Post by Meara Sealgai on Aug 28, 2024 20:48:01 GMT -5
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Tilting her head to the side, Meara's now black hair fell across her spoked pauldron. She curiously studied the machine from above, it spoke of self-progression and evolution. Were these things such beings were capable of? Meara was uncertain as to that fact, but even so, the entity's aspirations had little to do with their conflict at hand, nor did it matter to the Faun witch. She was here to fight this version of the entity, not whatever else may come from its supposed evolution. Closing her eyes, her breath finally even though she wanted nothing more than to deal with this thing and get back home. "You speak as though your existence is fleeting. Are you not built to perpetuate?" Meara asked skeptically. Delta spoke one of the mortal races, designed to only live so many decades or centuries before themselves tapering off into nothingness as they die. "Change comes by virtue of ascension, matters of happenstance and appreciation." Her hands plucked from nothing the raw crimson strands of fate once more, examining each with rapt curiosity before turning her attention briefly down on the robot once more, curious which among them might be his, her precision far from pointed in this instance. "All these pasts, presents, emotions, thoughts." the Faun mused, looking at one strand at a time. "I can see them all, experience them as my own. And yet, not a single one shows past this moment, this second." Losing the strands, each falling back into imperception as they fell from her finger. "And yet, Fate is fickle is it not? What is, what was, what may be. Are they predetermined, or are they mutable?" Tilting her head to the side as if asking Delta herself, she pondered it as well. "I think we shift the lines, small ripples, echoing into waves. But sweeping changes, are those ordained by us or by the masses?" Taking a seat on her staff, watching the colour return to it once more, the Faun mused with a hum. "My heart, dear machine..." Swooping down, Meara flipped down until her face was only a foot from Delta's. "...is fluttering with anticipation." Rising back up, she set some distance between them once more. "I have not been this excited in a long time." Stomping against the base of her staff, Meara flipped it into her hands as she felt slowly to the ground and readied herself. Combat - ONLINE - Combatant Meara PL 44,385 Active Transformation [Suppressed Bloodline x5] Adjusted PL 221,925 KP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ (+▰▰) MP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ ( +▰ ) Health 44/250% Dark Bargain 1/2 Curseweaver 2/2 Otherworld Training Be Prepared Sadist 1/1 Sparking 1/1 Notes: No longer Winded Traits Used: N/A Techs Used: N/A |