10-25-2015, 01:39 PM
Nealaphh floated softly down to alight upon a tree next to the towering mahogany that Itachi was currently perched on. It was a show of trust, most likely lost on the stolid ninja, but a gesture nonetheless. Red eyes met green as a small breeze caused the surrounding foliage to whisper, as if in anticipation of another exchange of blows.
My original intent here on this island was to get information on the location of a possible secret portal from this verse to Coruscant. Negotiating with smugglers seemed like a suitable plan of action.
"There is no such thing."
Nealaphh paused for a long time, another breeze running between them. It was difficult to suppress the rising anger that the God-Mind felt coming up from deep within its core. Lady had been playing it for a fool. Nealaphh honestly should have expected as much. It should have relied more on its ability to solve a complex problem than simply hope for the possibility of an ideal solution. The fact that it had clung to such a hope for so long disgusted the shadow. It was better than this. It was better than clinging to misplaced dreams and unfettered optimism. Of course, there was a possibility that the ninja was lying, but Nealaphh had a strong sense that he was not. Besides, it had wasted enough time on this fool's errand already. It was time to move on to other solutions.
I thank you for your information. There is one last thing I would ask of you.
"Yes?"
Behind the fence of your brothel, there is a man. A Secondary. He is dressed in simple clothes and has a face that cannot be described. I would like you to kill him.
"Oh? I wasn't aware I was an assassin. But I suppose I should demand payment."
What is it that Primes even have to trade?
"Information, or rather, in my case, the concealment of information. If you and Sasuke ever cross paths, you must not reveal my presence to him. Promise this, and I will kill this...man."
Interesting, but agreeable. Nealaphh nodded slowly, a sort of standing bow and sign of respect.
Worry not. I shall not speak a word of any of this to anyone.
"Excellent. Well then. I guess this is where we part."
Indeed.
With that both Nealaphh and Itachi dispersed, one into a murder of crows, and the other into a signature dark mist. A moment later, no trace of either Prime remained. As Nealaphh gently drifted through the swaying boughs of the jungle trees, it considered whether or not to fulfill its promise of pain to Lady. After a moment's deliberation, however, the God-Mind decided against it. No more time needed to be wasted here. As such, the shadow made its way down the arboreal mountain and back into the black sea from which it had emerged not two days prior. Its next stop was the Nexus, and from there, the Endless Dunes.
...
Lady awoke the next morning with a bounce in her step. It was a beautiful day, and there was much to be done. After a hearty breakfast and the first three drinks of the day, the pirate lord kicked open the door to her beloved cabana and set off down the shaded jungle pathway to Bilgewater.
As she rounded a bend in the dirt road, however, she stopped cold in her tracks, with her face blanched. There, hanging from a tree, was the corpse of Bob, that weird, green eyed freak that she had hired to investigate Leto. She remained still for a moment before letting out a long sigh and continuing on her way, passing beneath the blood-drenched cadaver as it swayed gently. Another wannabe spy come and gone. Oh well. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him seeking revenge now.
My original intent here on this island was to get information on the location of a possible secret portal from this verse to Coruscant. Negotiating with smugglers seemed like a suitable plan of action.
"There is no such thing."
Nealaphh paused for a long time, another breeze running between them. It was difficult to suppress the rising anger that the God-Mind felt coming up from deep within its core. Lady had been playing it for a fool. Nealaphh honestly should have expected as much. It should have relied more on its ability to solve a complex problem than simply hope for the possibility of an ideal solution. The fact that it had clung to such a hope for so long disgusted the shadow. It was better than this. It was better than clinging to misplaced dreams and unfettered optimism. Of course, there was a possibility that the ninja was lying, but Nealaphh had a strong sense that he was not. Besides, it had wasted enough time on this fool's errand already. It was time to move on to other solutions.
I thank you for your information. There is one last thing I would ask of you.
"Yes?"
Behind the fence of your brothel, there is a man. A Secondary. He is dressed in simple clothes and has a face that cannot be described. I would like you to kill him.
"Oh? I wasn't aware I was an assassin. But I suppose I should demand payment."
What is it that Primes even have to trade?
"Information, or rather, in my case, the concealment of information. If you and Sasuke ever cross paths, you must not reveal my presence to him. Promise this, and I will kill this...man."
Interesting, but agreeable. Nealaphh nodded slowly, a sort of standing bow and sign of respect.
Worry not. I shall not speak a word of any of this to anyone.
"Excellent. Well then. I guess this is where we part."
Indeed.
With that both Nealaphh and Itachi dispersed, one into a murder of crows, and the other into a signature dark mist. A moment later, no trace of either Prime remained. As Nealaphh gently drifted through the swaying boughs of the jungle trees, it considered whether or not to fulfill its promise of pain to Lady. After a moment's deliberation, however, the God-Mind decided against it. No more time needed to be wasted here. As such, the shadow made its way down the arboreal mountain and back into the black sea from which it had emerged not two days prior. Its next stop was the Nexus, and from there, the Endless Dunes.
...
Lady awoke the next morning with a bounce in her step. It was a beautiful day, and there was much to be done. After a hearty breakfast and the first three drinks of the day, the pirate lord kicked open the door to her beloved cabana and set off down the shaded jungle pathway to Bilgewater.
As she rounded a bend in the dirt road, however, she stopped cold in her tracks, with her face blanched. There, hanging from a tree, was the corpse of Bob, that weird, green eyed freak that she had hired to investigate Leto. She remained still for a moment before letting out a long sigh and continuing on her way, passing beneath the blood-drenched cadaver as it swayed gently. Another wannabe spy come and gone. Oh well. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him seeking revenge now.
Quote:The End
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued