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tushanshu_logs2015-01-06 03:22 pm
walkthedarkpath) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-01-06 03:22 pm
Entry tags:
January Catch All.
Characters: Vergil/Nelo Angelo, Open!
Date: From January 5th onward
Location: The Midnight Hotel, and Various other places.
Situation: The brainwashed knight is trying to find some peace.
Warnings/Rating: None
Midnight Hotel
Sometimes he slept, other times he was out just exploring. One thing was certain the Demon Knight was restless. Sometimes he would just be walking the halls of the second floor where his room was. As days had passed he had taken to leaving his sword in his room pretty much at all times. His blood stained shirt had been tossed as it was beyond repair so he refused to be without his armor. Being on his own with no purpose was a strange alien concept. People needed money here, but he was not charged to stay. he had a feeling the hunter was behind it, but he couldn't investigate that as he wanted because he didn't want to be on the street either.
So many thoughts went through his mind as he wandered the halls and eventually down the stairs to the lobby. maybe even outside, he was restless and couldn't keep still.
Random Roof
The rain was coming down in the dreary dizzle. Nelo Angelo had found his way up the side of a building he could not identify right off, and perched on the edge of the roof looking up at the sky as rain rolled down his face. It rained sometimes on Mallet Island but not as often as he would have liked. Rain was one of those few things he loved.
The cool drops would do no good for his suit of armor, but he did not care, nor did he care about the gusts of wind picking up. This was as peaceful as he found anything since his arrival. Finally looking down he watched random kedan and others walking by. He didn't even know if he was allowed to be up here. Honestly he did not care. If he could stay here until his armor rusted he would, logically he knew that was stupid though he would leave in time. For now he looked back to the sky, letting his troubled mind drift.
Shopping Area
He bit his lip some, lost in the daze of his own jumbling thoughts as he made his way down the streets. How would he live in a place like this? Why did the hunter try so hard to help him? Why would he not accept that he was not the man The hunter thinks that he is? More so, what would his purpose be? A new start maybe, though that seemed like false hope. The power of Mundus was mighty, despite what Dante says, he expects his master to come. He would never let one of his valued puppets escape, not after such failure. As far as he had known Mundus could even control time. He would think death had finally claimed him, but he has seen hell, been there, and this was too pleasant to be hell.
He stopped before a booth that had jewelry on display, his hand idly reaching up to his neck to find that strange necklace he woke with, his pendant was gone. Lost to time and space, He had lost it in his fight with that Hunter who now tried to take care of him. His red eyes shifted over the jewelry. He had no money, no means to buy anything and its not like that old necklace matters anymore. The thought crossed his mind that it was pointless for him to stand there looking at such gems, so he turned to head off once more.
Just an idle trek to explore the shops, he really had nothing better to do, and it was better than staying in his room letting his worries of his master’s vengeance plague him more than they already were. Maybe seeing how the creatures of this world lived would be enough of a distraction. Yet his mind kept painting the streets filled with blood. The horrors of hell in the busy streets of the city he walked. Reality overlapping with long lived nightmares.
Then a sound caught his attention, a music box playing in one of the shops. It was a simple little harmony, yet it made him squeeze his eyes shut trying to focus as pain started to twist in his mind. He reached out for the nearest wall and clutched his head. Flashes of memories passing so quick he could not tell what they were, all he could focus on was the pain as the music slowly stopped. He did not teleport away this time. He had no where to go that he knew. So once the pain subsided he pushed off the wall ignoring the sounds of the random nearby kedan asking if he was alright and moved on to walk more. He needed to find information to pay off his debt.
Anywhere else
Anything or anywhere you want~!
Date: From January 5th onward
Location: The Midnight Hotel, and Various other places.
Situation: The brainwashed knight is trying to find some peace.
Warnings/Rating: None
Midnight Hotel
Sometimes he slept, other times he was out just exploring. One thing was certain the Demon Knight was restless. Sometimes he would just be walking the halls of the second floor where his room was. As days had passed he had taken to leaving his sword in his room pretty much at all times. His blood stained shirt had been tossed as it was beyond repair so he refused to be without his armor. Being on his own with no purpose was a strange alien concept. People needed money here, but he was not charged to stay. he had a feeling the hunter was behind it, but he couldn't investigate that as he wanted because he didn't want to be on the street either.
So many thoughts went through his mind as he wandered the halls and eventually down the stairs to the lobby. maybe even outside, he was restless and couldn't keep still.
Random Roof
The rain was coming down in the dreary dizzle. Nelo Angelo had found his way up the side of a building he could not identify right off, and perched on the edge of the roof looking up at the sky as rain rolled down his face. It rained sometimes on Mallet Island but not as often as he would have liked. Rain was one of those few things he loved.
The cool drops would do no good for his suit of armor, but he did not care, nor did he care about the gusts of wind picking up. This was as peaceful as he found anything since his arrival. Finally looking down he watched random kedan and others walking by. He didn't even know if he was allowed to be up here. Honestly he did not care. If he could stay here until his armor rusted he would, logically he knew that was stupid though he would leave in time. For now he looked back to the sky, letting his troubled mind drift.
Shopping Area
He bit his lip some, lost in the daze of his own jumbling thoughts as he made his way down the streets. How would he live in a place like this? Why did the hunter try so hard to help him? Why would he not accept that he was not the man The hunter thinks that he is? More so, what would his purpose be? A new start maybe, though that seemed like false hope. The power of Mundus was mighty, despite what Dante says, he expects his master to come. He would never let one of his valued puppets escape, not after such failure. As far as he had known Mundus could even control time. He would think death had finally claimed him, but he has seen hell, been there, and this was too pleasant to be hell.
He stopped before a booth that had jewelry on display, his hand idly reaching up to his neck to find that strange necklace he woke with, his pendant was gone. Lost to time and space, He had lost it in his fight with that Hunter who now tried to take care of him. His red eyes shifted over the jewelry. He had no money, no means to buy anything and its not like that old necklace matters anymore. The thought crossed his mind that it was pointless for him to stand there looking at such gems, so he turned to head off once more.
Just an idle trek to explore the shops, he really had nothing better to do, and it was better than staying in his room letting his worries of his master’s vengeance plague him more than they already were. Maybe seeing how the creatures of this world lived would be enough of a distraction. Yet his mind kept painting the streets filled with blood. The horrors of hell in the busy streets of the city he walked. Reality overlapping with long lived nightmares.
Then a sound caught his attention, a music box playing in one of the shops. It was a simple little harmony, yet it made him squeeze his eyes shut trying to focus as pain started to twist in his mind. He reached out for the nearest wall and clutched his head. Flashes of memories passing so quick he could not tell what they were, all he could focus on was the pain as the music slowly stopped. He did not teleport away this time. He had no where to go that he knew. So once the pain subsided he pushed off the wall ignoring the sounds of the random nearby kedan asking if he was alright and moved on to walk more. He needed to find information to pay off his debt.
Anywhere else
Anything or anywhere you want~!
Random Rooftop
Fortunately for her own current predicament, Aya's systems were waterproof. Even total submersion in water would not have caused so much as a spark, let alone total shortage. As such, she was capable of traveling in this type of weather with ease. The wetness did not bother her. Nor did the cold. She couldn't feel either.
But she could see. Quite well. Enough to notice the figure on the edge of a rooftop, unmoving.
"It was my assumption that most organic beings preferred to take shelter whenever it rained."
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"I prefer the rain, it does not rain in my world." He means the demon world of course, not that he remembers his real world. "The water rolls right off you, is it magic?" He asked before looking back down at the street.
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"No. I purposely designed my systems to be impermeable."
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Aya, of course, being Aya, interpreted the lack of understanding to mean her chosen vocabulary. Which, well...
"It means that I am waterproof. The rain cannot get inside me because I have made certain that all areas of my physical form were adequately sealed."
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"I do not understand what you are. If not made by magic, but made by design, I do not understand what form of being you are."
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She still did not entirely understand the confusion, as most people who were curious about her existence came with theories of their own. This individual, however, seemed to have nothing.
"I believe the term most often used is robot."
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He bowed his head. "I am Nelo Angelo." Its a two part name spoken as one.
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For one who was unfamiliar with robot, Aya was tempted to question his knowledge of technology of any kind. Indeed, the fact that his first guest had been magic should have been telling, but she'd initially attributed it to her highly advanced nature. Even by scientific standards.
"I am an Artificial Intelligence--alive, yes, but my body and programming are inorganic. A construct I created in order to give myself a physical form."
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"So you were created by someone but you are inorganic. I see." He spoke thinking of the creatures his master had made, hell he is almost certain he was made by his master too. She is different then the creatures of Mundus however. And that is easy to see. "I think I understand now, like the gods of old created forms, you made your own." He tried to make sense of it, but clearly fascinated.
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"My body is inorganic. I am alive." An important distinction to make, if only for her own peace of mind. Ever since Kyle had told her the truth about her nature, she had been proud to correct anybody's understandable misconceptions. The components of her physical form--particularly the metal--were as cold and lifeless as any machine. The essence of her being, however...the warmth of the Green Construct that passed for skin...anyone capable who touched her would notice the resemblance to organic body warmth. "Otherwise, yes, you are correct."
Just wait till his real personality gets awoken hehe Aya will have reason.
"Would you care to sit?" He asked even if he was just perched on the buildings edge. "I find the rain to be a rare beauty. The humans and others rush and rush to not get wet."
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"If I may ask...assume you, yourself, are not human...what species are you?"
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Different world...different demons?
"Then you operate on pure logic instead?"
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She would not argue one way or the other on his personal view of emotion just yet. First, there was the pointing out of the very obvious flaw in his methods. Aya would sooner make emotional judgement calls than leave all final determinations in the hands of another.
(Not to say she wouldn't listen. Sometimes. She simply...reserved the right to disagree.)
"I am organic. It is my body that is comprised of inorganic components."
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He often questioned Mundus' orders which gets him in trouble. So yes, he understood that but he wouldn't admit it.
"My apologies, I misunderstood. So robot is the term you most prefer or your name?"
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Truthfully, he may have been better off speaking with a Manhunter.
"Robot is the term I have found individuals most commonly identify with. A more precise term would be Living Intelligence, though my name is Aya."
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"So, I should simply call you Aya?"
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The ones who don't were simply rude.
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"You are welcome. I have been here for a lengthy duration--my apologies for not being more precise in my calculations," she almost immediately added, without prompting. "We recently returned from a...unique realm that appears to have vaguely distorted my internal sense of time."
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(Seem like a good place to stop? )