William is old, old, old, thousands of years of Strange worked up inside him, complex systems spoiling and feverish in his system. He twines his hands in amongst your hair, kissing it. In his mouth, the teeth go all the way back, forever "So. Morgan, Squeak, System. What would _you_ do with Camilla, lovely Tiskel?"
Camilla has arrived.
William is crouched near Tiskel, fingers twined into his hair...did he just say Camilla's name?
Tiskel grins as he looks to Camilla and says. "Oh.... I don't know my dear William, I do not know. Hello Camilla. What brings you to our domain?" He says with a soft smile, taking a deep breath in as he holds his arms about William, the air tained with William's blood and warm ozone.
Camilla has hir hands in hir sleeves, hir eyes darting around nervously. "I was under the impression William was looking for me."
William is bleeding, bright gashes down his back, his blood on Tiskel's claws. He clings to the dark skinned one, then rises "I was, I came in and saw Besax lead you away, Camilla. Come sit here - I'm very worried. You do know what he does?"
Tiskel nods slowly as he says. "Yes. You apparently were with Besax. Its not very wise to make deals with devils, Camilla."
Camilla says, "I'm well aware what he does. I've ... been a witness."
William's voice is soft "Come sit here. What did he say to you?"
Tiskel quietly sits down as well, seeming rather concerned himself, but also relaxed. Curious state for him to be in, a single arm against William's shoulder.
Camilla says, "Nothing of consequence. William, why are you bleeding?"
William pauses, then looks at Tiskel and strokes a hand down his arm, the one that is free "Do you mean why was it done or why am I..." The question gives him pause "The former I cannot answer, that is up to Tiskel. I am bleeding because he touched me." He smiles, but his eyes are sad "Besax never says nothing of consequence."
Tiskel nods slowly as he smiles for a moment, endearingly to William then nods solmenly to the comment about Besax. "As this may seem like the pot calling the kettle black, Besax is dangerous Camilla. Far more so then us." Camilla says, "Yes, yes. You're all monsters, this is a place of monsters, and you all dance under the red moon with your cheeks bent back so that the gullet can be seen."
William says reproachfully "I am not a monster."
Tiskel shakes his head quietly as he gives William's cheek a soft kiss. "Camilla, you fear us without attempting to understand us. You yourself must admit that love is painful at times, no?" He asks, voice silken with song like quality. "Our pain is obvious, we learn to treasure it and find it endearing. It is not such a terrible thing. But Besax... No... Besax is something else. Our injuries heal. His do not. He ruins all he touches. "
William says softly "He'll really hurt you, and then I will be sad." At the kiss, his eyes brighten, bloody, before he leans back against Tiskel "Besax wishes everything to be giving up of itself into him. He is the epitome of true banality."
Camilla says, "Tiskel has already hurt me. He has threatened to hurt me again. Does THAT make you sad?"
William says "You don't look hurt to me. Besax would breed you until you birthed true monsters. Will you try and hurt Camilla, Tiskel?" His face cranes up.
Tiskel murmurs softly. "No lasting harm, dear Camilla. And no, no longer. I have what I asked her nicely for. Then not so nicely. " he says, fingers caressing William's cheek, pressing a soft kiss after. "I told you Camilla, as long as you cooperated, we could even be friends."
Camilla says, "You have a curious definition of 'friend', Tiskel."
William closes his eyes lazily at the touch, before saying "That feels good." His eyes slide open, fix on Camilla's "We care for your welfare - friendship is a simple thing. Easily returned."
Tiskel says in lilting tone. "What? You hated me. You always did. For no solid reason. And I showed you that I care about you... and you spurn me still? Camilla, my dear, I honestly and ernestly do like you. I wouldn't be so nice to you if I didn't. " He says with a warm smile, saying. "I could have had something unpleasent in the box instead of pleasent for you. "
Camilla's mouth squinches to the side, eyes glaring. "I choose to accept your friendship then. Good evening to you both."
Tiskel nods slowly as he says. "That pleases me. Be well Camilla then. And safe journy home."
William stands up and says "May I have a goodnight kiss?"
William gestures to himself "Best not to touch my back, of course.
Camilla says, "I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship, William."
Camilla turns and walks off.
Camilla has left.
William blinks "I wonder which of us she is more threatened by. I suspect you, naturally, but still..." He sighs faintly.
Tiskel nods slowly, arms around your sides. "I suppose. I do not understand it myself. You saw... I tried to be nice. I tried offering gifts and playing their game. And she still does not like me. But I endure. For you, my dear. " He smiles and says. "What were your plans for her?"
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Frostbyte.
William sighs "She is so diffident. I think she needs to feel something real. She wears a shell, I am tired of it. Yes. It's all very troublesome. I do wish people could be sensible. And you're very kind to me." William is sitting with Tiskel, back opened and bleeding from a claw swipe. He thinks "It is all such a terrible chore. She should _enjoy_ hirself. Perhaps I will make her."
Frostbyte steps out, armored, glistening, like pearls in the moonlight - perhaps visible from your location, perhaps not, but he's lookinf for something, most likely you-two.
Tiskel nods and smiles. "Perhaps... Perhaps indeed. " He murmurs, not looking up as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to William's throat... it transforming into a bite, a loving peircing of sharp fangs and neck, suckling lightly as their medium inter mingles. If he is aware of Frostbyte, its not obvious, a soft moan in his throat as flesh fingers explore the deep cuts in William's back. His mechanical arm then baths warming purple light upon William.
William is easy to find - pheremones in the air, light...he's bleeding and leaving an easy trail for something with a half-sensative nose. No armour or weapons. Unless you count the same sort Frostbyte has - hidden things. William hisses, helpless, as his throat is opened, and claws at the ground a moment before his hands find Tiskel and clutch - far too hard. Piercing. He tries to speak, though it must be near impossible "I-"
Frostbyte begins to find your location, and wanders towards it, slow and near hesitant, his armor blisteringly thick and opaque. Finally, he meanders in to view, easy to see, perhaps easy to ignore...
William certainly does not see, not immediately. Most of the time, he probably would, keen eared and cautious. But the other StrangeHost is a complete distraction. Frostbyte just watches, for now. Quiet. Looming.
Tiskel's body tenses, a soft hiss of pleasure and pain mingling... his arms holding William in a similar clutch, almost crushing as his lips part.. wetted with William's blood, licking his lips as he says, just above a whisper. "And hedge hog Frostybte, our friend... To what do we owe the pleasure?" He asks... warm breath tickling Willam's throat, still not watching the weapon.
Frostbyte's voice echoes through soft, humming anti-memetic filters. "I just want to talk."
William tenses slightly. His tail curls up, over his shoulders, protectingly. Then he pulls his head back - even though it means Tiskel might tear him more. William considers "He's shielded," he says, old creature keen "Talk, Frostbyte. You are a good friend."
Frostbyte is statuesque for a moment. "I'm about sorry about earlier. Anger and lust make me... a little crazy.
Tiskel nods slowly as his fingers caress along William's cheek, watching Frost with a smile. "Oh, no worries Frostbyte..I enjoyed it. I haven't been torn asunder like that since Atazael and I shared a few deaths. It was sweet. A proper climax to a number of things. "
William blinks and then sits upright, entirely, before reclining, examining the warrior. His body leaks dark red as Tiskel touches him, before he says "Your apology is more than accepted. Few people bother - it's quite a unique occurance. Fewer things still are unique."
Frostbyte moves forward, and touches William's hand. "I was afraid for you. And... of losing you. Because..."
Frostbyte says, "I've fallen in love with you, William. With those wide, innocent eyes, your curiosity, your... your need for me."
Frostbyte says, "And now... I hardly know what you are now. I feel like I've lost you."
Tiskel shakes his head, touching along Frost's arm,t eh one not touching William's hand, soft and soothing as he says. "Oh Frostbyte, its not so bad. This is the real William. The truth. Veritas. Not the mask, the past... Its all still there... of course. Our persona are something important. But this is how we are, in our core, Frostbyte. And there is no need to mourn lost love."
Frostbyte looks to Tiskel. "I don't trust you, Tiskel. You lied so much to me, to so many others." William's skin is cold. Dead, really - that heart does not beat. He says "Oh. Now that is another new thing, what did I say to you when first we met? I was playing a game. One, two...three...pretend and turn and never touch. Correct?" His eyes still look innocent. But they are different. No more calculated than camoflague, but still present
"This is me, I, as Tiskel says. You've met me before. I am sorry you were hurt - you near broke my heart." Frostbyte's quills wilt. "I... I didn't mean to. I didn't... know. What did I do, to you...?" He rubs William's hand softly, looking down a bit.
Tiskel shakes his head. "I only lied to William. I am not a priest from Ethiopia. I am.. perhaps unique in my honesty, in a sense. I mean no harm to William, I never did. " he murmurs, arms, mechanical, biological curling about William. "Frostbyte, its not nessicary now though. We can more then happily love now. The real William . Not the mask, the game. But the essence. Which is so much better."
William takes Frostbyte's hand, the gesture comforting, before his fingers tense "That is right. You lied to me," he says to Tiskel slowly. William licks his teeth thoughtfully "You did."
Frostbyte looks to Tiskel. "You lied to William. I have not lied to him. Ever."
Frostbyte's quills arc up, quivering softly.
Frostbyte says, "If you wanted him back, you could have told the truth."
Tiskel licks his teeth, still wet with blood as he says. " Oh yes.. that would have worked so well. Dear William, I want to place the demons back into your head. I hope you don't mind. No... It had to be done this way. And I was honest wtih everyone else. Grayzero knew. In detail. I told her extaly what I intednded to do."
Frostbyte says, "Curious. Do you mock the truth with your words? Or is that what you did - put demons in his head?"
William shakes himself free from both for a moment, obviously trying to think. He breathes in, useless air, then says "He..." William considers matters, then says "Grayzero knew?" His tail flicks, deadly tip arcing "Did she now?"
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Hydra/Gamma.
Frostbyte says, "William is BRILLIANT, Tiskel. He takes to new knowledge like a lover to lovers. He could have comprehended you, what you truly were - in all your baroque and bloody glory."
Frostbyte says, "But you couldn't have that, could you? Because you knew that if you ever allowed him to learn enough to understand who and what you were, you would never be able to have him."
Atazael steps from a decaying chapel window down outside stairs crumbling beneath feet wings shattered tattered stripes fluttering behind her
Tiskel smiles softly as he says. "Grayzero did know. In detail. We talked several times. And perhaps. Frostbyte... The thought of lossing William nearly destroyed you. For me it would be far worse, he being my Sire, my Genesis. " He folds his arms on his lap as he seems.. slightly uncomfortable now.
William frowns "Be quiet, chattering - in my head, there's so many voices, and all three of them are saying nothing but nonsense. What is this that GrayZero knew? She knew, you -" A gesture to Tiskel "Lied to me," to himself "And then, the lie touched him. So she started it?" StrangeLogic. William's tail uncurls, before he says "The Lady is here. One can scarce think through the noise. Let us begin again. Tiskel is my son. Father Tiskel. Frostbyte is my..." Suddenly, William frowns.
Atazael says, "Frostbyte thy catamite"
Frostbyte looks to Tiskel quietly. "You don't love him," he says sadly. "I wish you did."
Frostbyte says, "Join us, Tiskel. Do not hide in the dark of Strange, and clutch William to your tattered breast."
Frostbyte says, "He is so bright, so clever. He could love you, honestly, if you let him."
Frostbyte's armor sublimates away, layer by layer.
Tiskel looks at Frostbyte with a very grim look. "I love him with all my being. Without him, I am very litteraly nothing. And he does love me. It is not my fault that you fell in love with a mask. An imagine. A falsehood. A lie. I strived for the truth. " He says, on defensive now, arm, mechanical, tensing hard.
Frostbyte says, "You can't HANDLE the truth."
Frostbyte says, "The truth, Tiskel, is that it doesn't MATTER what's real and what's not! You of all people should know that!"
Hydra/Gamma looks around, then curiously queries, "Would you dodge if I spewed blood at you?" to everyone.
Frostbyte says, "Who cares if it was a falsehood, a lie? It was his! It was alive and vivid."
Camilla has arrived.
Frostbyte says, "You couldn't let him have that. You couldn't handle him having something besides you."
Atazael says, "I would bathe in your blood, little girl of Hydra."
Frostbyte says, "If you love someone... you set them free."
Camilla slinks quietly out of the library, staying behind the strange columns.
Frostbyte says, "So. I'll go now. If William wants to stay with you... So be it."
William says tiredly "More lies." Whatever that means. A glance at Gamma "No." He does look at Atazael, one of the few to address him directly "Frostbyte tastes sweet. Tiskel tastes like blood. Frostbyte is full of numbers, planets, atoms, and an attempt to render mild addiction through ecstasy. Tiskel is full of silver and fucked it into me...hmm. There's no decision to be made here. Stop pretending. You are all in Strange. Frostbyte. Come here."
Frostbyte turns to William, looking at him with an unbearable trust, the last of his armor melting away.
Frostbyte steps up to William.
Tiskel smiles sweetly suddenly, enjoing this as he folds his arms. "You have lost Frostbyte. Simply put. " He says in calm and walks over to William's side once more. He does taste like blood. Smells like it, as he gazes to Frostbyte. "Honestly I do not dislike you Frostbyte. Or you Camilla. William can love all and be loved by all. But... you are both so very jealous of me. It makes no sense. None."
Hydra/Gamma considers, then opens up a hollow within the ground with a simple gesture. "Okay. Come here. Atazael."
Camilla crosses the square quickly, claws clicking on the ground. "I'm not jealous of you."
Tiskel says in the tone that a mother would use explaining to her child that fire is hot. "Yes... Yes you are. " In a simple tone. "Your anger, your crossness give you away dear Camilla. Thou doth protest too much. "
William puts his arms around Frostbyte and leans in to kiss him, effortlessly gentle. Arms around him. The arms do not let go. He hears what Camilla says, but his eyes slide towards him. Italian ripples out.
Atazael laughs, passing through the knot tied about WIlliam like ancient ghost not quite touching anyone to fall into Gamma's hole with an awkward thud "Meaning passion love death begone," she chuckles. Frostbyte kisses back, his whole body relaxing, a great tension released as he embraces with a joyful little moan of relief.
Tiskel slips behind William, caressing his back, soothing the deep cuts with a gentle salve of silver liquid which flows from his finger tips like spiders web from spinnerettes.
Camilla walks right up to Tiskel, to stare into his eyes, arms length away. "Then let my actions speak louder than my words." Hir mane flares out. "Frostbyte, destroy him."
Camilla changes color to shining gold.
Hydra/Gamma quietly and simply squeezes out a sickly blood-silver mix, pouring rapidly upon that hole. Blood-flood.
William hisses slightly, wounds soothed by Tiskel's action, holding Frostbyte terribly close, despite the change in Camilla - which does not surprise him in the least. William holds himself next to both lovers.
Frostbyte completely ignores Camilla's request. He just kisses William. His armor his gone, and not missed, not now. His fingertips slide smooth through William's hair, caressing the smooth flesh.
Atazael sits up through the stream squinting "Not enough blood Never enough blood" hand grasps shimmering air slashing instantiated knife through Hydra down across gouging tattered strands of wings flowing behind butterfly's motions
Tiskel's arms brush along Frostbyte's, gentle, soothing, his soft kin snice like silk and satin, perfect... keeping William in the middle of his affections, kissing his lover's neck, brushing the horns upon his brow like it were a crown of gold. He says quietly to Camilla, not looking to here. "Camilla, join us. Love William. Please... No need for wanton destruction yet, that is for later. This is the foreplay. The destruction is the climax."
Camilla takes advantage of Tiskel's bow to withdraw hir arm from hir sleeve, revealing a long stiletto knife. "No, it ends here."
Frostbyte's eyes glance up to Camilla.
William opens liquid eyes and glances back at the weapon "This is your choice. You can have exactly what his just and true. Right now, even. But there's a price." He holds onto Frostbyte, and returns kisses, lovingly, before murmuring "The question is just what you are willing to pay." Then, at the touch on his horns, William's words become mindless, simply pleasurable. In tune with the blood in the background, being provided.
Frostbyte embraces William softly, somewhat protectively. He looks down to William, then to Tiskel.
Hydra/Gamma bursts out a torrent of flood, even as she calmly plays something like upon an invisible windinstrument. Piping up an instrumental accompaniment to the rapid overflowing of that hole-in-the-ground she has given to Atazael.
Frostbyte says, "You can't kill him, not with a knife."
Tiskel kisses William's neck with a soft touch, lifting his fingers as he whispers. "One moment my lovers. I must talk with Camilla. " He turns tof ace Camilla, looking to the knife and says. "Sosael has done it better. " Simply put, removing a box from his pocket, opening it.. a low grade gamma flood starting around him. "Camilla, Camilla, my dear dragoness. You threaten me in my home... When I already swore that if you tried to come between me and my love, I would destroy you. "
Frostbyte blinks, and picks up William. "Get behind me!"
"You can no more destroy me than I can destroy you. Someone only dies if they want to die." And with that, Camilla plunges the knife into William's bloody back, before Frostbyte can move.
Frostbyte reaches out for Camilla with an instant white hate, gripping her at the wrist as she pulls the blade out. "You can't kill him with knives either," he hisses.
Hydra/Gamma placidly plays a background song to all this.
Hydra/Gamma grates, "All this idiotic bluster and botched killings."
William blinks, and then blinks again. His hands flail at his back before he sways "Oh, now that is all wrong!"
Atazael laughs, gurgling at times as the blood fills her mouth.
Camilla meets Frostbyte's gaze, calculatingly. "Then why do you intercede?"
Frostbyte says, "Because you can hurt him with knives, and he's been hurt enough."
William says unclearly, blood spattering on his mouth "Using _that_ knife was extremely unfair! I call for a referee recall! Redecision!"
William adds "Fucking Besax-"
Frostbyte says, "Tiskel! Heal him, by Ares!"
Camilla says, "I'd hate to think I was given an inferior blade..."
Hydra/Gamma suddenly yells, "What do you think you call killing? This is killing!" And, then, she pipes a pure note of annihilation, causing a spray of blood and Atazael-pieces high up into the sky.
Hydra/Gamma grates, "Stupid botchy amateurs."
Tiskel quietly walks up behind Camilla, drawing out a pretty necklace, a very nice one, crafted of the finest silver and uranium that can be instantiated, drawing the thing around the distracted dragoness's neck, swift, fluid, a graceful thing. HE glances to the knife and says. "Oh, that knife. No matter Camilla. I win. William, sweet William. " He says, leaning over around to craddle the fallen child, smiling still. " You will die.. I can not heal this wound. But you are safe. I cheated. Cheated poor confused Camilla of her murder."
Atazael's surprised head lands on the ground, frozen in a wild laugh. Blood rains down.
William sinks to his knees, spattered by fragments of Atazael, and says "This is all getting very unclean! I despise...being unclean. I always have. Besax is...banal. I have always -" He is choking faster now, and finally he tries to work out what Tiskel means, eyes closing "Mmm...I had _plans_..." William mourns slowly. His tail beats.
Camilla closes hir eyes, holding hir head high as the necklace is put around hir neck.
Frostbyte pauses for an instant. Then he twists, moves with his warrior's grace, sweeps away the necklace, loops it about Tiskel's neck. Severs his head.
Frostbyte looks to William, frantic. "I won't let you die. Not even like this."
Frostbyte says, "I owe you that much."
Frostbyte's gauntlet's shudder in to being, and he presses them to William's chest, examining the wound...
Tiskel brushes Williams cheek as he says. "William, be a dear.. " his head continues, lopped off, laying at his side... A spurt of silver pretty, showering William. " Of course Frostbyte. Of course... Anyway it matters not. " He says, picking up his head... YEs, another Shakespeare reference. "LIke I said, I cheated. William is part of me. You can not seperate us."
William says "I am _extremely_ sorry, but I fear I have to leave now." He gives both Frostbyte and Tiskel rather sad smiles "I always said Besax was a simple..." And then, simply, that is it.
"You're going to be okay," mutters Frost desperately, searching for the line of that stab, checking what organs are mangled, which need to be somehow replaced - then it's too late.
Frostbyte's armor begins to shunt back in to being.
Camilla scoops up the knife and wanders over to Atazael, nailing her head to the floor with it.
Frostbyte turns towards Tiskel with a truly _appropriate_, aesthetically, white hot hate.
Frostbyte says, "You let him die."
Frostbyte says, "She killed him. You let him die."
Frostbyte stands, turns around, his armor grinding in to totality as he does so.
Tiskel quietly places his head back upon his shoulders, silver looping in again, solidifying as he says. "William, alas.. my love. " He bows his head and touchs his machine arm... "One moment... One moment Frost... Trust me on this. I just... Updated William's backup."
Frostbyte says, "I'll cure him. I'll cure him, ARES DAMN YOU."
Atazael giggles from the shadows coming back through secret ways from her point of rebirth to see the show
Atazael blinks at a sudden weight of extravagant dragon shrugs bends to kiss Camilla nipping fragile moustache-tendrils with savage teeth
William has disconnected.
Tiskel touches Frostbyte's arm. "I can't help the wound Besax causes. I know it intimately. There's nothing. BUt William, our love William is safe. In time. Frostbyte, no worries. None at all. " He looks to Camilla. "And you... murdering bitch. I know what to do with you." He says, cold, dead, hateful. Pacing closer, machine arm gearing up for something, horrific glint and gleam from it. "I have something special for you."
Frostbyte stares at Tiskel, impotent - restrained by reason. Nothing he does can un-kill William. Nothing he does can harm Tiskel.
But he can hurt Camilla. A lot.
Should he? There's the question...
Frostbyte says, "Tiskel... Don't."
Frostbyte says, "I wan't to know why."
Frostbyte says, "I don't know why she stabbed him. And I can't stand it."
Frostbyte says, "I have to know why."
Atazael grins holding Camilla pale slim hands strong bands of steel around arms hands caressing her claws down her body "You love her Tiskel. Show her. Show her with knives with beam-scalpels with agonizing decay."
Camilla winces at Atazael's embrace, and sighs.
Camilla says, "Gracious, I have no intention of staying here. I'm leaving."
Frostbyte says, "I will kill you instantly if you try."
Frostbyte says, "And I will kill you every day, until Besax dies of sorrow at your suffering."
Hydra/Gamma grates, "All this violence without art."
Tiskel braces his arm, the machine gleaming, as he trains it on Camilla. "She's jealous. She's in pain. She wants her little Jack Paper back. And no.. No Atazael. I do not love her and I shall not show her pain. " He then releases the beam. Microwave Laser, powerful, casscading radiation, in a focused beam. It'd kill just about any biological entity. But Camilla? No. Not her. It sholdn't even hurt.
Atazael says, "Frostbyte, you are too good to him."
Camilla boggles, actually. A microwave laser is actually kind of tickling. :,
Tiskel is doing that on purpose, mixing... a few more interesting flavors of wavelengths in. Gamma, of course. Nice, focused releases of beta and alpha particles, a delcious blend of some select radio waves high and low scale. Its a massive outburst. LIke a shot of heroin for Camilla, most likely by his calculations.
Camilla bets that's not good to Atazael, though.
Tiskel would figure yes, Atazael would probably be flash fried.
Atazael smells very very very inviting though a bit crisped.
Camilla blinks, as hir own robe is totally shredded, leaving only the golden, shiny flesh behind. "Tiskel, you embarrass yourself. You know nothing about me."
Frostbyte says, "On the contrary. He knows quite a bit."
Camilla takes advantage of the lack of physical restraints to step through the mirror.
Camilla touches the transit mirror and vanishes.
Frostbyte says, "Tiskel, would you mind, terribly, if I annihilated you and the surrounding area in a fit of rage?"
Tiskel shrugs slowly, meandering over to the fired Atazael... sitting down as he says. "No, Frostbyte, I wouldn't mind. Just wait until after I eat?"
Hydra/Gamma grates, "Frostbyte, I strongly know you would know how to properly annhiliate in a fit of rage."
Atazael doesn't have much flesh on her, to be honest. Muscle and chitin and gristle and hate and history are her. Internals are a soup of half-dysfunction so much of her simply simulations by mirrormedium...
Frostbyte says, "....I'll take that as a compliment."
Frostbyte says, "Then it hsould be perfectly safe for you to sit here and wait for me to try."
Hydra/Gamma snorts. "'Safety'."
Tiskel quietly breaks off one of Atazael's arms, taking a delicate nibble of the butterfly's flesh, still crunchy. He savors it, the slight bit of muscle, chittin and gristle... quietly consuming as he then rests. "You may start Frostbyte. "
Frostbyte shrieks, slams his fists in to the ground, and converts himself to antimatter.
Annihilation ensues.
Limited annihilation, of course.
It's pretty good.
"I've seen better," she of short hair comments, watching from above. "Not bad for an infant. He hath the desire if not the refinement."
"The desire counts for a lot," states another abiding force. "He could become a being of some tragedy, with proper guidance."
A minature sprout forms within the crater... expanding speedily into a Gamma. Another snort. "If he keeps thinking pure emotion is sufficient, though, he'll never grow."
Tiskel relaxes back after the atomized bits of silver start to colesce again, gathering up as he murmurs. "He has promise. Lots of energy, of course. " He murmurs, just a head for now.. body slowly forming still. "YEs... Well, There already is one though. Where is your Strange counterpart Frost? I saw him earlier, pandering to that fox.."
A nod. "He needs more horrors. More memories to hide from." She runs her hand through her hair, pushing it back then smoothing it down. "Oh. The dance resumes. Where have I put my mask? Ah."
Tiskel's form gathers up once more, filling out, both arms forming again, mechanical and biological, fitting around together to create him once more, breathing heavily as he says. "Ahh... Anyway.. Frostbyte... Shall I show you how its done then? May I please destroy you in a showing of good will and mutral affection?" He smiles wickedly.
Frostbyte has disconnected.
Tiskel bows his head and settles back, resting against the fountain, caressing the center peice, the statue, catching his hand on a curved hook and tearing darkflesh from it as he says. "Must I always be vexed with annoyances like this? Camilla didn't even have grace or style. No artistry at all. She didn't even work hard at it. "