GBG Mini: The Pieces Start to Fit

<Darkling> You've been left sitting in Freyja's office alone Wilhelm. The receptionist seemed to think it odd that you had even showed up today.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "..." He stares out the window, hands clasped behind his back.
<Darkling> The door opens and in steps a man in a white suit. Very obviously not Freyja.
Rasia paces outside, given a thick switch to chew on and take out her anxiety.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He turns, eyes narrowing.
<Darkling> He sits down across from you, adjusting some wire thin glasses on his nose, smoothing back his blonde hair. "Hello Wilhelm." He smirks.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "An older clone? An earlier generation?" He speaks aloud, examining you as he moves to sit. "What shall I call you, Mister Faustus?"
<Darkling> "A progenitor of yourself, you could say. Another experiment, one that survived."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He sits down, staring across at his older copy. "What can I do for you then, brother?"
<Darkling> "I'm here to discuss a few things with you, as is Mister Vaettir." He motions to the man standing behind you, quite and poised like a viper.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> And here he was without a weapon. Hrn. "Please do."
<Darkling> "We think maybe you have some questions that you can't bring up with the good Doctor, maybe ones we can answer." He folds his hands in his lap.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Why now?"
<Darkling> "Well, we had to give you time to come up with the questions, try to answer them on your own even. There is also the concern that the Doctor has overstepped her boundaries a few times, and may have pushed you astray from your goals."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "My goals aren't what I've been lead to believe. Rasia, and information on her. SEELE doesn't care about her, do they?"
<Darkling> "Not for the reasons you have believed."
<Darkling> Vaettir slips up behind you, hands running down the leather chair until he's level with your ear. "Ever wonder why we gave you passwords and log ins, yet didn't just grab the information we wanted for ourselves?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "You wanted me to find it, for myself. Like leaving clues." He snorts.
<Darkling> "More or less."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "What exactly is my DNA made up of?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I know two sources for certain."
<Darkling> "You are a conglomerate of genes that battle for survival. Your current mixture of DNA is rather hard to pinpoint, but the original source was that of Freyja's son, which you know of as Grendel."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Why? What I mean is, why was I created in the first place?"
<Darkling> "Why else but the advancement of our race. Can you not say for yourself that you are superior to those around you?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A smirk. Appealing to my ego? "And so Null Drei plays a roll in this advancement as well."
<Darkling> "Of course, you can feel the connection him, can you not?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "What is he?"
<Darkling> "You're quite knowledgeable on the subject of the Aesir and Jotun. What do you think he is?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "He's both."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Or perhaps neither, posing as both."
<Darkling> "You are on the right track. He's also you."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "How is that?"
<Darkling> "After the failure with Grendel to go beyond just normal sync with the pilot, we created Loki with a dose of your DNA, and slowly added his to yours."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Is it really okay to take this news so calmy? "What is SEELE's interest in Rasia Jarah, if any?"
<Darkling> The elder version of yourself looks to Vaettir then back to you. "Even animals have their uses."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "That answer doesn't satisfy my question. If you're here to answer my questions, there's no use being vague."
<Darkling> "She's important to have on your side. In essence, she's almost EI's version of you, albeit less successful in the ways we have succeeded, but she is by far a superior being than most. She needs to be leashed, and you've done a superb job of that without even knowing you had to."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> That...irritated him. "And the others? What roles do they play in this?"
<Darkling> "You could call them lackeys, protectors, guards, whatever you want, until the time comes you no longer need them."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Yes, Corrin was doing a brilliant job of it.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "How was this arranged? Their loyalty to anyone, let alone myself, couldn't be assured." Or could it?
<Darkling> "It is not as if they were picked off the streets and placed to protect you. Well, barring one instance."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "What is Ivy?"
<Darkling> "They were selected because of qualities they possessed or were drilled into them. Their allegiance to you was not necessarily needed. They would work with you as a team because that is what they were told to do."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> How long has this been in planning? The scope..."So what is Ivy? There seem to be some similarities when it comes to...contamination."
<Darkling> "She is close to what you are, yet her contamination comes from birth, not from our on gene cocktail. She is something altogether different from you and meant for another purpose."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "One you won't share."
<Darkling> "It hasn't come to fruition yet, and you shouldn't worry about it. She'll be out of your hair soon enough as it is."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He sits back, only one real question left. "Why was I sent here? Why are Loki and I here?"
<Darkling> The man in white sits back, mimicking you. "You were sent here to become the progenitor of a new era. One where you will be a god, and can shape things as you see fit. A perfect world, in the palm of your hand for the molding."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "As I see fit...or as SEELE sees fit?"
<Darkling> "Do our views differ?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Of course not. They are one in the same, why else would they have sent me?"
 <Darkling> "Then why the question?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I want to know. What happens, in the end, if my view of an ideal world is different from the Old Men? Surely they have some way to keep that from happening."
<Darkling> "Indeed."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> What is it. Tell me. He doesn't say it, but it hangs there.
<Darkling> "Any further inquiries?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "When will it come? Ragnarok." What better name for it?
<Darkling> "That is not quite something we can pinpoint. If you believe the old tales we had three years of winter. We are quickly approaching the end of the second year. Another year maybe? Sooner? Only time will tell."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "The contamination, the mixing of our DNA. How much further will it go?"
<Darkling> A grin spreads across his face. "We're eager to see. All I can say is that you're progressing quite excellently."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "One last question, then. Our-- my mother. Who did the eggs come from?"
<Darkling> "Freyja. She is your mother in that sense."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "And what will happen to her now?"
<Darkling> "She is undergoing constant evaluation. Despite the breaks in her psyche she is still a valuable member of our organization."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A hand runs through his hair. Looks like he's out of questions.
<Darkling> Vaettir walks around the chair you're sitting in standing across from you. His hand enters his suit jacket and pulls out a small caliber gun, pointing it at you. "No other remaining questions then?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "No."
<Darkling> "Good." He flicks the safety on and tosses it to you.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He catches it, examining it. They thought he would need a gun?
<Darkling> "I do suggest using that login I gave you and not letting it go to waste. Knowledge is power after all."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I'll see to it, then."
<Darkling> "You should head downstairs, Freyja is waiting for you in the basement."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He stands, gun vanishing from sight...somewhere. The older Wilhelm gets a last, lingering look before he leaves for the basement.
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<Darkling> Back at the apartment!
Rasia licks her teeth, managing to take up the entire couch.
<Darkling> Ivy is typing away on her tablet, upside down on one of the lounge chairs, feet hanging over the back.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja paces about, something she's been doing more than usual. She's also wearing her overly expensive looking dollish dress she wore on her first day to Berlin... another peculiarity as it had largely been shunned in favor of more practical clothing since her arrival.
Corrin is sitting in one of the other chairs, staring at nothing in particular. Frowning again.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "You ought to become a novelist someday, Ivy."
<Darkling> "I don't think I could write anything that good."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I'd think otherwise with all the typing you do. But maybe a secretary or a researcher would do. Lit thought I would be a good troll researcher."
<Darkling> "I think you would be good at researching, especially if it involved how they are affected by certain guns."
Corrin stops staring and looks around. "Come on, Ivy. Top of the class, remember?"
<Darkling> "But I can't conceive whole worlds in my head."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Very funny, Captain Ivy. There is more to Princess Lahja than just her fondness for firearms. Hmph!" She tilts her head back in a haughty manner.
<Darkling> "Well, you could make art from the splatter marks they make, call it abstract and make lots of money from the rich!"
Rasia growls, climbing off the couch to prowl for her Aryan.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "There is merit in your suggestion. After boosting my already considerable fortune I'll build my own castle."
<Darkling> "Can I come visit your castle?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Visit?" Lahja says as if it were somehow an absurd notion. "That implies you might go elsewhere at some point later. You would never leave my castle full of candy!"
<Corrin> "Look out for bugs." Corrin suggests.
<Darkling> A happy giggle from Ivy.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "The only bugs would be the ones I put in various parts of the castle. They'd keep me informed of everything everyone in the castle was doing. Thus I would know everything and be all powerful."
<Darkling> "Like the ones in our apartment!"
<Darkling> Lit turns, a bit wide eyed in the kitchen.
<Rasia> Unsuccessful, she drops back down in the living room, ripping six little lines in her jeans by clawing at them.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> ",,, what?" Lahja stops dead in her tracks.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> The elevator arrives carrying Aryan cargo.
<Corrin> "Looks like we've already got a castle then." Corrin grins, not getting it yet. "Hi, Rasia."
<Darkling> "There are no bugs in this apartment." Lit states, going back to cooking them dinner.
<Rasia> "Rr!" Wilhelm gets waved at.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "There were no trolls inside the dome." Lahja mutters under her breath.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He lowers his head and makes for the hallway leading to the pilot bedrooms.
<Rasia> "..." A growl, and Rasia pursues. Fucker!
<Darkling> "You can check if you want Lahja, I will even show you. Don't worry, I wouldn't let them bug the apartment."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Hand on his bedroom door his attention turns to the Israeli following him.
<Rasia> She's pouty mad. "Hi." Oh, that's all she's mad about.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Hello." He runs a hand through her hair.
<Rasia> "Problem?" Try not to imagine her with a rictus grin when she says that.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Thank you." Lahja says a little absently. Thinking back on recent events, a bug or a hidden camera might not be an entirely bad thing.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "A few have made themselves know. Nothing I can't handle."
<Rasia> Her frown deepens, but shifts to sympathetic.
<Darkling> "Would you like me to write you a story Lahja?"
<Darkling> Ivy looks up from her tablet at you with a smile.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "That would be nice. Maybe I'll make a story, too."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "How did you end up caring so much about me?" He rests his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. Just a few minutes of not thinking should be fine.
<Rasia> "Rr?" Well the burning heat certainly helps in that regard. Hmmm, Rasia ponders. "Person."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Well, yes, I'm a person. So are the others, to certain degrees. But that's not what she means, is it? "How else would I treat you?" A rhetorical question.
Corrin slumps into the chair, feeling slightly awkward again. Better than frowning at the wall though.
<Rasia> "Animal."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Never." He pats her cheek and steps back.
<Rasia> "Is why."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Maybe it's what they wanted from the start? "I'm...going to bed early. Feel free to eat my portion of dinner."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Why so grumpy, Corrin?"
<Rasia> A gentle bite to his nose. "Come too?"
<Corrin> "I'm not grumpy!" Corrin protests, shooting forwards again like a popped cork.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Eat, I'm not going anywhere. Do we want to hear your stomach all night?" A smile and he returns the affection with a kiss to the tip of her nose instead of a bite.
<Darkling> "You sure you didn't sit on something awkwardly?" Ivy asks.
<Rasia> "Merf." Suddenly her eyes light up, recalling something. She whispers it, just to be sure.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> His cheeks darken with color as he blushes, looking down at his feet. Then he leans in and whispers.
Rasia :3's, and turns around to rejoin the other three, leaving Wilhelm to rest.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He disappears into his room.
Corrin shifts. "Nope. Just thinking." He sits back again.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "The top of the class has spoken, and your movement has spoken louder than your words!" she waves a finger at Corrin in a playfully scolding manner.
<Corrin> "Yeah, well...I'm not grumpy." Corrin retorts weakly, pulling his tablet out from the seat.
<Rasia> "Leash?" Rasia asks.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Leash? Where?" Lahja looks about, then down on the floor. And then she gets down to look under the couch.
<Rasia> She simply looks at Corrin meaningfully.
<Darkling> "I hope it's only a leash and not a noose."
Corrin reluctantly returns the look, then finally just shrugs. "I don't know. What about you?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Alas, Lahja completely misses the look, being too busy peering under the couch. "Yes. A noose is only fit for a goose. Or a moose."
Rasia doesn't have much of an answer either, reflexively scratching at her neck.
<Corrin> "You missed one." Corrin says after a moment, scrambling to change the topic in the sudden silence.
<Rasia> "Rr?"
<Corrin> "What a noose fits." Corrin shrugs.
Rasia touches her lip. Goose, moose...
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Another noose?" Lahja actually laughs at the thought. "Can you imagine that? Two nooses all tangled up trying to hang each other?"
Corrin hadn't been thinking of rhyming. "You could tie a knot?" he suggests.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja sends a flat stare toward Corrin, as if he'd said something mildly inappropriate.
<Darkling> Ivy gets up off the chair. "I'll be working on my story in your room." She flutters her eyes at you Lahja as she skips off.
Corrin just looks baffled at the stare.
Rasia growls at Ivy's back.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja salutes Ivy from her position on the floor, a second or two later in a delayed response. "Good luck, Captain Ivy!"
<Corrin> "Hey. Ivy's a friend." Corrin protests to Rasia. "Yeah, good luck!" he adds more loudly, echoing Lahja.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja doesn't seem to make much of the growling, regarding it as a relatively normal state of affairs. "Not everyone will get along. Maybe she smells funny to Rasia?" She looks to Rasia expectantly.
<Rasia> An affirming nod. That was half the story, anyway.
<Corrin> "It's just..." Corrin starts, then stops.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Yes, Corrin?"
<Corrin> "Back to just four again."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I was trying not to dwell on that. It puts a shadow over what little time we have left." Lahja suddenly gets up off the floor and straightens out her dress.
Rasia cocks her head. 'little'?
Corrin nods glumly, looking at Lahja. "It just doesn't seem right." he blurts.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "It doesn't. It's not fair. I have a lot of things to say about it." Lahja's tone gets a bit irate. "I'm going to go create a creature now." And with that she's off.
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