02-26-2011, 08:59 PM
Sigfried found himself atop a peak, overlooking the ravaged cityscape. Several massive troops transports stood in neat lines in an open field a few hundred meters away as rag-tag soldiers filed into them. A green flag fluttered triumphantly over each, the crow and snake still locked in eternal conflict. These men had fought hard to show the face of the new revolution. They were on this alien world not because they cared about Namek, no they had their chance to leave for that reason the first time. They were here to bring home Earthlings and blight those oppressors back home.
“Resistance to Tyrants Is Obedience to Kai,” that’s what their banner said. The tyranny of a system that didn’t work. The tyranny of the homeless, jobless, the tyranny of not having a place in the world. The repression that came from too many cogs that didn’t fit, spinning endlessly to no end. That is what Sigfried wanted to stop.
Maybe he had created a world where that was possible. Even if he had though, it was time to start living to his own standards. It was time to let the truth bleed out and trickle down into the crevices of his life and his organization so that they might be led with inspiration of Truth.
His weary eyes found the bubblegum pink hair of Victoria in the verdant teal fields of swaying grass. She walked alone, as she so regularly did. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, like she was receiving a hug from the only person that was truly willing to give her one.
A blackbird fluttered it’s wings and landed behind the brightly colored young Hunter, cawing loudly. As she turned, she saw Sigfried standing behind. “Victoria…” His face tugged weakly at the corners of his lips, a weak attempt at a smile. He stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I am so glad you came with us.” His eyes wandered from the floor to her face and up at that clear sky. “It really was an adventure, right?”
She smirked gently and nodded. “You could say that, yeah.” She let out a long sigh and cast her glance through the soil at her feet. “Roy, and now… now Jarka? I just-“
“About Roy, Victoria.” Their gazes found each other and the boy couldn’t help but feel small in her presence.
“What about Roy?” Say said it as though the statement was an assault, protective of her memory of the man already.
He scratched the back of his head as he often did, and tugged at the corners of the bright red hoodie, it’s golden edges darkened by the soot of the battlefield. “Roy… well, he isn’t who you thought he was.”
She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyes brows, angrily looking down to the boy. “What do you mean?”
He threw his hands forward and began to pace in a short line in front of the woman, expressively dictating the explanation. “Roy, well, he’s a person right?” He looked over briefly to the woman as he went through the motions. “But he wasn’t like, a whole person. He was like, a splinter.” He stopped his insane, nervous skittering to look her in the face once more. “A fragment of a greater consciousness.”
“What are you talking about?” Victoria’s patience was dwindling with the topic.
“I made Roy Vic. He’s a part of me.” Sigfried put it as plainly as he could think how. “I… I can take parts of my mind and they split off from me into somebody else. A separate consciousness that can operate on its own, but still linked to me.”
Victoria’s eyes grew wide and she took a step backwards as her arms uncrossed. “No. I don’t believe you.” That terror of the world you knew crumbling around you, it flooded from her eyes. He could see the world warping around in her little head, the weight of reality pressing down upon her. After a few moments of silence, her shoulders dropped, her mouth open slightly in shock.
“Sorry Vic, I just… I really just don’t know what to say.”
A gentle breeze crossed them and the woman’s eyes turned to burning hot coals that flash seared his soul. She looked so injured, so betrayed. “How could you?” Her eyes filled up slightly, taking a step away from who she now must have considered a monster. “Just… How could you?”
“It was never meant to be this way, Victoria.” He stared up into the sky and let the wind move through him, a strange sense of peace coming from the moment of self absolution. “Thinks were never suppose to be so, I don’t know, messy. I knew there would be risks and deaths and hardships. Mothers without sons, children without parents, death. I accepted that, you know? For the better good of the world, I accepted that.” He exhaled slowly and turned his attention to the men and women he had brought here. “But now that I’m here and I can see it? I don’t know if it was worth it. Who can ever know?”
Victoria stood in silence, a look of disappointment that dug so deep it could scarcely be reclaimed. Sigfried didn’t think that she could find the words, but maybe it was that there were none to find. Maybe some people didn’t have anything to add, nothing to blather on about endlessly. They were there, and they were the masters of their own world, and that was all they needed. He admired that.
Sigfried barely noticed her leaving, walking away into the shattered ruins of Ja, his attention turned to the sky, the dreamer dreaming alone once again.
“Resistance to Tyrants Is Obedience to Kai,” that’s what their banner said. The tyranny of a system that didn’t work. The tyranny of the homeless, jobless, the tyranny of not having a place in the world. The repression that came from too many cogs that didn’t fit, spinning endlessly to no end. That is what Sigfried wanted to stop.
Maybe he had created a world where that was possible. Even if he had though, it was time to start living to his own standards. It was time to let the truth bleed out and trickle down into the crevices of his life and his organization so that they might be led with inspiration of Truth.
His weary eyes found the bubblegum pink hair of Victoria in the verdant teal fields of swaying grass. She walked alone, as she so regularly did. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, like she was receiving a hug from the only person that was truly willing to give her one.
A blackbird fluttered it’s wings and landed behind the brightly colored young Hunter, cawing loudly. As she turned, she saw Sigfried standing behind. “Victoria…” His face tugged weakly at the corners of his lips, a weak attempt at a smile. He stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I am so glad you came with us.” His eyes wandered from the floor to her face and up at that clear sky. “It really was an adventure, right?”
She smirked gently and nodded. “You could say that, yeah.” She let out a long sigh and cast her glance through the soil at her feet. “Roy, and now… now Jarka? I just-“
“About Roy, Victoria.” Their gazes found each other and the boy couldn’t help but feel small in her presence.
“What about Roy?” Say said it as though the statement was an assault, protective of her memory of the man already.
He scratched the back of his head as he often did, and tugged at the corners of the bright red hoodie, it’s golden edges darkened by the soot of the battlefield. “Roy… well, he isn’t who you thought he was.”
She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyes brows, angrily looking down to the boy. “What do you mean?”
He threw his hands forward and began to pace in a short line in front of the woman, expressively dictating the explanation. “Roy, well, he’s a person right?” He looked over briefly to the woman as he went through the motions. “But he wasn’t like, a whole person. He was like, a splinter.” He stopped his insane, nervous skittering to look her in the face once more. “A fragment of a greater consciousness.”
“What are you talking about?” Victoria’s patience was dwindling with the topic.
“I made Roy Vic. He’s a part of me.” Sigfried put it as plainly as he could think how. “I… I can take parts of my mind and they split off from me into somebody else. A separate consciousness that can operate on its own, but still linked to me.”
Victoria’s eyes grew wide and she took a step backwards as her arms uncrossed. “No. I don’t believe you.” That terror of the world you knew crumbling around you, it flooded from her eyes. He could see the world warping around in her little head, the weight of reality pressing down upon her. After a few moments of silence, her shoulders dropped, her mouth open slightly in shock.
“Sorry Vic, I just… I really just don’t know what to say.”
A gentle breeze crossed them and the woman’s eyes turned to burning hot coals that flash seared his soul. She looked so injured, so betrayed. “How could you?” Her eyes filled up slightly, taking a step away from who she now must have considered a monster. “Just… How could you?”
“It was never meant to be this way, Victoria.” He stared up into the sky and let the wind move through him, a strange sense of peace coming from the moment of self absolution. “Thinks were never suppose to be so, I don’t know, messy. I knew there would be risks and deaths and hardships. Mothers without sons, children without parents, death. I accepted that, you know? For the better good of the world, I accepted that.” He exhaled slowly and turned his attention to the men and women he had brought here. “But now that I’m here and I can see it? I don’t know if it was worth it. Who can ever know?”
Victoria stood in silence, a look of disappointment that dug so deep it could scarcely be reclaimed. Sigfried didn’t think that she could find the words, but maybe it was that there were none to find. Maybe some people didn’t have anything to add, nothing to blather on about endlessly. They were there, and they were the masters of their own world, and that was all they needed. He admired that.
Sigfried barely noticed her leaving, walking away into the shattered ruins of Ja, his attention turned to the sky, the dreamer dreaming alone once again.
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