you what you may ask of me if you provide me with written materials from your own world. Particularly educational materials. The Omnilium within you, if you are indeed a prime, can be used to materialize it if you do not have it on you. As I understand it is possible to create things in their original form even if you don't fully understand what you create. I have a deep interest in learning the culture and history of other worlds." My eyes sparkled at the prospect of new knowledge right at my fingertips.