WAOA Arena

[Gearhead mk2]

"Well... I'm not forcing this, but if you ever wanna talk, just say, alright? I've dealt with a lotta people, so I can help." Laguna was quiet for a moment, unsure how to ask this next question, then decided on a way. "In fact, I... think we've spoken before."

 

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Dromaeus sprang to his feet, his jaws opening as he began to bellow at Laguna. But no sound came out. The muscles in his jaw twitched as he tried to come up with a retort, but he couldn't find the words. Laguna's point had mimicked his subconscious exactly, though he did not know why. The human did seem familiar, though his memories between his joining the Dark Brotherhood and his arrival in the arena, as well as why his weapons, armour and knowledge of the things he could do were so hazy and infuriatingly lacking. Something had happened, and he could have been battle brothers with this man, found himself a priceless magical set of weapons and armour, and become a jarl in Sovngarde itself for all he knew. But whatever it was, it lay just out of his grasp.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen thought for a moment. [color=bb0066] "It would depend on how the revival system worked. I'm pretty sure it would only deal with restoring the physical condition of the dead opponent, so memories would be fair game to be messed with. The only way to know for sure would be to have someone willingly test it... but that surely won't happen." [/color]

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Laguna flinched when Drom stood and began to yell, but when no sound came out, he relaxed. He was quiet for a moment, watching Drom in case he moved. "Uh... dude? Are you allright? Should I go get a doctor or something?"

 

[Slenn]

EMily tapped the one-eyed man on the shoulder.
<color=blue>"Excuse me. I did apologize." She blinked twice.

 

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"I don't know. Like I say, they still have to deal with the person's personality." James said. He stopped and considered what Carmen had said.

"Hmm... can you feed selectively? I mean, take certain memories from a person, and leave others? Memories that invoke a particular emotion, or even a specific memory of a person or event?"

When LAguna spoke again, Dromaeus came back to himself.

"I am fine. I just... do not remember a time in which we could have met before."

 

[Drakmorg]

@Slenn: Sorry. I assumed nobody was going to respond so I left for a bit.

The one-eyed man opened his eye and looked at EMily, raising his eyebrow at her attire. Resuming a neutral face once again, he glanced forward at the wall and said, "So you did. I am afraid I do not understand what you feel about Ozma's showing yesterday is requiring of forgiveness however."

 

[Slenn]

<color=blue>"You said it yourself that she was a novice in some respects. I've only seen her once on the battlefield. So she is most likely learning. And in some of the same ways, I forgive you as well for your apology."

<color=blue>"But maybe we could try and make our first encounter friendly, instead of hostile?" She chimed in with a welcoming smile towards Dromaeus.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen nodded with a small smile. [color=bb0066] "Yes, which is precisely why I offered to help that cat woman. To explain, imagine that the memories in your mind are floating blocks. When I feed or offer to erase memories, I can open these boxes to view what's in them and subsequently consume the ones requested and all the resulting emotions that came along with it. Eating a bad memory may make someone happier... and vice versa. Just remember that those memories aren't replaced at all, leaving that person's memory slightly fuzzy at best." [/color]

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Right..." Laguna seemed skeptical, what with the lizard-man's brain breaking for a second. "Well, if any bells do ring, say so, allright?"

 

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James grinned.

Well now, that doesn't sound too bad. I always thought that a succubus was something that drained its victims dry and left them as lifeless husks, just like vampires from the old stories, back when vampires were actually interesting monsters. Sorry for the assumptions."

Dromaeus hissed again, this time longer and lower than when he had snapped at Laguna.

"Why are you both so damned persistant? I have no desire to be 'friendly' with any human. I would not even speak with one unless I had no reasonable choice. What makes you think I wish to forgive a life of slavery and humiliation just because I must spend time with a gathering of perfumed dandies who have never had to bear the burdens of those who consider themselves above them?" He said to EMily, voice dripping in spite.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen shook her head a bit. [color=bb0066] "To be honest, that's how many energy drains end up. Since I'm somewhat powerful for my race, I don't need to completely drain or erase my opponent's minds to sustain myself. However, if I were to be damaged quite a lot, I wouldn't be above doing that. Even if there are revival machines, I'd rather not have to use them." [/color]

 

[Drakmorg]

"Your apology is accepted. As you were." The one-eyed man curtly replied to EMily.

 

[Slenn]

<color=blue>"Thank you." She closed her eyes and curtseyed before turning back to Drom.

Despite the fact that he hissed at her with some venom, EMily remained calm.
<color=blue>"Well, to be perfectly frank, I never knew until a few minutes ago that you might hate humans. But I will not blame you for behaving this way towards me, since the humans you were in contact with viewed you with terrible disposition. I never knew about your history until just now. And if I never asked, I would never have known. But now that I do, I now have a better picture of you. I've met many other interesting intelligent creatures such as yourself, so that's why I approached you the way I did. So if you wish to bark at me in spite, feel free. But for the record, do you know anything about my nature or Laguna's even though you've never seen us before?"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Laguna shrugged. "I like helping people. And you, man, seem like you need a lotta help. Besides, I've had some trouble remembering stuff since I got here, and I suspect you do too. If we have met, wouldn't you wanna know?"

 

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"By using the machines, you can restore yourself without having to murder someone else completely pointlessly." James pointed out. "I see how you might be forced to do that outside this arena, but here it would be the difference between a relatively consequence free sparring match, and a duel to the death! Why cross that line if you were fighting someone who didn't deserve that end?"

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen sighed a bit and shook her head. [color=bb0066] "True, but I tend to lose myself when a battle goes on for too long. It's another trait of mine that resulted from being in the world I'm in, and it's been very hard to shake it off through the decades. I don't wish mindless servitude on anyone really... aside from a few people who are nothing but scourges to all existence... but I can't help it if I've lost my reason myself..." [/color] She looked at James with somewhat jaded eyes. [color=bb0066] "Fighting is a dangerous thing to get addicted to..." [/color]

 

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Dromaeus thought for just a moment before replying.

"If we have met at all, then it was most likely as a result of me dragging you out of a carriage and robbing you." He said to Laguna. "Or perhaps you once considered buying me from the Imperial landlord who owned me when I was too young to remember you. We certainly have never worked together or drank together. You are clearly not the sort to walk among bandits, assassins or escaped slaves." Then he turned to EMily.

"What must I know? There are three kinds of people among the mortals of Tamriel. Those who would use their wealth or power to crush others beneath their bootheel, those who have been crushed, and those who have thrown down their oppressors, but have not yet properly reversed the role. You are clearly not one of the downtrodden, this much I can see."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Look, I don't remember that much, but I'm fairly certain I'd remember where I come from. And I've never heard of Tamriel, people use trains instead of carriages, I've worked with mercenarys, and there's no slave trade. I don't think we're even from the same reality."

 

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Carmen would see her nature reflected to a great degree in James as he looked back at her.

"I hear you." He sighed. "I try to follow a code, try to live by some morality, but the truth is that I've seen so much shit, done so much... I don't know if I'm just fooling myself. The vast majority of the last decade I've just been putting down ghouls. Walking, mindless sacks of rotting meat. But all too often I've had to drop some asshole who had a gun on me, or my family, or more lately my division. I can justify those guys, but worse than that, I've had to put down some poor bastard whose only crime was to let his guard down and get bitten. I even had to shoot..." At this he stopped and shook his head, not continuing afterwards.