esoteric_rose | Record: 56

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Record: 56

Seven hundred and thirty.

I never thought the count would get this high, nor see what has happened happen.

Before you start getting worried, if that's your style, I'll say this-this is something positive, so please don't be upset.

Of course, there have been interruptions, and most of the numbers blur into one, but occasionally it serves well to pull one out of the count for consideration. But mainly, they keep their records, I keep mine, and we're content to let that be.

Just the reflections of a mind this morning.

[ooc: Starting from this comment, all further ones in that thread have been struck out.]

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It would be wise to value life as more? [Her eyes narrow at his back briefly.]

...Then where are they going?

For humans for now, yes. Death is the inevitable. She is a consistant mistress.

[A sizzle here and there] When newborns are born, they don't regrow. I've searched every inch possible of Edensphere that I've been able to so far and I'm still looking. I see no other signs of growth. Fugue doesn't seem worried.

None of them should get so comfortable they forget that. [Her hands tighten around her arms.] Death lives in their shadows.

[She listens to the news of the cocoons, mouth settling into a thin line, and her voice soft in case anyone decided to come in.] Either something's being corrected or something is falling very out of place.

Yes, even I am sure of that. With what disasters happen quite frequently, it could happen at any time. If death does occur, there may not be a cocoon for them to come back to.

[He pokes at the food and tilts the pan, his own face rather impassive as he flips the omelette around]

The outside remains untouchd. So far I have noticed nothing else really of diference.

So it becomes even more crucial that we live and stay as such.

[She's not going to comment on the near hypocrisy of her saying that.]

Double amnesia, the Wilderness acting up, and now missing cocoons. What are we headed towards, Black?

I cannot see any other reason in understanding that.

[Black slide over a plate and fork when it was done, and after ensuring the stove was off, he turned to face her once more.]

Newborns are still appearing it seems, but I cannot help but think that something hazardous may happen. This has been happening for more than a month.

Becoming more selective, possibly? [She shrugs.] I have no intent of dying, so if they fall to panic on the news I'm simply going to laugh.

Something is wrong, yes, but when have things ever been completely right? What we do is survive first, live second. That idea's been quite reliable so far.

Possibly. I have no intention of dying either. [His eyes cut to the side, a somewhat unnatural lilac building behind the crimson] With or without my master.

Never. It could merely be another diaster and I am simply overreacting. The hatchery guide numbers have thinned as have the cocoons. I have every intention of surviving no matter what I must do.

Do you still think of him as that? Even in his absence? When you're more you own master than he is?

[She bites her tongue at what she really wants to say to that, casting her gaze to the floor instead.] You aren't the type to overreact.

Not entirely and yet there is a sense that I should. [Fingers gripped around his other hand where the mark laid, thumb idly rubbing it.] I've made my own decisions on my own.

[He remembers the ninja attack the last time Greeters started disappearing] No, I suppose I'm not.

Which makes you far more independent than you would be otherwise. Unless there was satisfaction under bondage, I don't think you should keep thinking of him as your master. But feel free to disregard my opinion, I can't tell you how to think. [Why was she being so open today? It was odd.]

It's not adding up right. It just...isn't. But without further proof of anything...perhaps patience needs to be the sole recourse.

[He's quiet for a few seconds, considering the options. Did he truely need it? Something within him made him wish for it, want for it] When I think about it, I am quite restless. There is something he wanted and something I could do for him and in return, there was something he would give me. I am not sure if I want it or need it.

[And yet he was always hungry. Was a soul truely that delicious?] For a month and more this has been happening. When all the cocoons are gone, I wonder then if someone will begin to worry.

Yet it would keep you. [Why that child, she couldn't know.] If you can, try not to trouble yourself over a matter of who you are. It's not as though you would undertake it for sport.

[Juliet stops, and then looks down] ...Forgive me. I presume too much and then start talking like I know you better than you do.

[He knew he was to take his soul but he didn't know how or why. Only that he would complete his wish.] For sport. No, I suppose not. [Though he was starting to think differently lately.

Forgive? For a reason he couldn't conceive that] But you do. You even know my name.

A name that could mean nothing. Would they even let you hear it? [She laughs briefly] It's not mine to give, only to keep custody of as a section of the past. It's your choice to leave where it rests or to take it.

[His fingers curl over the edge of the pan and slips it off the stove, allowing the slightly aged and liquid cheese to drizzle along the side of the omelette. It was enough of a pause to think]

I will not allow anyone or anything to control what I am allowed and not allowed to do, think, say, or hear any longer.

[A good answer, one that made her smile, though not at him.]

Do you want to know?

[This was it. Another opportunity to hear his name without any strings attached]

Yes.

They called you Sebastian.

[Unless he can hear the first name, she won't give out the second.]

[Each word seems to still his voice until he hears it. He hears his name]

Sebastian... [He nearly snorts at how much that sounds like a dog's name]

Sebastian Michaelis.

[He has the first. He deserves the second.]

[Fingers stroked to his chin after setting the pot and pans into the sink]

I was expecting someting different.

Such as?

[She remembers his own explanation of it back in that darkened street. "This is the name the young master gave me, I am 'Sebastian' at the present." How amusing, that both of their old names were not exactly the real ones.]

It's only the one he gave you for that time. Nothing more.

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Nothing comes to mind in particularly but I hadn't expected something so simple.

[His brow lowers this time with a twitch. Again it was someone deciding something for him. He frowns then]

It was a name he gave me for that time. Then even then that is not my true name.

Maybe we don't even have "true names". Maybe a name is just an affectation. One that's needed for this society, though.

What do you want me to call you?

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