Bleh heh heh! Bleck!

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Characters: Count Bleck (bleh_heh_heh_bleck), OPEN
Setting: All over
Format: Brackets for me.
Summary: Bleck is trying to avoid mischief. For once.
Warnings: Possible violence from candy collectors/victims?

Anywhere

[Count Bleck had, thankfully, not fallen victim to the ridiculous game of dressing in costume and candy collecting. And he made an effort to avoid those who had been affected for he could see that many had been altered and their minds twisted. He had no desire to involve himself in any of that. And good luck to any who wished to attack him, for the Chaos Heart still protected him.]

Floor 4

[The count sat quietly on one of the couches, gazing outside the window. Though he could see nothing of interest but fog and clouds, it was an improvement upon the scenery inside. And, here, he could think in peace. And his regrets would surface but not a sound would come from him.]

Floor 10 - Aquarium

[That he’d resorted to watching fish to ease his boredom was pathetic. For all the things he had done in his dimension, all his plans, all his hopes for dying and staying dead to be with Timpani and he was here. Watching fish.]

Comments

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Bleck isn't at all concerned, he can easily avoid confrontations if he wanted to. Dying people seemed to be coming back to life, warped but they were coming back all the same.

He almost didn't pay attention to the presence of the Pixl, hearing only bits and pieces of what she was saying. He did catch that she didn't want someone to die though and the confusion that followed.

How strange. Had she met someone here that she worried for that much?

After another moment of watching her, he finally spoke up.]

Count Bleck can assure you that whoever dies will come back.

[pointerpixl]

[She hadn't noticed Count Bleck there, and practically jumps out of her butterfly-skin when he speaks up, but quickly collects herself.]

No... But that's not-- they shouldn't have to die at all! It can't possibly be much better that they're all coming back wrong... This can't be something for anyone to get used to...

It's so vile! How would you feel if that were to happen to--

[And then she listens again to the accidentally horrible thing that's about to spill out of her mouth, and promptly forces herself to shut up. It's not even because she's totally and utterly confused about this man right now (this time), but because, seeking to destroy the multiverse or not, he is still a person. It isn't the sort of thing any person with dignity and feelings rubs in another's face, however unintentionally.

All of this, occurring in the span of a short moment, is indicated by a brief flickering of Tippi's colors, a little akin to a person turning dead white of embarrassment, and a hesitant follow-up.]

No one should have to die for someone else's gain or pleasure... Knowing how much pain it caused, and all just to repeat it all once more later on...

[Although Tippi's word choice still has a clear, pointed meaning to it, her tone is more subdued, lacking in the bite that should otherwise be there. It never strikes her just how big of a baseless assumption she's making, though...]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Tippi had no idea just how deep that last comment cut him. It sounded just like something Timpani would have said to him or anyone. A part of himself that had been buried when he took the Dark Prognosticus flared up in regret but he violently pushed it back. No regrets. All the regrets.

He turns away slightly to look back at the fish. Just so he wouldn't have to look at her.]

There is nothing that anyone here is able to do to stop this right now. All anyone can do it wait, says Count Bleck.

[pointerpixl]

But... someone has to stop this! Nothing will change if we all just say it can't be helped...

[There's a timid, uncertain note to her voice, but it grows steadier as she continues and warms a bit to the idea.]

What if you wait, and wait, and wait, but nothing will ever happen until you decide to stand up and stop waiting...? If it never comes on its own, isn't it true that people will go look for what they want themselves?

[Tippi seems wistful all of a sudden, relaxing a bit -- she barely even noticed she'd calmed down to begin with, but she flutters a little to express it. It feels a bit better to talk about it; Count Bleck, for all his faults, isn't very pushy or aggressive about his opinions, and might even be a little easy to talk to...

...Actually, isn't he a little defeatist? It seems a strange set of traits for a self-styled villain to have.]

That is what the four heroes were doing, as well... My dear friends. Now, it seems the bravest thing of all, even more than facing a terrible man-eating monster, or getting your last Game Over...

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

And what do you expect anyone here can do? The administrators are stronger and there are no four heroes here. No Pure Hearts to counteract their doing.

[If he sounds defeatist, it's kind of because he is. He was expecting his own Game Over with the Void. He's just getting along as best he can here.]

I've already scoured the library. Historical documents are gone, nothing regarding the administrators or the past of this world is left. No hints like the Light Prognosticus provided for you and your heroes.

[pointerpixl]

[That response gives Tippi pause as she sees the logic in his argument. They don't have any convenient hints to follow, no prophecy or wise magical men and women to tell them what they know...

It sure doesn't stop her from disliking it, though.

In fact, it's downright... irritating. Her disappointment slowly gives way to frustration, equal parts at the predicament and at Bleck himself when her tongue gets the better of her again.

Unassuming, he might be, but this was positively depressing.]

Why do you have to be like that? It's... it seems so miserable! How can you stand it at all?

I'm really trying not to give up... That would be like inviting everything to come destroy me, too... I know what I want now, and it's... it's--

[Wait. What is it? She just had something right on the tip of her tongue, and...

Ugh, again. How vexing this amnesia thing became when she was just on the verge of maybe getting something back...!]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[He almost chuckled at the Pixl's frustration but held it in. This wasn't a funny situation after all and it would only serve to irritate her further.

And, for some reason, he wasn't eager to irritate or mock her, despite the opposing goals they had. Certainly the tower had affected more than he gave it credit.]

Count Bleck can feel nothing else. He has suffered a pain that cannot be fixed.

[He watched her with renewed interest as she cut off. What did she want? How many times had this happened since he met her here?]

You are strange for a Pixl, says Count Bleck.

[pointerpixl]

[She's not sure how to respond to that... although it might explain a thing or two. But then, it can't be possible to just turn your heart off, can it?

It feels wrong to want to ask more, and certainly he wouldn't answer anyway, so she doesn't. Instead, Tippi tries responding to the second remark after a brief period of awkward silence.]

Why is that, I wonder? You are a strange man, yourself, you know...

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Not off but he's come as close to as any being can. He's not completely without caring though, having helped protect everyone that had taken refuge in the cafeteria during the whale incident.]

That... is true. Count Bleck's people always were strange in the eyes of others.