In which Maskwraith makes Faerzen extremely uncomfortable

* silverleaf2431 is now known as Lily_Miller
<yzabtech> ==START==
<yzabtech> You read the scroll.
<yzabtech> You found the truth.
* Faerzen_Norstov sits alone on the meteor, looking around now that the random guy is gone, wary of the horrorterrors' presence
<yzabtech> Do you have anything to say about the scroll?
<Faerzen_Norstov> what he has to say about the scroll is that hes looking around because tentacles
<Faerzen_Norstov> no point in stopping to think about things if youre just going to get grabbed the moment you let your guard down
<yzabtech> Well then.
<yzabtech> The horrorterrors seem to hold themselves back.
<yzabtech> You're still stuck here though.
<yzabtech> ALone.
<yzabtech> Or are you still stuck?
* Faerzen_Norstov puzzles why he would be "stuck"
* Faerzen_Norstov decides to not describe his present circumstances as such until he has empirical or theoretical evidence to support such an arbitrary and externally supposed claim
<yzabtech> You're on the edge of a timeless and spaceless domain in a ring of asteroids.
* Faerzen_Norstov takes a couple of deep breaths to calm herself, reciting a couple of lines of a poem her father enjoyed.
<Faerzen_Norstov> Ikke gå forsiktig inn i det god natt
<Faerzen_Norstov> . Rage, raseri mot den døende av lyset.
* Faerzen_Norstov pulls herself to her feet by floating up off the ground of the asteroid
* Faerzen_Norstov walks around the asteroid to see if there is anything particular of interest
<yzabtech> An abandoned ectobiology lab.
* Faerzen_Norstov wonders if there this was any particular reason why this asteroid was selected over others, or if it was simply happenstance
* Faerzen_Norstov is hesistant to quickly acknowledge coincidence
* Faerzen_Norstov investigates the abandoned building
<yzabtech> It looks normal from the outside. It's very..."blocky" in architecture.
<yzabtech> A brutalist, minimalist style. Small, yet imposing.
* Faerzen_Norstov enters, wondering if GCS or her protptyping choice somehow had some influence over the appearance of the structure
<yzabtech> You see a lone man in a cloak and a mask on the opposite wall.
* Faerzen_Norstov pauses in her tracks, turning to look at the man
<yzabtech> You are both surrounded by machines of various shapes and sizes, glass tubes, and computer consoles.
* You are now known as Maskwraith
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Greetings."
* Maskwraith looks up from the floor.
<Maskwraith> You recognize the mask immediately.
<Maskwraith> You'd recognize it from anywhere.
<Maskwraith> "It's finally happened."
<Maskwraith> "We meet not at the end, but at the beginning. Nobody's entered."
<Maskwraith> "We get to be alone."
<Maskwraith> "Together."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I see even you chose to make an appearance in this temporally retrograde manner."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I cannot say it is surprising."
* Maskwraith chuckles.
* Faerzen_Norstov 's expression changes to a flat, steely one, simultaneously unimpressed, disappointed, and irritated
<Maskwraith> "One thousand, five hundred, fifty-seven."
<Maskwraith> "That's the number of Faerzen's I've murdered, deflowered, and done oh-so-many other unspeakable things to."
<Maskwraith> "Some of me feels shame."
<Maskwraith> "The rest feels lust."
<Maskwraith> "As in desire, as in passion, burning ever brighter, like the color of a red lotus--"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Do you have an intention in mentioning these pieces of information?"
<Maskwraith> "oh, how could I forget him."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "What you regale to me is hardly new information."
<Maskwraith> "How could I forget the man with the suit and the red lotus, who promised me a purpose."
<Maskwraith> "I don't want a purpose, and I don't have any intention, other than to be with you."
<Maskwraith> "One last time."
<Maskwraith> ((crap i should have worded that better))
* Faerzen_Norstov raises an eyebrow
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Is that so?"
<Maskwraith> ((something like "I don't want a purpose, I don't want an intention, I just want you"))
<Maskwraith> "You've never left my mind."
* Maskwraith draws closer.
* Faerzen_Norstov does not move
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Obviously."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I would honestly be more concerned were that not the case."
* Faerzen_Norstov 's mouth turns down ever so slightly in disgust.
<Faerzen_Norstov> ((maswraith theme btw: https://theophany-rmx.bandcamp.com/track/times-end))
* Maskwraith picks up on the subtle expression.
<Maskwraith> "Might you be...uncomfortable?"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "How is it that you even ask such a question? We both know the answer to such an inquiry already. You simply seek to draw attention."
<Maskwraith> "I crave you, not attention."
* Maskwraith draws even closer.
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Just as we both know that piece of information, it is unnecessary for me to communicate to you the present state of alpha!Nick being imprisoned in a comatose state of darkness."
<Maskwraith> "Your bright blue yes, which I see the universe in, and--"
<Maskwraith> eyes*
<Maskwraith> "I'm aware."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I know."
<Maskwraith> Your spectacles' effects kick in.
<Maskwraith> You see...things.
<Maskwraith> Things that shall not be described or the rating gets bumped up to NC-17.
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I know you and your desires."
<Maskwraith> "Haven't I made them obvious?"
<Maskwraith> Maskwraith extends a hand.
<Maskwraith> "I wish to feel your touch once more."
* Faerzen_Norstov keeps her hands by her sides for the time being
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Why?"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I know this already, but I wish to hear the words uttered straight from your own mouth."
<Maskwraith> "Because you're all I've managed to think about."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "You have felt my touch numerous other times in the recent past of your own personal timeline."
<Maskwraith> "You drive me mad with lust, desire, passion, and emotion."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "The incremental marginal increase in utility would be negligible."
<Maskwraith> "An hour, nay, a minute apart feels like an eternity!"
* Faerzen_Norstov makes a very flat expression
<Maskwraith> "And I don't know what to call it."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Cease your melodrama."
<Maskwraith> "And yet it CONSUMES me!"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Clearly."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I presently have no intention of engaging in bodily contact with you at the present. We both know your current desires, abilities, facial attire, and time traveling capabilities."
<Maskwraith> "Of course."
<Maskwraith> "So what's holding us back?"
<Maskwraith> "There's nobody else here, Faerzen."
* Maskwraith draws uncomfortably close.
* Faerzen_Norstov does not move
* Faerzen_Norstov reaches inside her dress and adjusts the control panel
* Faerzen_Norstov changes her attire to the flowing, extravagant black feathered dress
* Faerzen_Norstov changes it again to the long black hooded cloak she wore to Derse
* Faerzen_Norstov returns her appearance to the electric flaming armor
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Do you have a particular preference?"
<Maskwraith> "Oh, the dress won't be necessary."
<Maskwraith> ((smooth af))
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I see. Then you prefer this."
* Faerzen_Norstov changes the dress to the shining white tuxedo that is blindingly radiant like a beacon
<Maskwraith> "OW!"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Now your imagination can at least permit you to speculate on the actual physical appearance or lack thereof of my attire."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Where do you intend to go following this."
<Maskwraith> "I don't know yet."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "You surely have some knowledge of your fate, and the schemes of the beyond."
<Maskwraith> "They intend to use us."
<Maskwraith> "To power their scheme to restore their realm."
<Maskwraith> "I was never interested in such a prospect."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Yes, that is their intention."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "How do you plan to circumvent this course of events?"
<Maskwraith> "Shall we elope to a realm out of their grasp?"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "You already know the answer to that line of inquiry."
<Maskwraith> "How sad."
* Faerzen_Norstov casually brushes her gleaming outfit
<Faerzen_Norstov> "You have yet to respond to my question."
<Maskwraith> "I don't have any grand schemes for such a circumvention."
<Maskwraith> "You were always the planner," Maskwraith remarks, smiling.
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Is that what you wish me to do? Develop a schema with which to extract you from this most undesirable fate you are en route to meet with?"
<Maskwraith> "You wouldn't."
<Maskwraith> "We both know that."
<Maskwraith> "So how about we make these last moments enjoyable for the both of us?"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "How do you propose to endeavor for that to be mutual?"
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Your mind speaks otherwise."
<Maskwraith> "I'm sure you can imply what I'm thinking of."
<Faerzen_Norstov> "Nothing you have suggested or implied thus far would result in mutual enjoyment, you already know that."
<Maskwraith> "Don't deny it."
* Maskwraith leans towards you.
* Faerzen_Norstov tenses her left arm
<Faerzen_Norstov> "I will deny precisely what I wish to, and not what you dictate you believe I ought to."
<Maskwraith> "You probably hate me, but you definitely want me."
<Lily_Miller> "Um..."
<Maskwraith> Twelve: "shhhh!"