Undying
02-20-2008, 05:50 PM
Events preceding the Silent Noise
"It's been a while, Jar-Jar, my Akuma <3," the Earl's sing-song voice echoed as Jarlaxle stepped into the Earl's world. It had indeed been a while since he was here, not only he hated this place, but also he had no profit from being here. Lately, however... his powers were growing, and he felt he was changing.
Very much unlike other Akuma, shrewd Jarlaxle studied every aspect of his evolution for a long time now. Knowing that he may lose his ability to "resist" the Earl - becoming impossibly loyal to that fatass was an insult.
"Indeed it has, milord, the Earl of Millennium." He said with a bow. As always, Jarlaxle was polite and respectful to the Earl, not wishing to incur the wrath of his creator - his god.
"Awww, there is not need to be so polite~," the Earl cackled in return, "just call me Earl-tama!"
"Of course, milord, the Earl of Millennium." This was a usual ceremony between them, him being polite, the Earl asking for less politeness, and nothing changing.
The Earl giggled. "Well then, my little Jar-Jar, you surely have something to tell me, no? You and that Yase Makato child were doing most excellent work - you nearly killed several Exorcists and did very well attacking the Asia branch - although they managed to defend rather well.
Jarlaxle narrowed his eyes. There was something in this chatter. The Earl seemed... displeased. Not with him, it was as though the Earl was angry about a family member. A Noah, incurring the wrath of the Earl? Strange.
"If you do not mind, milord, I would like to leave."
"Ah yes, about that~," the Earl half sang, "you are somehow deterring your e-vo-lu-tion~!"
Jarlaxle nearly blanched at that. How did that fat fool know?
"I..." he began, for the first time at a loss for words.
"Ah, it's fine~," the Earl hopped around gaily, sliding it over. "You're here to evolve, aren't you?"
Jarlaxle didn't bother answering the obvious.
"Ok then~".
After he finally managed to slip into a lonelier and darker dimension, Jarlaxle, sat down and gone over his options. Holding the evolution for any lengthy amount of time was out of the question, he could feel the changes already. His form was altering, slowly and surely. If he let it, he would transform... into what?
His studies indicated that the transformation had two options. Most often, the level 3's, while maintaining their previous personalities, turned extremely sadistic to the point of stupidity. While their power was formidable enough to overpower most common Exorcists and spells - VERY few beside the Generals could effectively battle against a level 3 - their sadistic inclinations made the into fools.
Jarlaxle enjoyed torture and pain as much as any Akuma, but... to become a fool so indulged in these pleasantries was not in his plans.
"Seems like old Fatso is in a bad mood," a casual voice from the entrance made Jarlaxle turn. Yase was standing there, rather amused looking.
"And what might you be doing here?" Jarlaxle asked, lifting an eyebrow. They had agreed to meet again should the Exorcists make a move, but...
"I was bored," replied Yase, sitting on a chair's arm. "Besides, I need to see how you will change when you have evolved."
"Oh, so "Fat Uncle E" was talking again." Jarlaxle's voice dripped with venomous sarcasm; the fat fool needed to be crucified.
"Yes. He let his mouth run a lot, but I think he's trying to relieve stress. Something about a Noah being angry at him."
Jarlaxle considered this. It could be used for their advantage, and Yase clearly had an idea. Then he remembered his situation. "Well, as much as it is interesting, Yase, it hardly matters, unless my evolution takes the more positive route."
Yase waved any concerns away. "Pfft, listen to you, talking like an old man. If your evolution is not helpful to me, I'll kill you."
Jarlaxle grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."
Later on, Jarlaxle reached a decision. In order to control his evolution, he would need to delve into the mechanical part of his construction and manipulate his own power. While such an attempt could be deadly - even the Earl could not really affect the mechanics of Akuma, only control them - but anything was better than becoming a retard.
He wove a cocoon of Dark Matter around him, and stood in the center, letting it cover him and immersing himself entirely in it. He would control his power, or die in the process.
--To be continued--
"It's been a while, Jar-Jar, my Akuma <3," the Earl's sing-song voice echoed as Jarlaxle stepped into the Earl's world. It had indeed been a while since he was here, not only he hated this place, but also he had no profit from being here. Lately, however... his powers were growing, and he felt he was changing.
Very much unlike other Akuma, shrewd Jarlaxle studied every aspect of his evolution for a long time now. Knowing that he may lose his ability to "resist" the Earl - becoming impossibly loyal to that fatass was an insult.
"Indeed it has, milord, the Earl of Millennium." He said with a bow. As always, Jarlaxle was polite and respectful to the Earl, not wishing to incur the wrath of his creator - his god.
"Awww, there is not need to be so polite~," the Earl cackled in return, "just call me Earl-tama!"
"Of course, milord, the Earl of Millennium." This was a usual ceremony between them, him being polite, the Earl asking for less politeness, and nothing changing.
The Earl giggled. "Well then, my little Jar-Jar, you surely have something to tell me, no? You and that Yase Makato child were doing most excellent work - you nearly killed several Exorcists and did very well attacking the Asia branch - although they managed to defend rather well.
Jarlaxle narrowed his eyes. There was something in this chatter. The Earl seemed... displeased. Not with him, it was as though the Earl was angry about a family member. A Noah, incurring the wrath of the Earl? Strange.
"If you do not mind, milord, I would like to leave."
"Ah yes, about that~," the Earl half sang, "you are somehow deterring your e-vo-lu-tion~!"
Jarlaxle nearly blanched at that. How did that fat fool know?
"I..." he began, for the first time at a loss for words.
"Ah, it's fine~," the Earl hopped around gaily, sliding it over. "You're here to evolve, aren't you?"
Jarlaxle didn't bother answering the obvious.
"Ok then~".
After he finally managed to slip into a lonelier and darker dimension, Jarlaxle, sat down and gone over his options. Holding the evolution for any lengthy amount of time was out of the question, he could feel the changes already. His form was altering, slowly and surely. If he let it, he would transform... into what?
His studies indicated that the transformation had two options. Most often, the level 3's, while maintaining their previous personalities, turned extremely sadistic to the point of stupidity. While their power was formidable enough to overpower most common Exorcists and spells - VERY few beside the Generals could effectively battle against a level 3 - their sadistic inclinations made the into fools.
Jarlaxle enjoyed torture and pain as much as any Akuma, but... to become a fool so indulged in these pleasantries was not in his plans.
"Seems like old Fatso is in a bad mood," a casual voice from the entrance made Jarlaxle turn. Yase was standing there, rather amused looking.
"And what might you be doing here?" Jarlaxle asked, lifting an eyebrow. They had agreed to meet again should the Exorcists make a move, but...
"I was bored," replied Yase, sitting on a chair's arm. "Besides, I need to see how you will change when you have evolved."
"Oh, so "Fat Uncle E" was talking again." Jarlaxle's voice dripped with venomous sarcasm; the fat fool needed to be crucified.
"Yes. He let his mouth run a lot, but I think he's trying to relieve stress. Something about a Noah being angry at him."
Jarlaxle considered this. It could be used for their advantage, and Yase clearly had an idea. Then he remembered his situation. "Well, as much as it is interesting, Yase, it hardly matters, unless my evolution takes the more positive route."
Yase waved any concerns away. "Pfft, listen to you, talking like an old man. If your evolution is not helpful to me, I'll kill you."
Jarlaxle grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."
Later on, Jarlaxle reached a decision. In order to control his evolution, he would need to delve into the mechanical part of his construction and manipulate his own power. While such an attempt could be deadly - even the Earl could not really affect the mechanics of Akuma, only control them - but anything was better than becoming a retard.
He wove a cocoon of Dark Matter around him, and stood in the center, letting it cover him and immersing himself entirely in it. He would control his power, or die in the process.
--To be continued--