(no subject)

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Characters: Count Bleck (bleh_heh_heh_bleck), OPEN
Setting: Library
Format: Starting with prose but will switch
Summary: Bleck is just searching through books, seeing if he can find anything interesting.
Warnings: None

The books in the library were all available to him. All but the ones that were removed by the administrators. And Bleck didn't mind that. For now. No, he was focusing on magic, dark magic. Spells that hadn't been available in his dimension before he'd killed his people.

He actually felt a bit guilty about that now, but not guilty enough to regret it. No, Count Bleck regretted nothing but allowing his father to take Timpani from him. So he'll be sitting in the library, a pile of books nearby. And the Dark Prognosticus floating alongside him, as always. As focused as he appeared though, he wasn't. He was thinking of a certain human woman he thought was dead, might not be, but most likely is.

"Timpani..."

Comments

[geometry]

Oh, well then. "...Really? Um, have you ever heard of something called Sburb?" Sburb's identity changed from world to world -- in one it was a computer game, in another it was a bunch of runes that had to be decoded -- but at the end of the day it always led to the world's destruction. It could be that this Void was some kind of alternate terminology for what happened within the game.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"I have not, says Count Bleck. I have not heard the term in any books here nor in the Dark Prognosticus though that is hardly surprising. Describe this "Sburb" for Count Bleck." Because he's curious as to how similar it could possibly be to the Void now.

[geometry]

"Oh, um, alright." He glanced down and then back at the Count, deciding that since he didn't seem to be a troll, there wasn't really any need to ask his permission before sitting. So he pulled up a chair; Equius foresaw a long, complicated conversation in the future. "Well, uh, Sburb is... it changes from world to world, really, its physical form. But it is a game whose purpose is to... renew worlds, you could say. When one world gets too old, Sburb is released somewhere into it, and eventually, it finds some players. I've only seen two sessions, but in one there was four players and in the other there was twelve, so it must vary. Um... basically, what happens is the old world is destroyed at the beginning of the game, and then a new one is created at the end of it. You see?"

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"I see, yes. Count Bleck finds it to be moderately familiar to the Void. It is no game but it will cause the Game Over of every world it reaches and must be summoned by the chosen executor."

No world was spared, not even the Underwhere or the Overthere.

[geometry]

"Oh, then it's more akin to the average, um, execution for world destruction." Even though it was kind of an awkward word. If only Equius had learned about 'clichés'. "Why did you destroy yours, then?"

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"There was no reason not to. A world without..." Bleck had to stop himself because someone could use the memory of Timpani against him.

"Something important was taken from Count Bleck and so everything must be destroyed. And was."

[geometry]

...Wait. Equius was silent for a moment, trying to figure that last sentence out -- even for someone raised in the nasty parts of troll society, it seemed a bit extreme. He missed something there. So something was stolen from this Count... and he needed to destroy the entire universe to compensate? "What in the worlds was taken from you, to warrant their demise?"

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"Not what. Who. A human girl." That was all the explanation the Count would really give, recalling the argument he'd had with his father, how he'd then stolen the Dark Prognosticus and took on the identity of Count Bleck before killing his entire Tribe.

I don't care father! A world without her if empty. A LIFE without her is empty.

thought I replied to this, sorry! u_u

[geometry]

"A human girl?" Well, well. Then this... whatever-he-is must have come from a planet where humans and, ahem, his species lived together. In the same physical space, not just over an Internet connection like Alternia and Earth could boast. It seemed that the Count was lost in thought, though, so Equius held his tongue for all the other questions he had -- at least until he'd come back out of his thoughts.

That's alright, happens to everyone!

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

It only took a moment for Bleck to come away from his own thoughts and memories. They weren't something he would often dwell on, he didn't find much purpose in thinking on the past, only the future.

"Yes. She was unique."

[geometry]

"The only human on your planet?" How had one human come to his universe and not the rest of them? Humans didn't have any means of inter-planetary travel, did they?

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"No, her dimension was not the same as Count Blecks. Humans despise the Tribe of Darkness and the Tribe despises them. She did not." He paused for a moment then shook his head.

"Count Bleck prefers not to recall."

[geometry]

"...Oh, I see... god. I'm sorry." Whoops, there goes the guilt.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"It is unnecessary to apologize to Count Bleck. You could not know."

[geometry]

"I suppose." Equius set down the stack of books that he'd been holding in his lap up until this point, and began to leaf through them. This was no leisure reading; he's clearly looking for something.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"Is there something specific you are searching for, asks Count Bleck." He knows there's something up and for the sake of shifting attention COMPLETELY, why not play nice for now? Right? Right.

[geometry]

"...Oh? Oh. Yes," he says, looking up from the book. He's a little unsure whether to explain his reasoning to a creature who blew up an entire planet solely because some human was not on it, but he had entered into this conversation and he needed to see it out. "Um, I... I build machines. And there are some parts down in the workshop I am unfamiliar with, and several others that are missing, so I... wanted to look more into it, in case I can use the unfamiliar parts in lieu of the ones not here."

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Ha, not just a planet. All dimensions connected to where he came from but, eh, details. The power of the Dark Prognosticus didn't help.

"Very sensible studies."

[geometry]

"Thank you," he said, though it sounded more like a question. "I, well... on my home world most of the things I did had to be sensible and useful. By law. So, um, it... carried over."

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Required by law to do something useful and sensible? Bleck never heard of such nonsense, and he almost scoffs as how ridiculous it sounded to him but he held his tongue. Sure, he destroyed several dimensions but he's not actually a 'bad' guy.

"It seems to Count Bleck to be a waste to have to do nothing but the useful or sensible."

[geometry]

"Well, I mean, not... everyone. Just someone in my situation." That's the downside of being completely powerless in a caste full of psychics. You have to come up with other things that keep an income moving.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"Count Bleck finds that to be insensible. No one should be forced into doing something." See, he's not such a bad guy.

"This place does not enforce such a restriction."

[geometry]

Ooooh, gurlfran', you did not just go there.

"It's perfectly sensible, actually." Equius looks up from what he was reading. "There are caste divisions via blood in our society, and each blood caste has different abilities that make them most suited for one job or another. So it's really quite efficient. Everything has a place."

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Yes. Yes, he did.

"Has a place..." He repeats. It almost reminds Bleck of his father and how Blumiere needed to learn his place as their future leader. Blech.

"It need not be that way here."

[geometry]

"Yes. And that's why everyone here is so miserable." His tone of voice suggests he believes this wholeheartedly. But in reality, making ridiculous claims like these was really as much a coping mechanism as anything else; knowing that there was once a time that he felt this was true was good enough for him. The tower had basically thrown a wrench in every fact he took to be true, and even if he was only talking about this because of force of habit, it still made him feel better.