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Post by Gaia on Jul 31, 2020 10:10:20 GMT -8
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He blinked as the endless void of the Crimson Dragon's annihilation was suddenly replaced by the visage of the cityscape, the destroyed city that he had, somewhat recently even, destroyed in an attempt to show his newfound power. Joker looked around, his finalized state having left him, as he glanced over the ruins of smoldering ash left behind in his wake.
His vision was empty. The analytics that his sight naturally ran on everything was slow, to the point of nonexistence; his ability to look at structures and ascertain material, parameters, and measurements was gone. The way his vision typically had millions upon millions of little numbers constantly changing within its corners to calculate odds left him accustomed to a much more active field of vision.
Now, those numbers had reduced, his systems accustomed to relying on another server's power to run his own analytics. A server that should have been his to command. Those flickering analytics, fast as a thought, were now coming in as momentary glimpses before having to refocus elsewhere. That familiar presence he had always felt, of stores beyond stores beyond stores of power at his disposal, now removed . . . that familiar connection gone.
Checkmate, they had told him. That shadowy figure, who had ran him around on his own leash . . . just as he suspected, he ran forward too late, and got caught around his own noose. He snarled at himself, unable to bring himself out of his kneel of shame and defeat.
Roaring, he charged up his energy and released it, unleashing a massive maelstrom of charged crimson energy from his core. Even without the Crimson Satellite's support, it seemed, he still had his own nuclear generator within his core. So long as he existed, he would still have that power, even if he no longer possessed the storehouses of information that he had begun to pride himself on.
So long as he existed, however, the Crimson Dragon - that terrible presence - would know where he was. It would be able to sniff him out and hunt him down for holding more of what fueled its power, for even remotely infringing upon it . . . and without it in the sky, his finalization protocols would be impossible. He surged up his power in fury, and smashed his fist into the ground, releasing a massive burst of power, just to see if something else worked -
- the Red Gaia Eraser surged forward, but, not with quite as much power as he was used to. Its might was diluted, the bulk of its energy having come from the Crimson Satellite itself. Without it floating in the sky to supply him, generating those storehouses of power would take much, much longer. . . but, it appeared that the energy it absorbed, the crimson it created, was not immediately taken up by the satellite. It floated, left in the air, where he could take it in directly.
He thought about the implications for a moment. Frustrated, defeated, lost, and without his server running the bulk of his analytics, the Dread Joker now relied solely on his own data access and ability to generate crimson power. Fueled now by only his own power, releasing a Red Gaia Eraser was draining beyond believe, but, another power within his system was also supplying some bulk to lighten the load.
The Generational. So, it had failed to absorb Aeon, then? . . . And without the Crimson Satellite connected to his systems, he also was no longer connected to the Animus Syndicate.
Which meant he was free . . . free, but he had lost everything he was fighting to be free for.
And so came the Fallout.
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Post by xoDeathy on Jul 31, 2020 16:14:20 GMT -8
#s://i~pximg~net/img-master/img/2019/06/06/23/56/34/75092900_p0_master1200~jpg "My my." The Crimson titan would hear a reverberating voice before a collapsing of stars appeared before him, dispersing to reveal a girl in a dress of a galaxy's light.
"You're making an awful lot of noise. Care to vent?"
She had just finished up her encounter with the cat and was passing through, who knew she'd find someone who has been causing a bunch of trouble lately. Now, would he be as hopeless as the kitty lost in the dark?
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Post by Gaia on Jul 31, 2020 16:46:10 GMT -8
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He tore his vision away from the crater in the ground, gazing back at the newcomer. Joker narrowed his gaze as she fell before him, bedecked in the galaxy's light as her dress.
As hurt as his body, twice was his pride, but he forced enough strength into his legs to haul his body off of the ground, standing up at full height to make clear his stature, staring down at her, who was now so much smaller than he.
Is this what the Crimson Dragon felt, staring down at him? . . . Was this difference in power what the one who held the Atrocitus felt as it looked at him?
The irony of her words did not escape him, but, he doubted she knew the true depths of the words she used. Staring over her, he subconsciously looked at his analytics, which he would've normally expected to have her parameters listed out for him.
Instead, they were still calculating a few spare numbers. How long would it take for him to adjust to this difference, to the lack of what gave him being? . . . How long would it take for him to come to terms that in his fight to save it all, he threw it all away?
Apparently, longer than the time he had to stare at his own failures in the face before this girl decided to show up.
"No. I do not care to vent," he answered plainly, looking around at what remained of Element City. He was not one to speak about his downfalls, but could introspectively view them. As hurt as he was, the loss of the satellite at least put a few things into perspective, but, another power unrivaled rested within his core, and he had promised that power a certain errand list would be completed.
To what end, though? To gather more power, only to once again find himself brought to the end of a rope and pushed over the edge, to hang on a noose he never saw them tie? He had to be more prepared, had to be more careful . . . had to be more sure of his own actions.
Even as he stared out, attempting to look stalwart and unphased, he couldn't help the sense of unease that unfortunately definitely phased him. He couldn't hide it from his face as he continued thinking through the last few days, time and time again, finding himself back on that rooftop. They had asked him if they were worth risking everything for, if he truly believed he could chase his ideals while working with weaklings . . . of course he couldn't. Not then. His entire being was devoted to escaping those that wished to control him, and in light of evading them, to keep the one advantage he had, he fell in line with another. Without the Satellite in the sky, his purpose and efficiency were lost, but his power was still with him . . . and he still had another entity fueling him.
Would this cycle ever end? Or is this what they expected of him, of all of them? To chase after answers to protect all that they knew, only to ultimately once again fall into their trap? Did he possess the strength to stop them again?
. . . Did he possess the pride enough to stand before them again? After his defeat, within what he believed was his own server? His own purpose, striking him down.
He needed a new purpose. To escape the animus syndicate was accomplished in his creation, but to truly be free from them was realized the moment the satellite was destroyed. Without it in the sky, they could not chase him down, as he was running through their servers into its. Everything he had done to this point was gather power in preparation for when they returned to hunt him down, and he needed that no longer. To keep his satellite in the sky, he had gathered power within it when he had no need to, and instead ensured it would be lost to him forever; another purpose, another end.
Vengeance was something he understood; it took well with this inborn rage he felt, that fury he was constantly suppressing to direct the careful intelligence he was designed with. Vengeance upon the Animus Syndicate, for creating him and then mistreating him; vengeance upon Deav and Var, for misleading him and forcing him to question his own truths; vengeance upon the Satellite Server, for animating and forgetting all that he had done to serve it; vengeance upon the static being, for being able to dominate what he could not.
Vengeance, however, came with another slew of questions to it - to what end? It was evident that they were facing against an enemy that thought multiple steps ahead. To do nothing was to lie back and be complicit with what was inevitably going to come about either way; to try and stall would only provoke them to reveal another contingency that lead to the same results; to fight against them risked following exactly what they wanted, and would breed another catastrophe like what Joker had just looped himself through.
Not being programmed with emotions was helpful. He was able to repair himself quickly after the daunting fight, even the frustration of his loss satellite, and, even now, he felt his data analytics racing back up as they accustomed to working without the additional assistance. That left only one issue, however . . .
"Then, what is it they expect me to do next . . .?"
He turned to look at the newcomer, his inner monologue over, as he considered her again. "What are you called?"
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Post by xoDeathy on Jul 31, 2020 17:16:26 GMT -8
#s://i~pximg~net/img-master/img/2019/06/06/23/56/34/75092900_p0_master1200~jpg Illia followed Joker's physique as he stood and hunkered above her. Her eyes followed to meet with his, as hers shimmered white.
"There you go, better when you're on your feet."
She began to pace slowly around him, keeping her eyes to his or his head as she walked in a circle.
"Hmm well they call me a lot of things. Not a lot of very nice names. You can call me as you please, but my moniker is Illia."
She stopped and turned towards him once more. How exciting it was to meet the titan like this: suffering, defeated.. alone. Both entertainment and an opportunity all in one.
"I would ask for your name, Crimson Titan, but I already know who you are. You've made your name quite popular recently. Last I heard you were headed for Creamland, yet here you are crashed down into Electopia. What went wrong?"
Her words were playful, yet sharp. Her expression never changed but Joker would be able to feel the bounce of her words. She took him seriously, her words were serious, even the tone was serious, yet the way she imposed upon him was still subtly alluring for no particular reason. Whether he would see it that way or not is to be seen. It's been entertaining for her to see how some squirm before her, but even she knew that effect wouldn't happen here.
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Post by Gaia on Jul 31, 2020 21:02:29 GMT -8
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He cared little for her taunting jibes, the playful, bouncing tone of her words easily seen through for the intelligent comments that were underneath them. Joker wondered to himself how much of her question he would answer, his reason and practical making it easy for him to ignore - indeed, almost miss - the alluring factor of her voice.
In the end, he settled on answering her questions as cryptically as she poised them - with much to be hidden within the details, but also much to be asked for. "What went wrong? Everything, of course. I had looked twenty turns ahead, thinking we were playing a game of chess, when, really, it was a game of solitaire, and I was just another card in the pile. Each move I made was just them moving another set of cards underneath me, so that when the right card was revealed, they could collect all the fruits of my labors at once.
"Well, almost all of them," he trailed off again, scanning this Illia again. If she knew of him, and even his most recent endeavors, why stand before him in broad daylight? A curious decision to make. "A query for you in return: If you know of me, why stand before me? If you know of Creamland, you know I could obliterate you with but a thought."
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Post by xoDeathy on Aug 1, 2020 16:16:54 GMT -8
#s://i~pximg~net/img-master/img/2019/06/06/23/56/34/75092900_p0_master1200~jpg She cracked half a smile.
"I guess that means Creamland didn't make it afterall."
This time a small chuckle as she brought her wrist to her face to somewhat hide her bigger smile, which was unphased by his last comment.
"Of course you could, but you would have done so by now if you wanted to."
She crossed her arms and fully revealed her sly smile. She was truly enjoying this encounter the longer it drew on for once.
"Well to be honest with you, Dread Joker, I was planning to play around a little longer. I was only passing through after meeting a lost soul with nowhere to go. However, this has proven to be most fun. So let me get to the point."
Her eyes only seemed to shimmer a brighter white as she continued onward.
"I would like to endeavor with you, with whatever you plan to do from here. Of course, I would understand if you had issues trusting others at the moment, but you considering it is at least enough for me. As for what I am capable of.."
She non-threateningly pulled out her dagger and spun it in the air, before catching it, hanging the blade backwards in her hand.
"Well, I suppose one could call me an assassin."
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Post by Gaia on Aug 1, 2020 17:21:21 GMT -8
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Dread Joker considered her, and recognized her bravery in standing before him - admitting that he could destroy her, and, for whatever reason, even devoting herself to his cause.
He didn't even know her. Never did they fight on the same side, never had they considered a shared front, never had she conjoined with his satellite in the way Unity had . . . she assumed he would hesitate, because of a lack of trust produced by recent events?
Dread Joker hesitated because the last person who devoted themselves to fight for his ideals instead faced the consequences of them. Who was this girl, what was she capable of, how did she fit into the puzzle, what could they have in mind for her; these were the questions that ran through his head, now. Unity, whose OS now powered the Crimson Satellite's animated persona, he had no doubt, would have given his life to endeavor alongside him. He would've made that promise, without ever realizing that he would actually lose it.
There was much that he still grappled with, as he found himself considering these human thoughts, but, the more he settled on them, the more the logical side of his programming refused them. He kept returning to a set of conditions, a list of tasks to complete, and the more he gazed at Illia and considered her words, the more he wondered what her strength of will was. An assassin understood orders and execution of efficiency, just as he did, but, he understood the strength behind the absolution of those decisions.
". . . You want to help me in my endeavors?" he trailed off, repeating her offer as a question, his cold, blue eyes turning down on her as she twirled her knife.
A limitless storm of possibilities, surging out from the torrent of reality that was Dread Joker's newfound power, as Illia saw a near infinite number of variations as Joker and her moved about, afterimages and ghostly apparitions flitting about from their current locations while their physical bodies did not move. With each passing infinitude, time rolled back only to roll forward again, and reality broke to rewrite itself, as the dust settled and then realigned to start anew, until all that was left was what would ultimately be inevitable -
- Dread Joker stood, as the final reality set into solidity, Illia held in a dangerous chokehold above the ground, his fist wrapped around her neck so that he could force her to stare into his eyes. Illia was still unsure what she had just witnessed, but, her body felt taxed and drained, as though she really had lived through an infinite realities and timelines all at once, despite her current mind trying to wrap around what she saw as the only possible timeline - Joker reached forward, sure and truly, and just hefted her off of the ground.
"Your power is impressive," Dread Joker mused. When did his appearance change? "Your combat prowess rises all at once to deliver an incredibly effective assault, and even permits you to evade danger for a time, but, ultimately, your style is to destroy your foes before they have the chance to fight back, and to punish them for doing just that.
"Your combat prowess is unfortunately ineffective in comparison to mine," he finished, as though he knew her whole fighting regime. She couldn't recall throwing a single attack, and, yet, as the reality continued to settle in, she could see the remnants of his own assaults, large craters displaying the force of Dread Joker's might all around her, where she had inevitably evaded him for at least a time before he had grabbed her.
"I do think you can be of use, however," he continues, as that incredible energy began steaming from off of his being. Large tendrils of black, coiling data, with streaks of platinum along its side, peeled away from the intense reality-warping power he possessed, threatening to consume Illia. "My previous endeavors to protect my power may have fallen short, but, another agenda is still open to me. If you wish to assist me, you can simply shut off your mind, and try your best to not resist, as I assimilate you into the Eternal Endgame's Personality."
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Post by xoDeathy on Aug 1, 2020 19:33:02 GMT -8
#s://i~pximg~net/img-master/img/2019/06/06/23/56/34/75092900_p0_master1200~jpg The moment felt like it lasted for an eternity. She felt stuck, like she was falling asleep and dozing off, until finally reality snapped back and Joker had her in checkmate. She grimaced as she tried to collapse into starlight.. but her energy was completely exhausted?!
"How on Earth.."
When and how did all of this happen. She didn't have any information on power such as this. Her data gathering was amongst the best, but even still she has only been sneaking around the net for so long. She needed more information.
"Haha. I never expected to be able to match your power. A pawn is what you see in me, is it? That would be a new one for me, but I would not mind a new experience."
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Post by Gaia on Aug 3, 2020 15:35:35 GMT -8
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Smirking, Joker willed the energy that the Endgame funneled into him around Illia, as she seemed content with succumbing to his own force of will. The first tendril funneled directly against her head, which would allow Illia to enter the space of Joker's programming where the Eternal Endgame's programming now resided.
"Amusing, how you relent, as though you had a choice in the matter. I know not what this process will do to you, but, you amuse me - I hope the process doesn't take away too much of your wit."
With that said, they would stay in this position, and await the Endgame's answer. He was hopeful that she would suffice for its purposes; if not, this would've been a wasted endeavor.
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Post by Zane on Aug 4, 2020 5:22:58 GMT -8
"I believe my parting words was for you to apply wisdom with intelligence, but I suppose I forgot to factor in that you didn't have a say in the matter."
It wasn't that far from them, a bit ahead of Joker with Illia. It was a voice that was familiar to Joker. He had met with him right before he returned to his former base and then went to Creamland. He wasn't looking toward Joker this time, but instead was looking skyward, at what was an empty space. Such were the winds of change after all, it made sense nothing on this side would notice the overall fallout. As for the other side... they had other reasons they would be unaware of what atrocity befell them. Setting that aside... the same gaze as before fell upon the not as Crimson Titan now.
"You are as you were created to be, after all. For all the questions you can ask yourself even after experience, you always choose quite the card to play. A joker through and through for the side forced to hold on to that card."
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Post by Gaia on Aug 4, 2020 6:42:54 GMT -8
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As the coiling black energy surrounded Illia, Joker turned his attention towards the familiar face - he had never asked his name, back then, and still didn't care to get it, even now.
He narrowed his eyes at him, hearing his words but only considering the potential threat behind them. Turning on his foot, he kept one hand extended, keeping Illia in place, and the other he turned towards the man in the cloak, with the reaver eye and a nameless hatred. Following his gaze for but a moment, he considered the sky once again, but knew that he would see nothing of his satellite's descent.
"That's a bit of the point, do you not figure? The longer I walk, the more I learn about my programming, this power that I wield - was it intended to resonate alongside Crimson, and crimson energy alone? Is this nuclear power generator fixed within my core designed to only irradiate bugged data, or is there so much more than my close sighted focus on the only thing I knew would allow me to see? Was I named after the program from which I get my power, because the Joker is the most powerful card in the deck? Often discarded before any hand is dealt, but, if utilized, unpredictably and uniformly the most versatile.
"The wildcard, if you will," Dread Joker spits back at the unknown entity's respond. "I at least have a few things to thank you all for. To what do I owe this visit, however? Do my new plans require a few conditions to be set, a new trap to be prepared, or is it already laid and I progress closer to it even now? Do I even get to enact my new plans, or is my eradication to be settled here? . . . Perhaps something else, an extension to be offered, where you remember that, now, with a new perspective provided by new circumstances, we may be able to work together towards a goal of annihilation."
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Post by Zane on Aug 4, 2020 7:05:26 GMT -8
It was a question that many would ask of themselves in a sense. It didn't matter what they were made of, often times it was a question that was asked of them at least once in their lives. Even in one as long as his own he had arrived to a similar destination eventually. The only ones who never asked were those who never had a say in the matter to begin with. Those who, as an acquaintance of his would call them, were merely tools.
"If I were to note of an obvious weakness that many of you possess, myself included, it is what we follow with that programming. Often times we follow only what it was intended for and little else, as that is the limit of our perspective on the matter. To follow one's purpose through, to fulfill a purpose, is often times what is most important to those in life. So when that very purpose is turned against us, all we can do is be swept up in the current."
It was the limitations set about by their designs. They could only be what they were meant to be. It was prevalent in all of them, but often the stronger ones were more shackled by that than they cared to realize. And for those that did realize it, there was little that could be done about it. As those who were built by others, there were certain lines they simply were forced to follow through until they saw it through or were swept up in the grand current of the world around them.
"Among all of you, those who lack a purpose or fail to live up to their purpose are deemed defective failures. But the way I see it, if something can only work one way, it is much simpler to take it apart. If this world truly belongs to those who live in it, being defective, reaching beyond one's intended purpose, should be a given for those who can choose for themselves."
But how many of them could accomplish that? Even the ones who were proclaimed as the wisest among them suffered from the very same. Because they were possessing of a higher intellect they were often even more susceptible to it even. They would approach things from what would look to be the smartest vantage point, the one others wouldn't consider. If they were ever met with a horizon they couldn't cross, that was where they would be stuck. That was how they would be trapped. And that was how they would be ruined. Offer them an inch, but as they went to take a mile, take from them everything by using the points that their perspectives could not comprehend at the time. If nothing else, those particular ones were adaptible.
"But to answer you: my goal in all of this remains as an observer for the time being unless my force is required in an encounter. I need only to witness to see my part done right now. So the purpose of this visit is instead to offer insight to the wildcard that is being used so wittingly. The start of your current plan has a flaw that you've yet to realize. You never cared to ask about it, in fact. Do you know what that is?"
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Post by Gaia on Aug 4, 2020 7:49:22 GMT -8
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Joker considered the unknown's words, the flaw in their programming that prevented them from being anymore than just that; the quintessential weakness that caused them to be so short-sighted. His was taken further than just that, though, as he was brought into creation only to be feared and misunderstood, forced to enter fight or flight upon seconds of having only just been born. They threatened to not only take away his satellite, they wanted to take away his very being; the programming within his core that allowed him to resonate, to synchronize with the satellite, and makes its power his own.
His purpose had been turned against him - but, was it truly a purpose, or a deluded sense of necessity that drove his actions? Was the Crimson Satellite his purpose, or his safety net that he held onto because he did not know he had another option? Even as the unknown continued to speak, he now found himself reaching inward, wondering the very same things about Aeon within his core. He averted his gaze for a moment, his own resolve faltering, once again finding himself deep within those thoughts - those thoughts that his logical mind tried to burry and ignore.
Dread Joker fixed his gaze back on the unknown, steeling himself again. He was intelligent, and he had brewed within him a fighting, destructive spirit from the moment he had to fight for his life the second it was given to him. The power that resonated within him, the power of the Joker Program, granted him the ability to resonate with almost any energy source - how quickly had it already adapted to the Generational's power, now that its Crimson supply was shortened? Indeed, when tested with a scenario in which he could not comprehend, when left guessing how he could possibly have missed something, rather than come to the conclusion that the opposition must be wrong, he second-guessed himself and willed his fears into being, simply to convince himself that he could overcome an obstacle that was his own design.
He chased after a means to cement a power source rather than put a purpose behind its use. Eradication of those weaker than him isn't a purpose; its a hobby, and rather pointedly an ill-advised one. Looking back at the given up Illia, even now as the Eternal Endgame assimilated her, he considered if this was his purpose, then - to simply acquiesce in the gathering of power for any who would ask him of it. Is that what he was willing to devote his database to? The acquisition of power to store in another being that he would ultimately leech off of?
. . . It couldn't be helped that his program was a power siphon; provided a little bit of energy, it could create volumes. Charged with even a fraction of the Generational's power, he could feel its power coursing through his coding more densely than it is being provided to him. These questions of purpose, meaning, and power clouded his resolve - because he realizes that his resolve was groundless.
All he was fighting for was to not be controlled, to declare to all those around him that he had a right to live, and he would do whatever it took to proclaim that right. He looked back at the unknown, again, no longer looking at Illia.
". . . and what if we were never given a purpose, then? What if one was created, but never meant to survive? What if they had to fight their way out of submission and force their way into the public? Going against one's programming, going against one's purpose, is surely possible for some entities, even the most flawed and intelligent of us, as you put it . . . but if all we knew was the will to survive, and the need to empower ourselves to prevent others from taking that from us, how can we learn to do anything differently? How can we learn to defect from a purpose that we never possessed?"
His voice was low, shallow, and, perhaps for the first time ever, unsure. The Dread Joker was known for his pride, known for his power, known for his resilience, and his strength - and he also had to be known for the steel wall that was his strong mind, for even a moment's weakness would spell the complete control of Aeon within his core. He couldn't dwell on these uncertainties for too long. Instead, he would consider the next words, and wonder what flaw he had yet to consider. He took a change in pace, and, rather than assume, take what he was apparently willing to offer. "I have considered many possible shortcomings of the plan to come, and have already guessed that you and your masters will not stand idly by and simply allow me to accomplish my goal - unless, of course, it ultimately ends once again the same way. So, tell me, what flaw have you decided to reveal to me?"
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Post by Zane on Aug 4, 2020 8:17:43 GMT -8
The change in his voice was good, because it meant he was thinking. Against the odds, as he was pressed against by his logic, he knew that the words weren't empty. And that what he was doing behaving as little more than a parasite due to his own programming due to its nature. For the power he possessed, he needed just a proper resolve behind it. One that someone recently born couldn't truly possess easily. He knew that all too well from a particular child who spent years kicking and screaming. All she knew was the power behind her name as well. But she did something that he had to do, once he opened his eyes and ears to those around him.
"No matter what your origins or your maker says, once something is created, it has the right to its own survival. To fight for one's survival is never wrong. For myself, who was willing to learn but unable to teach myself, I learned from others. At times, simply living is sufficient enough. Watching others and determining for yourself can take time, years even. Stumbling along the way is inevitable as well. But it isn't impossible for anyone to learn: they need only be willing to."
If one was not willing to see or hear something, then that would be how it always would be. It was something that needed to be considered, be they strong or weak, weak-willed or strong-willed. For example, he personally needed no lessons in brutality, he knew that in ways most couldn't imagine. What he instead learned was why others had the right to life. Not long ago, he would be one of the ones to say that there were just a vast majority that had no right to exist. Simply on the basis that it was the way of things. But if one had the right to invalidate another's existence, then the other side possessed the right to validate their right to existence. The discord created would determine which side would be left after, as the fighting wasn't going to cease. But he at least understood a lot of things better than he did when he first arrived to his conclusions here.
"The flaw lies in the Eternal Endgame himself. This very conversation can be related to him as well. Not only was he bested by those inferior to your current adversaries, he's a tool that can only follow a singular purpose. A mind too weak to resist, a programming that must be followed, and a power that can only be used for one end. An end that has already failed once. He can grow stronger and more efficient, but at the end of the day, the Eternal Endgame was discarded as a tool because his value was lost the moment he was exceeded all those years ago. There can be purpose in the hands of others, certainly, but not against the foes you possess."
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Post by Gaia on Aug 4, 2020 11:06:57 GMT -8
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He allowed himself only a moment longer to consider the words that the unknown spoke back to him, about how, if he were willing, given time, he could see others' purposes and try to determine his own.
The next set of words, however, were what really caught his attention; it was a complete shift in opinion, which he felt only increasing his rage. Discarded as a tool, simply because its own function appeared to be to destroy all things? Dread Joker would not accept it. "Do you not listen to the words you speak? Your own statements contradict one another. Simply because the Eternal Endgame holds power at a stature above you and me, you would declare that he does not have the right to live? The right to find a purpose beyond the tool that he was discarded as?" he shouted across the expanse, feeling his energy build up. "And you? You speak using phrases such as 'foes you possess,' as if you are not on the very same side. Sure, you have made no overt attempt at me, but your words just before I attacked Creamland told me that you knew - you knew what was going to happen to Unity. Did he not have a right to his own being? Or must he also succumb only to what his programming can be manipulated to make him do?
"If this is all that can be expected of us, what's the point of your grand speeches telling us to surpass it?"
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