towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Dark Precure [open to all]
Setting: Near room 3-03
Format: Prose, but will accept any kind of replies
Summary: Dark Precure has arrived in the tower. She's not happy.
Warnings: An angry magical girl with destructive powers is on the loose. There will be fighting.

The last thing she remembered was her father, and then oblivion.

Oblivion. The only peace Dark Precure had ever enjoyed, far from her. The individual she was a shadow of. From the fact that she was her imitation, that she was not Tsukikage Yuri. That her father made her out of love for the person she was copied from.

Peace, and freedom from the uncertainty, and the intense violent drive to claim what was never her's.

And then, that peace ended.

She was awake. She was in a strange place that wasn't Dune's fortress. Where was she?! Who had brought her here?! Where was her father?

Without even bothering to read the paper explaining things, she tore her way out of her room, dark energy exploding outward as she made her way into the hall.

"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! WHO BROUGHT ME HERE?! WHERE IS PROFESSOR SABAAKU?!"

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"You have told me nothing worthwhile," she said, turning to leave. "I see no reason to believe you otherwise."

He doesn't answer her at first; only takes another sip of the wine, and tilts his head again. "You will find very few people who do know anything worthwhile," he replied, his voice still entirely monotonous and unphased. "However, few people have what I have; a way to predict the future."

"..."

She stopped, but did not turn around.

"The future does not interest me in the slightest."

"You would reconsider, if you knew what I knew." Yes, Dark Precure, he's going there.

"I don't think you know anything," she replied, flatly, but not moving all the same.

"Do you wish to take that risk?" he responded, still as eerily calm as before. "If I truly do know something and you walk away now, it will be a missed opportunity for you. One I have faith that you will come to regret later."

"What risk?" she replied. "I know a charlatan when I see one."

He's been called that before. And to this day, it still doesn't phase him one bit. "Do you? I have asked for nothing in return, so far." Wilhelm turns away for a moment, and surveys the damage she caused. "Such destruction. And yet, no time taken to observe where it is you are, or draw any conclusions as to what this predicament might mean for you. You could have destroyed something that held the answer to your question, and did not even realize it."

He then turned back to her. "It would appear that you need all of the help you can get."

"And yet, that does not preclude taking assistance from someone who offers no proof of heir abilities."

"I see no reason to provide it," Wilhelm responds casually. "You might say that I do not enjoy showing my hand too early. The difference between you and I is that you allow others to predict you, by revealing what you are capable of."

Wilhelm then casually takes a seat on the chair he was previously occupying. "In chess, you never deploy your queen too early."

"And yet, that does not make your claim any more baseless."

And with that, she began to walk away.

"Then that is a gamble you will have to make," Wilhelm responded quietly. "If you ever change your mind, you will not have difficulty finding me."