02-13-2016, 09:17 PM
It was official. The kid hadn't lost Seraph. Not by a long shot. If the laugh or his eyes hadn't tipped him off, the glow of the rapidly changing fire did. Not to mention that he had walked up to him with his scythe, pulsating with a somehow less threatening energy, and slammed it into the wall. The room itself seemed to come to life around him, the gangster's shadows mutating as if to consume him. Then he saw the marking on the kid's hand pulse, and it all stopped.
The gunsmith had no reason to suspect Lynch wouldn't straight up attack him as soon as he got within a few feet of him and thus was poised to act first. He pulled out his revolver, aiming it straight at the man's head. He believed that was all he needed to do to keep him back, or at the very least make him stop moving.
To say that the gunner was surprised when his action failed to deter his unstable acquaintance, but dared him to kill him by placing his head against the barrel of his revolver was a severe understatement. His offer moments after that did not help in the slightest.
Almost immediately, his mind was assaulted by voices, each one of them arguing with themselves over the best course of action. One whisper was louder than the rest. Why should he trust him? The last person he had placed his trust in had betrayed him at the worst possible moment. He had believed that she could have helped him. How he wasn't sure, but he thought she could. And he had been wrong.
The thought alone nearly pulled the trigger for him. But another, more rational, albeit more desperate voice, rang through his head. All of the signs of a willingness to betray him were there, but maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Why should I bet my plan's success on a COINCIDENCE?!
That isn't the implication, impulsive inventor. Rather, it is irrational to think that he has disloyal thoughts for you after so little time spent with you.
I was with Immy for a total of, I don't know, two hours? I had let what she had said get to me, and that got me captured and killed. I'm not letting that happen again, especially not with what I intend to do to be on the line.
Please, listen to my suggestion. It is reasonable to assume he might not be most loyal now, but why waste such a perfect opportunity such as this? He is unerring on what he tells us: We are but one facing many. If we are to be caught, then we will surely fail.
As their debate continued, his eyes constantly shifted from white to yellow. His mouth sometimes opened to say something before quickly shutting.
Damn you and your damn logic, SPB.
It is a fact that I am infallible in regards to that. So, are we in agreement?
Go ahead and tell him. Dammit, don't be wrong.
Koal looked up from the gun, seeing the soldier close his eyes. Eventually, he reopened them, its bisque glow returning as he slid his revolver into its holster. Smiling, Lynch stood up, sheathing his scythe away.
"Alright, desperado. I allow you the ability to live." The gunsmith said, its voice eloquent and polite.
"Thank you, comma-"
"I did not say that I accepted your help, however."
"Pardon?" Lynch said, cocking an eyebrow in the green man's direction. Ballad slowly pulled his pickaxe out of the ice wall, the sound of broken ice crashing into the ground echoing around the cavern.
"I am no fool, orphaned one. I am not so rash as to blindly recruit those whom I have only known for a short while." He said, pointing the pickaxe at his so-called "ally." "I have felt the sting of perfidy before, and I will do my utmost to prevent it again. Therefore, you will be required to accomplish a set of tasks for me."
"What tasks?" The gangster replied.
"First and foremost, I want proof. I want you to prove to me that your anecdote is not a work of fiction." He said, raising his free hand to interrupt the kid. "I do not care how you go about accomplishing it. I just want you to do it."
"Okay.... what's the second task?"
"Secondly, I want you to head to the realm of Coruscant and head to its library. Find every record you can of all of the other verses and then bring them back to me."
"Why would you want books?"
"Despite my extensive vocabulary, I am limited in my knowledge of the realms, despite my age. I require additional archives to study to obtain more."
"Okay..." Koal replied, his tone expressing his uneasiness.
"That is all I have to offer for you, Lynch. And one more thing..."
He thrust his free hand forward, grabbing onto the kid's shoulder. His eyes turned monochrome white, staring at him in a menacing manner. His next few words were little louder than whispers, but his intentions were clear with each one spoken.
"Fail, or double-cross me, and you will find someone more dangerous than your Seraph."
The gunsmith had no reason to suspect Lynch wouldn't straight up attack him as soon as he got within a few feet of him and thus was poised to act first. He pulled out his revolver, aiming it straight at the man's head. He believed that was all he needed to do to keep him back, or at the very least make him stop moving.
To say that the gunner was surprised when his action failed to deter his unstable acquaintance, but dared him to kill him by placing his head against the barrel of his revolver was a severe understatement. His offer moments after that did not help in the slightest.
Almost immediately, his mind was assaulted by voices, each one of them arguing with themselves over the best course of action. One whisper was louder than the rest. Why should he trust him? The last person he had placed his trust in had betrayed him at the worst possible moment. He had believed that she could have helped him. How he wasn't sure, but he thought she could. And he had been wrong.
The thought alone nearly pulled the trigger for him. But another, more rational, albeit more desperate voice, rang through his head. All of the signs of a willingness to betray him were there, but maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Why should I bet my plan's success on a COINCIDENCE?!
That isn't the implication, impulsive inventor. Rather, it is irrational to think that he has disloyal thoughts for you after so little time spent with you.
I was with Immy for a total of, I don't know, two hours? I had let what she had said get to me, and that got me captured and killed. I'm not letting that happen again, especially not with what I intend to do to be on the line.
Please, listen to my suggestion. It is reasonable to assume he might not be most loyal now, but why waste such a perfect opportunity such as this? He is unerring on what he tells us: We are but one facing many. If we are to be caught, then we will surely fail.
As their debate continued, his eyes constantly shifted from white to yellow. His mouth sometimes opened to say something before quickly shutting.
Damn you and your damn logic, SPB.
It is a fact that I am infallible in regards to that. So, are we in agreement?
Go ahead and tell him. Dammit, don't be wrong.
Koal looked up from the gun, seeing the soldier close his eyes. Eventually, he reopened them, its bisque glow returning as he slid his revolver into its holster. Smiling, Lynch stood up, sheathing his scythe away.
"Alright, desperado. I allow you the ability to live." The gunsmith said, its voice eloquent and polite.
"Thank you, comma-"
"I did not say that I accepted your help, however."
"Pardon?" Lynch said, cocking an eyebrow in the green man's direction. Ballad slowly pulled his pickaxe out of the ice wall, the sound of broken ice crashing into the ground echoing around the cavern.
"I am no fool, orphaned one. I am not so rash as to blindly recruit those whom I have only known for a short while." He said, pointing the pickaxe at his so-called "ally." "I have felt the sting of perfidy before, and I will do my utmost to prevent it again. Therefore, you will be required to accomplish a set of tasks for me."
"What tasks?" The gangster replied.
"First and foremost, I want proof. I want you to prove to me that your anecdote is not a work of fiction." He said, raising his free hand to interrupt the kid. "I do not care how you go about accomplishing it. I just want you to do it."
"Okay.... what's the second task?"
"Secondly, I want you to head to the realm of Coruscant and head to its library. Find every record you can of all of the other verses and then bring them back to me."
"Why would you want books?"
"Despite my extensive vocabulary, I am limited in my knowledge of the realms, despite my age. I require additional archives to study to obtain more."
"Okay..." Koal replied, his tone expressing his uneasiness.
"That is all I have to offer for you, Lynch. And one more thing..."
He thrust his free hand forward, grabbing onto the kid's shoulder. His eyes turned monochrome white, staring at him in a menacing manner. His next few words were little louder than whispers, but his intentions were clear with each one spoken.
"Fail, or double-cross me, and you will find someone more dangerous than your Seraph."
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