03-22-2016, 07:48 PM
Its perhaps extremely worrisome that the only real person I knew in the Omniverse, other than Miss Jade, seemed to be growing both in obscurity and skill at manipulating others in the span of time I had experienced so far. I didn’t let that particular fear though reach my face or even escape the seams the held the leather to my spine. That was a far too dangerous concept to ever be made known. No I simply kept a cool skeptical look that had often been my trademark, the one that had many people peg me in wonder as to why I had hadn’t been made Ravenclaw.
Half the time I wondered why I hadn’t have been placed there myself.
”Far too ambitious for your own good Mr. Riddle; this is evidenced by your current predicament here rather than being among the living,”, came the mental voice, not of Nealaphh, but of my Sorting hat.
I could only smirk but didn’t say anything in response. He wasn’t wrong, and let it be known that Tom Riddle will never claim the sky was blue when it was in fact white. Truth was truth. Though there was always room for perspective.
”Pragmatic.” I ignored that comment as well.
“Have you given further thought as to who will wield the Gigaton Hammer still, with two of your Primes being part of that tussle?” I said finally after my brief silence? My eyes fell upon the scene unfolding below. The combatants and the lone few figures on the periphery made for a startling image of brutality and indifference.
Always. Although while the Gorons themselves seem ideal, even enthusiastic. The Crow shuddered in an tinkle of shrill laugher as the entire ship swerved to out of the way of a particularly baleful blast of energy, -however there has been some interest from other primes who are assisting that may make good candidates should the opportunity arise.
I nodded in acceptance, more or less what I had expected and it translated easily enough that I could practically hear it in Nealaphh’s own voice: We’ll wait and see.
More than anything, I also had some worry about Nealaphh’s bids for dominance. While there was certainly intelligence even when in bird form… there was a certain human quality that I retained and it lacked entirely. I first noticed when it wished to test the veracity of any offspring of a prime and Secondary. Conducting a census of Omniverse brothels seemed alien to him. Yet to a human the bureaucratic approach was a foregone conclusion, expected even. And while beings such as Nealaph seemed to be plentiful they were still in fact the outlier.
As one prime had posted quite astutely upon the dataverse:
‘Humans were the cosmic joke of the universe, we should have been wiped out due to our unpredictable and even suicidal nature and yet instead we were the most prolific organism, third only to bacteria and insects.’
That hypocritical oxymoronic trait of human nature meant that no matter how intelligent Nealaphh’s estimates were… they would never be fully accountable to the being’s models and assumptions. And from what I understood Sasuke Uchiha and a number of those primes down there, in that Ashwinder’s Pit, were among the top rookies of the entire multiverse. That could easily blow back upon the Institute and Hogwarts.
A dangerous gamble.
I would need to reinforce Hogwart’s defenses even further.
Something worries you? Nealaphh framed in askance.
“Human nature, and those bound to it.” I said grimly.
The low grinding chuckle I was treated to set my bones on edge, and I was starting to wonder if Nealaphh did that on purpose just to get a rise out of people. However whatever response I had been expecting I didn’t get as it didn’t comment further; as if it were a conversation for another time that required far higher levels of whatever alcohol equivalent the eldritch being considered acceptable to imbibe. I myself felt a healthy dose of firewhisky would be appropriate after drowning myself in butterbeer.
Regardless any further conversation and thoughts on the matter were abruptly ended as we passed through the Ashen Steppes gateway.
Half the time I wondered why I hadn’t have been placed there myself.
”Far too ambitious for your own good Mr. Riddle; this is evidenced by your current predicament here rather than being among the living,”, came the mental voice, not of Nealaphh, but of my Sorting hat.
I could only smirk but didn’t say anything in response. He wasn’t wrong, and let it be known that Tom Riddle will never claim the sky was blue when it was in fact white. Truth was truth. Though there was always room for perspective.
”Pragmatic.” I ignored that comment as well.
“Have you given further thought as to who will wield the Gigaton Hammer still, with two of your Primes being part of that tussle?” I said finally after my brief silence? My eyes fell upon the scene unfolding below. The combatants and the lone few figures on the periphery made for a startling image of brutality and indifference.
Always. Although while the Gorons themselves seem ideal, even enthusiastic. The Crow shuddered in an tinkle of shrill laugher as the entire ship swerved to out of the way of a particularly baleful blast of energy, -however there has been some interest from other primes who are assisting that may make good candidates should the opportunity arise.
I nodded in acceptance, more or less what I had expected and it translated easily enough that I could practically hear it in Nealaphh’s own voice: We’ll wait and see.
More than anything, I also had some worry about Nealaphh’s bids for dominance. While there was certainly intelligence even when in bird form… there was a certain human quality that I retained and it lacked entirely. I first noticed when it wished to test the veracity of any offspring of a prime and Secondary. Conducting a census of Omniverse brothels seemed alien to him. Yet to a human the bureaucratic approach was a foregone conclusion, expected even. And while beings such as Nealaph seemed to be plentiful they were still in fact the outlier.
As one prime had posted quite astutely upon the dataverse:
‘Humans were the cosmic joke of the universe, we should have been wiped out due to our unpredictable and even suicidal nature and yet instead we were the most prolific organism, third only to bacteria and insects.’
That hypocritical oxymoronic trait of human nature meant that no matter how intelligent Nealaphh’s estimates were… they would never be fully accountable to the being’s models and assumptions. And from what I understood Sasuke Uchiha and a number of those primes down there, in that Ashwinder’s Pit, were among the top rookies of the entire multiverse. That could easily blow back upon the Institute and Hogwarts.
A dangerous gamble.
I would need to reinforce Hogwart’s defenses even further.
Something worries you? Nealaphh framed in askance.
“Human nature, and those bound to it.” I said grimly.
The low grinding chuckle I was treated to set my bones on edge, and I was starting to wonder if Nealaphh did that on purpose just to get a rise out of people. However whatever response I had been expecting I didn’t get as it didn’t comment further; as if it were a conversation for another time that required far higher levels of whatever alcohol equivalent the eldritch being considered acceptable to imbibe. I myself felt a healthy dose of firewhisky would be appropriate after drowning myself in butterbeer.
Regardless any further conversation and thoughts on the matter were abruptly ended as we passed through the Ashen Steppes gateway.
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