esoteric_rose | Record: 35

((OOC: Roger.))

[Tybalt, somehow, is much more at ease with the prospect of this meeting than the last. Possibly because it's happened before now and also possibly because this time, his sister was meeting him in his element - ~~paradise~~ the Scavenger's Yard.

He's made his way toward just in front of the elevator, where he's waiting for Juliet's arrival at a spot where he'll see him coming right away, killing time in front of a mound of stray beams and plates of metal he'd gathered starting to take some kind of shape.]

(Juliet carefully touched the red wool coat that he'd found outside his door-the one modeled after Angelina's he had asked Iris to make. Something about the way it had just shown up gave him a horrible feeling, and that lurked in the back of his mind as he held the two things he'd brought to show his brother-the slinky and the play. It was almost too warm, so he wore it casually on his arms.

The door opened, and he put a smile on his face.)

Good to see you again.

[Tybalt's head sharply turns to the elevator door - standing right inside is his sister with three objects that didn't occur to his memory, at least from here, one of which appeared to be a brand new read coat.]

A feeling shared on both sides of the equation.

[He glances at the not-quite-shapeless pile of scraps, taking his hand off it and walking over to Juliet.]

What's the problem?

(He decides to ignore the "problem" part for the time being.)

I found some things that might interest you...

This is apparently a slinky. Fascinating little thing...

(He then sits down on a pile-not the one Tybalt was working on-and began to scan the black volume.)

Act 2...scene 4...

[He's not convinced, raising an eyebrow but putting on the fang-toothed smile nevertheless, and watches Juliet flip through the book.]

Act 2 Scene 4. That a play you're holding?

[His curiosity is piqued and he waits for Juliet to find what he's looking for...]

Not just any play...

(He finds the specific lines, then instead of showing them, reads them. )

"...why, what is Tybalt? More than prince of cats. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments..."

Don't ask how I know, but they're talking about fencing.

(He flips backward through the pages.)

And this...

"Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow/That I shall say 'Good night' till it be morrow."

Look at who says that.

(Almost reluctantly he gives the book.)

That line...that book was in my dream.

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[Tybalt takes it, observing that last line and its speaker - holding the place, he shuts the book and reads the title.]

Romeo and Juliet. Heh... So this is where our names are derived from?

[He continues to read it, flipping through interestedly, skimming the scene before the titular Juliet's goodnight - a twitterpated rendezvous on a balcony between her and the also titular Romeo. Cute, but...

He can't help but flip forward, skimming for the "More than prince of cats" bit, grinning a bit more honestly and smugly when he finds it, reading the rest of the monologue, feeling a surge of pride multiply and expand, then skipping further and further to isolate every time his name occurs in the text.

And he finds where he appears. Not his namesake, for all he cares. That's his name he's reading. He grits his teeth with a peculiar excitement through the beginning of Act 3 -

He feels an infuriating twinge when he reaches the end.

And hopes it didn't show on his face. He tries to give no hint of any kind of reaction.]

Not acquainted with any Romeo radians, are we?

[He laughs casually.]

So that's what that Dawn Princess + Prince of Cats set was all about.

Yeah...I was reading through the journals one day, and then a conversation led me to the book.

(He watches as Tybalt reads the other scene, noting the twitches in his face.

The mention of "Romeo" makes the demon's face flash into his mind for a minute, accompanied by a sick feeling.)

Not that I know of...You can borrow the book, if you want.

(With the nicknames, he can't help it. His hands twist violently, touching the coat, and his acting fades, revealing Juliet's true face today-he looks as if he's about to either cry or faint.)

[Knowing Juliet, Tybalt figures Sister read his reactions to some level, this time avoiding flinching.]

Huh... So a few of these fractals knew the sources of our names before we did.

Thanks. It'll be transferred back to your side once I'm through with it. Not a 1/2 bad discovery of yours.

[He sets the book next to his crude beginnings of a sculpture and, once he turns around, sees Juliet fidgeting with a look of distress.]

...What the fucking factor, sis, I knew something was wrong, couldn't you just get it out instead of breaking yourself down into front of me like this?

[By now closer than he'd normally willingly get to someone, smile fully wiped off, arms folded.]

Someone get subtracted again or some of the tree's similar garbage like that?

(He shuts his eyes for a second, hands tightening.)

There's a possibility I'm just assuming the worst.

(His words aren't convincing.

Finally he blurts it out.)

The coat...it's not just fashion. It's tied to a memory...which I should tell you about but it's long...and I asked to have it made. Didn't expect it done for a few days, at least. Then I woke up and it was outside the door. And that...he doesn't do that. It tipped me off.

...I've got the worst bloody feeling and I can't shake it. I think Iris is gone.

Iris - oh, zetta duh. That was his name, the guy who was there when we were born.

For ∞'s sake, this keeps on happening irrationally.

[He considers saying several things - does that mean he knew he was leaving, does anyone have any idea where people go or why when they disappear, but decides better of it.

Instead, he goes in for an inevitability but borderline subject change.]

We're already here + we've got a remainder of time. You fine > telling me about this memory of yours?

(He hesitates, then nods.

Juliet explains exactly what happened in the memory, not trying to justify what happened. He tenses when it comes to Angelina, but blankly states what he did. When he finishes, he doesn't meet his brother's eyes.)

...I was such a bloody monster.

[Tybalt, on the other hand, is unwavering.

Except for a little inside flicker of frustration.]

And I unloaded a gun at some hectopascal.

Least you actually hit your factoring mark instead of substituting places with your prey.

[Yeah. You know this thing called tact? Because he doesn't.]

Whatever you think about what you did, sis, it sounds like she dug her own grave. Something was gonna happen.

Come to think of it, I haven't told you about my last memory, either, though it was estimably as zetta dull as the previous. I was at some kind of meeting. There was this chilly blonde woman in glasses, this guy called Megs, and they were introducing me to some dreadlocked hectopascal built like a tank, called him a Game Master.

Hmph. Like that's even relevant. But now you know. I did bring that last part up last time I wrote.

...Look, sis, that = then, this = now. It sounds like it was your factoring job to kill back then. Make the most of the given that we start out here undefined. I'm not gonna let my past life predetermine how this one goes.

[Of course not. From what he knows, it would have messy results. Thanks to that play, the word Romeo absurdly jumps to mind along with the sound of the gunshot behind his back from his first memory.]

You =/= a monster unless you try to be.

(No tact is actually the best thing in this case. It soothes his emotions.)

I'm...just sorry I had to do it, I think.

(Tybalt's words sink in slowly as he traces imaginary circles on the metal.)

So...you don't mind that I'm inhuman?

If it had to be done, 000 point in dwelling on it and wasting time apologizing again + again. It's not like it's even your fault.

Do I sound like I mind? I'm not even zetta sure what I am.

[In fact, he's smiling a bit again, now that Sister seems to be a little relieved.]

...Or that I can summon this?

(He quickly murmurs the phrase, and his scythe is called into existence.)

...It can cut through anything.

(Now he's got a more playful expression. Sister and her dangerous toy.)

[And Sis is suddenly holding a very flashing and effective-looking chainsaw.]

Geez, a chainsaw? That came with your old life being added back to the equation? No wonder you were 1 hell of a killer.

I mean - tch, that's one zetta useful thing to rediscover, you know.

[He's maybe a little envious. But for now, wow. Just WOW.]

{He smiles a little, fearlessly tracing the teeth of the weapon.}

Yes, I found it when I was attacked...I don't think anyone could turn this on me. Though it apparently was illegal for me to have this...

{The smile diminishes as he remembers the murder of the prostitute.}

Bloody effective.

{Without waiting to be asked, he hops up and goes over to a very solid looking metal beam.}

You might want to block your ears.

{He then decides to destroy the beam, the metal falling to pieces quickly under the blade. When he's done, he goes back over to his pile and sits.}

...And that's still not all it does.

{Little show-off today.}

[Tybalt takes the advice, though even with his ears covered he can hear the spinning chain roaring.]

Hey - careful over there!

[He dives at the pile of metal he was working with, bracing himself over it somewhat before the chainsaw pulls away once it hacks through the beam.

He's not even jarred in the slightest from getting close to the thing's reach. Au contraire, he's... kind of giddy. In a good way. He thinks this is freaking awesome.]

Oh, yeah? What else can it do?

{The noise doesn't bother Jules in the least, his smile returning with a mixture of benevolence and...seriousness that's a little bizarre, to put it lightly.

At his brother's admonishment, he laughs lightly and stops the scythe.}

...If I were to cut someone, anyone...I could see their memories.

[Now leaning casually against his scrap pile. Grinning.

Oh, good lord, Tybalt, don't be getting ideas.]

Huh. How far back does that count?

I mean, have you used it on anyone here? Can you only actually see what someone recollects themself, or do you think you might even be able to dig into 1's old life?

{Juliet shoots him a deadly look.}

...I have no idea. And if you want to make this into an experiment...

I will be the test subject.

{He looks at the chainsaw.}

This thing is deadly. But...I know how to control it, I can sense that. I've wanted to experiment with it, I'm not going to lie.

I just...I don't want to try it on someone else without knowing all the risks. You'd need

{There's something like lust in his eyes as he explains and analyzes the scythe.}

But...I get this feeling...that it wouldn't kill me even if it went wrong.

[And this li'l basket case is too curious to be flinch at the look from Juliet.]

I wasn't saying we oughta experiment here and now.

But now that you bring it up...

[Raises an eyebrow.]

Sure about that, sis? You've had to go to Medical Island 1-2 times in the past, right? You said you could control it. The probability's high that I could take a nick from that thing.

[It helps that he's finding himself pretty impatient to learn more about his past, only getting worse the more he learns about his sister.]

{The look softens. He can't be angry at Tybalt, after all, he's the only person who knows everything and doesn't run screaming.}

...For the littlest thing. I accidentally cut my hands, so I couldn't really do anything till they healed. But they healed fast, I swear I was fine after the first hour and half. They just kept me because of psychological reasons.

I had another memory, apparently I'd just been beaten to where anyone else would have died and I was walking. I'm pretty sure I have a bloody high tolerance, probably comes with the job.

...And I didn't say now. Plan for another day, probably. Neither of us can just try it right now, we need some idea of what's going to happen if it goes wrong.

(ooc: ...I like this idea. >:) )

[Still being rather nonchalant.

He shrugs.]

Have it your way, sis.

I figure if we're gonna plan this out first, we can decide who the test subject will be b4 we go there, too.

But how are we going to factor out the outcomes of it going wrong without trial?

((OOC: Heh, I'm liking anything on this train of thought we've just started. How's this for plot.))

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I'm listening to Precious by Depeche Mode right now. It's quite generally Spheretacular.

Nice! I'm just reading Hetalia fanfics.

Hetalia anything's good for the brain. Still, the France in England's bed and Russkie things. XD

You'd like what I found recently then. :)

Inform me. >3

...Not every day you learn Portugese swear words in the middle of a story

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And England declaring "I'm never gonna get sober, not EVER!"

But he's a rather unhappy drunk. @_@

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Not Ivan? =< There go jokes about BECOMING WUNNNN~

...The Ivan in that story is a creeper towards Matthew. >_<

Matt's an easier target than Alfred. *cough* ...X_X

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Me neither, just talking flippantly. XP But Canada/France would actually be a historical given. X3

Matt's an easier target than Alfred. cough ...X_X