is currently employed and on the verge of starting classes at a community college. not only are they quite busy with these things, but they are also a freelance artist seeking commissions. please be patient and understand that roleplaying is merely a hobby.
Though her words rang true, his patience would hold a different match in this game they played, each move seemingly taking ages just to make meaningfully and wisely. He didn’t regret any of his actions thus far, a rarity indeed even for the likes of him, however he’d not be without questions on any of this, let alone going about without warning of more possible blood and chaos.
The twins themselves were a mystery shrouded in riddle most times though they certainly proved which side of the board they played on, each move and counter-move made via their aid, so perhaps not all was lost. Not yet.
“Sure, but it’d be a real generous idea if you gave proper tellin’ on where I should head to now. The Vox are on the move with all those guns they were after, but where’s my deal? Now I got no airship an’ no clue as to what I should be doin’.”
The fellow had been persistent, always going on to inquire as to which procedures he’s wonted to establish in a particular order… As though the very concept of his success had been determined on account of very distinct actions and the such. While it is true that the Lutece’s had come to witness a diverse set of solutions toward each and every sort of momentary crisis that’s presented itself… But it hadn’t been their responsibility to assist the False Shepard with every aspect of his very purpose in this world and the next.
Heavily relying upon them doesn’t benefit him as justly as he’d come to imagine. Always the fellow is to be on edge, dubious of whether he’d ever receive support, and thus, causing his prosperity to practically increase more so than he could ever begin to fathom.
“Mr. Dewitt,” having begun as though the very address was a signification of her relinquishment, “Our occasional service should seldom be recognized as an obligation on our part… This is quite the predicament on your hands, but we are quite sure that there are various manners which you could go about solving it.” Emphasis had been put on his person, before a hand raises to make all seemingly brusque.
“–Without our aid, in this instance. Fret not, if it is direly needed, we will not do as much as abandon.”
Oh, how she had missed the Lutece woman. Surely, time was an irrelevant construct for her but for Alexia, the days were long and lonesome - not unusual, occasionally desired, but always to her annoyance where the other woman was concerned. It mattered little upon her return, a smile gracing the Ashford’s violet painted lips.
Truly, she wished to leave her mark, through silent words and gentle touches - unlike the clawmarks she had left her dear brother with. Yet was there any need, when she returned to freely to Alexia’s side?
“Rosalind…”
The pair seemed to mirror one another with how they’d attributed to this unforeseen interaction: with fondness which no man might have the pleasure of experiencing. Though it had been far from physical, their adoration hadn’t been one to question.
“I don’t rightly know what else there is to say other than I have longed to see you again.” Admitting in a hushed manner before going on to clarify her absence, “I don’t intend to come and go so frequently but I’m afraid I’ve left that notion. Time between these periods certainly don’t assist…” Eyebrows raise to soften a composure that is now recognized as nothing short of benevolent. There is but a minor glance in her visage that reveals minor deliberation, should there be physical contact in this relationship of theirs?
Oh, it figures she’d show up now, no doubt readied with some form of vague and hilariously complicated riddle of a hint for him. Still, any help was good help, aid he’d not need to bargain for since leaving Finkton in the mad rush that they did, the signs of a revolution at their heels. A storm was quickly approaching.
Face soured once he caught visual of her familiar tan suit, a sigh to greet her as he drew near, already expecting some for of lecture of science and consequence.
“Alright, now what? Please tell me ya got some kinda useful clue as to what we gotta do now? Somethin’ simpler than arming a buncha angry factory workers an’ crowds?”
Assistance was needed and while Mr. DeWitt often radiated that impression that this service had been frivolous and unessential, the Lutece’s would often make mention of the various instances where guidance hadn’t been offered… In short, these divergent paths had lead to one conclusion: a inevitable downfall. A reoccurring resolution as this may not have been caused in the same manner, but they all had proven that the siblings were of use.
Countering his own response to the glimpse of the twins, they only raise their brows in utmost indifference. It was anticipated from a pair like them, whom were spectres; ideally haunting, their expressions filled with questionable disdain.
“It has been beneficial thus far, no matter of how tedious or arduous the purpose of the tasks might have been. Forget not: Rome wasn’t built in a day, slow and steady wins the race.” There had been a numerous amount of morals implicated in fairy tales that she could spout, but the man hadn’t been all that lost– he had been capable of comprehension.
❝I see… We truly are a race of titles, then, aren’t we? Our version of answers is attaching names, definitions, words ––❞
Sixty, she thinks as flame crawls up his arms years away from now.
❝Yet no matter the name, he will still burn, or drown, or hang, or bleed. Is there truly no way to stop this––––– this continuum?❞
How many times has this R. Lutece seen her? Twelve on Elizabeth’s end, but it’s al- ways different on the other.
The lady doesn’t convey any signs of agreement or even objection for that matter, all that the girl may be able to read through the callous simper is that these comments had been thought provoking… Entertaining, amusing, so on.
“Putting a continuum to rest is rather redundant, isn’t it?”
Superfluous and futile, that had been the conclusion from an omnipotent’s perception– one which had incomprehensible recognition for the cosmos and the manner in which it’s managed.
“Cleaning the slate of one’s existence entirely is an ambitious task that an individual will never have the opportunity of fulfilling ordinarily…” Emphasize expressed upon the term ‘ordinarily’ which ought to reflect that this characteristic had been far from what they both had been as of now.
Cognitive Dissonance- The feeling of discomfort that results from two conflicting beliefs. Taking one’s reality and set foundation and twisting it entirely. The feeling was one he had never expected, and quite frankly never thought possible for a man like himself. Not until the day came that he heard her first whispers, her dots and dashes of a far off reality soon coming an actual possibility in which they might come together and be united as one. It was she that gave him hope, and it was she that caused him to drop all of what made him- him. All to be by her side without so much as a second thought or hesitation.
One may call it love, another may call it a means of escape. Either way the action in doing so caused great toll on his body, one that he never took into consideration, but more so learned from the hard way. Sacrifices were to be made, yet it seemed it was he who payed the price. If only she knew, could feel the confusion and emotions that he was to deal with, maybe then would she understand exactly why it was this caused him to bleed. Never did he think that just by altering the reality he once knew, would it cause for his health to deplete as fast as it did. There was no stopping it, and only was it the smallest things that often triggered him into hemorrhaging.
It was a subtle response, eyes flickering just a little wider, jaw tensing as he could feel the sensation that often came before it would begin. Never was the feeling so bad though, so quick that it had him standing still as crimson red began to drip from his chin, staining the tie that hung about his neck and had him gazing back at her.
”Idon’t suppose you have anything?“ Referring to something to stop the bleeding, his brow merely furrowed as he took to pinching the bridge of his nose, head tilting back in hopes it would pass.
It was in time that Madame Lutece may thoroughly find herself aware of these internal clashes between mind and body, her visual study being the one fellow which she had been able to respect and cherish… And therefore hold in mind all hours of the day, no matter how his health may have appeared one moment. By having secured his proper place alongside her, Rosalind had been willing, rather obligated, to ensure his occupancy. For it had been that once getting an earful of her very title, one which hadn’t been obscure since belonging to his person just as well, that the woman found herself decided. Where he was to reside was in her own universe, preservation of his utmost brilliance being established and put to beneficial use.
Only once they acted on this yearning of theirs, did a lack of recognition respecting the influence tears had upon human anatomy and psych. It hadn’t been so much that they had been dazed by whom knew what– it had just been a matter of devaluation. Certainly the affect would not be as sever as it could potentially be, they might have mentioned a good few instances before the procedure’s inauguration… Negligence had been etched along the innermost wall of her mind and it had been clear that the Lutece's hadn’t fairly made up for the blame which prompted with the man’s trauma. Practically all had more or less, belonged to dear Rosalind whom allowed personal sentiments to prevail.
Concern riddling her very composure, it was all too soon that she rush to his aid, providing what little she could offer as of now: a soon to be embellished handkerchief. ”Use this. “ Already allowing her appendages to ever so subtly guarantee her devotion through physical contact.
" …Brother, you would not lie to me in regards to your well being, would you? Do trust me when I say that I intend to mend you– successfully and unconditionally. ”
So what you’re saying is that nothing could exist without time being there in the first place? I suppose that makes sense, but if time were to just … stop one day, what would happen? Would everything freeze, or stop existing altogether?”
”Salutations, Miss Elizabeth. Your query is one which many still ponder and though I find reasonable confirmation to conclude just that, it only raises more reflections and uncertainty. A suspension in time would be a process that we would have no awareness of– whatsoever. Would ’everything’ persist to exist, if we ourselves,would have no recognition? “
Faults are always to follow after triumph, as if shadows… It had been most unfortunate but tending toward the mishaps had been the Madame’s only option as of now. The Lutece Device, while operational and serving its purpose most diligently, has but a few minor liabilities. Now, it hadn’t been so much had to do with flaws in the system, but rather the operation of the transfer itself. To bear the visceral expense when alternating between universes, it meant potential, harsh chances. Alike to a change in environment but only far more drastic on both the mind and body.
Brows came to knot at the rather evident burden that trickled atop his upper lip… Transpiring from meager droplets to a gushing rather profusely, a hand raised in frenzied concern.
“People say that time is a construct of human perception, but it just … doesn’t make sense to me. No ma- tter what name we give it, time will pass. It always exists, for if it didn’t, wouldn’t we all be just … frozen? No way to move forward, no rot or decay?”
“A title is nothing more and nothing less than that: a title. An inscription for a concept that many misinterpret in reassurance of their own, universally thought speculation… Had time nothing to do with these instances, they too, would cease to exist. As would aging, as would anything.”
—“I apologize, I was just closing up the practice for the night. Did you need something?”
The other had opened the door just before his hand had grasped the knob. Not that he particularly minded helping one more patient if that was what this was about.
“While your expertise would most appreciatively be favorable considering the circumstances, I won’t keep you from your departure...
All that I request is a quantity of medical supplies that aren't to be found inside the atypical pharmacy.”
The know how for such a dire obligation could be executed confidently, had there been an abundance of supplies. For having read an extensive portion concerning vigorous hemorrhage, the Lutece had been tenacious to resolve any mishap having to do with her sibling’s wellbeing.
