silverking | ✖ IC CONTACT #3

How poetic.

[But it's true. Nature itself is comprised of multiple faces, so is it any wonder that light and dark, like good and evil, are simply different sides of the same coin?]

[It's one more thing he and Griffith have in common, as if they needed another. Human forms shrouded in light, and otherworldly forms shrouded in darkness.]

[As he steps closer, taking that wretched unforgiven thing into his hands, he lifts it up to eye level and speaks softly.]

I won't harm it, even if I do find it repulsive. So, tell me, who was it you said that to?

[Griffith sits motionlessly, hands folded almost primly in his lap as he watches Isley with that tiny thing.]

The Emperor Ganishka. A twice-ascended Apostle. When I arrived here, I was in the middle of dealing with him.

If it hadn't been such inconvenient timing, perhaps I wouldn't have been so short with that woman.

[Its skull is so small that Isley is certain he could crush it if he squeezed it between his fingers. Its body is so fragile looking that, if he wanted to, he could twist it apart and have it fall to pieces in his hands.]

[But even though it's an assault to his aesthetic senses, even though he hates this thing for existing, because it is small and weak, incapable of doing anything besides cling to the one that holds it and watch them with eyes pitiably too large for its head...despite all of that, he continues to observe it. He continues to be interested in the way it sits, featherlight, in the palm of his hand, and fascinated by the fact that there are more all around them, out of sight and hiding.]

I think, in your position, I might also have been cross with the timing.

[He offers the creature back to Griffith then.]

...I should collect what I've come for.

[Although a part of him wants to linger.]

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[Griffith accepts the little thing onto his fingers, and then lowers it to the ground where it scurries back into the shadows.]

Of course. The... samples are inside the cabinet.

[He stands again, and opens said cabinet.]

Ah, I sorted them by energy signature. Just in case there was some kind of relevance to it. The energy your kind apparently gives off is very different than mine. I haven't quite figured out how to read it properly yet.

[And he steps back.]

But take what you came for.

[Golden eyes follow that misshapen creature into the shadows, then return to Griffith as the man stands, positions himself before the cabinet, and opens it up. Within...Isley can see the jars he's familiar with, but he can sense no energy from any of the samples therein.]

[He wanders near, brushing his fingertips across the glass jar containing Priscilla's arm.]

...it's called yoki. It's more of a physical energy, if that helps.

[The jar is pulled from the shelf, and at that moment he looks sidelong toward Griffith.]

If you could help me carry them back to the living area, Rigaldo can help bring them back to my home.

[...as though Griffith is going to do physical labor. He just kind of levitates the containers.]

A physical energy. That does explain things. The power of my world is exclusively spiritual. Though it does, of course, affect the physical realm.

[As those containers lift into the air, levitated by some unseen force, Isley watches and feels a brief pang of envy. Until today he had been doing relatively well without his yoki, but these constant reminders that he is powerless in a presence like Griffith's...]

[He wonders, Is this how Rigaldo feels around me, and is this how Riful felt when Priscilla stood before her?]

...Does it have a name, that energy of yours? Many of those I've encountered from other worlds, those with varying energy signatures, seem to have a name by which that energy is referred to. Of course, still many more simply call it magic.

[Still holding the jar containing Priscilla's arm, Isley glances toward Griffith and waits for him to take the lead. After all, Rigaldo has been made to wait long enough.]

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Od. The spiritual force that binds and guides the entities of the astral plane.

[And then... another white tunnel, and at the end of it... a dimly lit attic room, currently holding one nude man.]

After you.

Od...

[He rather likes the sound of that, but as to why, he isn't given the time to consider.]

[With a flash of light there appears another tunnel before them, and on the opposite end...]

[...he finds himself smiling faintly.]

I left the attire I brought for Rigaldo in your sitting area.

[Not that it stops him from stepping into that tunnel, wandering through and into that attic.]

[How strange it must be for Rigaldo to see the two of them together.]

[Strange isn't quite the word he'd use, if you were to ask him how he felt about all of this. Although judging by the look on his face when he sees them arrive, the slight widening of his eyes, it probably isn't necessary to ask.]

[At least he otherwise seems resigned to the fact that he can't get out of his little suspended prison, and doesn't seem to be especially concerned about modesty, either.]

[...really, you know what, just fuck you both.]

You've taken your time.

[Griffith releases the force field before he even speaks a word, allowing Rigaldo to drop to the floor without warning. Oops.]

We thought we'd have a little chat. Unfortunately, Isley left your outfit downstairs.

[For a moment Isley's not sure whether to laugh at Rigaldo's predicament or to call Griffith out on unnecessarily dropping his lieutenant without warning.]

[It's just a moment, however. It passes and he smiles.]

Stand up, Rigaldo.

I'm certain Griffith would prefer I not leave such dull attire in his home, so he won't mind opening up another tunnel so you can collect your clothes and get dressed.

[Well then that was totally unnecessary. Rigaldo pulls himself to his feet and doesn't waste any time in affecting his usual posture. His voice, on the other hand, is far more clipped than normal. As long as we're all being assholes here.]

I don't care about the clothes.

[He shoots Griffith a look, dark and resentful but not... quite threatening. He knows better now.]

You intend to just let us leave, is that it?

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I don't see why not. I've gotten what I wanted from this meeting, even if you haven't.

[What an annoying smile.]

As for the clothes... ah. Here.

[He looks into the shadows of the Attic, and holds his hand in the deepest pits of it. And there, something moves. It moves across his palm, and its one eye glitters in the light.]

Go and fetch those for me.

[A moment later, that something scurries off his fingertips, and disappears into the darkness.]

[Isley's eyes follow the movement of that hand into the shadows where he presumes another of those unforgiven await. So quick to take orders, those creatures...and it's gone once they've been given, slinking off into the shadows, its one eye disappearing from sight.]

[It's not unlike Rigaldo in its readiness to perform certain tasks, although presently the other man is not behaving himself very well.]

I've gotten what I wanted. [More or less.] In a roundabout way.

It looks as though it's worked out for everyone involved.

...You too, Rigaldo. You're not dead, after all.

[...what. What is that. What is he sending to get its disgusting mutant appendages all over his clothes. Really.]

[Rigaldo stares after it until Isley addresses him, at which point he snaps his attention over to the man speaking.]

As ever, Isley, I appreciate your lowering of standards to make the best of the situation.

[He gives another glance at Griffith, too, just in case he thinks he's off the hook here.]

I assume this means my contract is over.

That kind of dry humor... I'm not sure I appreciate it.

[Griffith stretches his arms in front of him for a moment, and then nods.]

But yes, it seems your contract has reached its conclusion.

It's a shame. I think I'll miss the company.

[There is a moment where Isley is tempted to tell Griffith that he is welcome to borrow Rigaldo, and while he is at it, to talk some sense into him, but that moment passes.]

[Instead Isley watches his lieutenant, and then speaks calmly.]

You really don't appreciate anything. Perhaps next time I'll leave you to some stranger's attic after all.

[And to Griffith.]

There is something else I want to ask you.

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