01-30-2016, 03:08 PM
Ururu blinked before shaking her head. “No not really a question. Wanting to meet you two yes, but this wasn’t the place or the time I had been hoping for,” she replied with a baleful look at the spirit and deep sigh though she didn’t paus beyond those expressions. There were a number of things to discuss but not enough time to really do it all. Historical blanks to be filled, white-washed histories to be colored and falsehoods to be unshrouded. All of which impossible for her to do at the moment.
“I was taken from about 200 years after your death Yondaime-sama. As it is I’m a archeologist and a historian myself. It’s far more probable that you two would have questions for me.” Ururu said plainly, her voice barely even. It was a bit of a deviation from her planned opening though it was close to what she had wanted for the off chance of such a meeting as this.
Then again what was life here but hideously unjustified?
Every intent on her face and in her mind was set to trying to prove who she was. To show she had valuable knowledge that they didn’t have. History, future history. When she had devised this whole thing though it was to be lore traded for fact, now it only had one use. Getting Hikaru back, every moment the network was severed like this… she had no idea what would happened.
The handful of tests she had done outside the Omniverse regarding that… were horrifying. Here with the Mad God’s sense of humor… Sage, she didn’t want to think about it. Persona’s occupied something unique in the omniverse; a combination of thought, chakra and her bits of her spirit and they had been torn from her, one thing that allowed themselves to be substantiated. But they were unique, each one. Shi was the closest Ururu had come to recreating a personality, and that was her own, a disposable self
How could Omnilium recreate that unique soul that had been born for each of the rest of them. She needed them, and she had something they would need. Knowledge about their loved ones. What was the point of all the tools and power in this place? She needed power to bring them back, to protect them.
That was all that mattered.
“Interested?” Ururu breathed.
“I was taken from about 200 years after your death Yondaime-sama. As it is I’m a archeologist and a historian myself. It’s far more probable that you two would have questions for me.” Ururu said plainly, her voice barely even. It was a bit of a deviation from her planned opening though it was close to what she had wanted for the off chance of such a meeting as this.
Then again what was life here but hideously unjustified?
Every intent on her face and in her mind was set to trying to prove who she was. To show she had valuable knowledge that they didn’t have. History, future history. When she had devised this whole thing though it was to be lore traded for fact, now it only had one use. Getting Hikaru back, every moment the network was severed like this… she had no idea what would happened.
The handful of tests she had done outside the Omniverse regarding that… were horrifying. Here with the Mad God’s sense of humor… Sage, she didn’t want to think about it. Persona’s occupied something unique in the omniverse; a combination of thought, chakra and her bits of her spirit and they had been torn from her, one thing that allowed themselves to be substantiated. But they were unique, each one. Shi was the closest Ururu had come to recreating a personality, and that was her own, a disposable self
How could Omnilium recreate that unique soul that had been born for each of the rest of them. She needed them, and she had something they would need. Knowledge about their loved ones. What was the point of all the tools and power in this place? She needed power to bring them back, to protect them.
That was all that mattered.
“Interested?” Ururu breathed.