dear_mun | Muse reacts to mun's quickness. Canon is RWBY

[Have Ruby just hanging out with Crescent Rose fully deployed and over her shoulders with her arms draped over it.]

Where's the fun in having a plan?

I simply do not appreciate being taken for my duties when this "mun" does not even have a plan of what he wishes to do.

You don't even know what your "duties" are yet. Y'know, outside of singing.

The removal of these shadow beasts seems to be the primary goal for all of us.

Yeah, well, just leave that to Rose and I. You just worry about keeping your song bird career alive.

Despite what you think you cannot get rid of them all. If you overexert yourself you will only find yourself being severely wounded or worse.

Also doesn't it seem like my singing and my battling were intertwined anyway?

All I know is that my body count is close to a hundred. Yours is one. And I'm scar free.

[And cue sticking out her tongue.]

Only that you seem to have PTSD or something when you're singing.

It was my assumption that my singing was my gate to the other world where I do my fighting.

If there really is two different worlds I would assume your gate would be the woods.

[Ruby shrugs, fidgeting with Rose on her shoulders.]

There's a wiki that says your fight was a flash back. Says you had the scar when you walk on stage, and before the fight starts there's no scar.

[OOC: And yes, they already have a wiki up. It's awesome. http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/RWBY_Wiki ]

Actually the results of that were inconclusive at best. You can actually see the scar after the armor strikes me as if it was already there.

Still I suppose it wouldn't be out of the question for me to have created the song after the fight but I feel it is more than that.

[Again, she shrugs, taking the scythe and digging the blade into the ground before sitting on the handle.]

Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. I'm more interested in what happened to the moon.

[OOC: The wiki had a composite pic of various facial expressions that Monty made and I'm just cutting that up. Nothing special, unfortunately. I wish I could get my hands on the models and make icons with custom poses or whatever.]

Ah yes I did notice that. Well if my "other world" theory is correct then the moon is only like that around the area I had my fight.

If not it may be a sign that our foe is gaining in power.

[Ruby shifts to lounge on the weapon, looking significantly bored with everything right now.]

To be honest, I kinda hope it is a sign of a powerful foe. I'd like a good challenge.

Well for once I do agree with you. It would be quite a waste if we quickly dispatched of our enemy. It would sully the victory if it only took one of us to remove them or some nonsense like that.

[Cue an evil grin.]

Yeah, but what if it turns out that I'm the bad guy? I'll rule the world!

[She laughs an overly dramatic evil laugh at the top of her lungs.]

[She shakes her head and smiles.]

You are far too hot-headed to be our antagonist.

[And another tongue-sticking-out-...thing is aimed at you Weiss.]

You don't know that. For all anyone knows, I could really be a cold calculating mass murderer evil genius, and you could be the comic-relief.

If you are pretending then you are a great actor.

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Frankly, I don't see the point in having a plan at all.

Having some idea of your goals is the educated choice to take, rather than rashly running into the fray.

HEHEHE

And while you were making your precious plans, did you account for running into someone like me?

HEHEHE And while you were making your precious plans, did you account for running into someone like me?

It was certainly not out of the question that I would meet someone of an alien species.

Indignation does not validate points. Denial is a cheap defense mechanism. And I am more than just alien. I am what should not be.

I deny nothing. When I discovered I would be taken to a nexus of universes I expect alien species.

[She pauses a moment.]

What do you mean "should not be"? It sounds like a poor view to have of yourself.

You are denying my denial. Do you control your whole world through taciturn stances and aggressive indignation?

Of course I am not supposed to be here. It is not a poor view. In this universe I am as foreign as the anti-matter. My very being defies the explanation of what exists in your universe. Were I to allow it, I could permit the full disruption of my body to cause permanent damage to your universe.

I could, but I won't. I do not want my influence to be that profound.

Funny, I was thinking to ask you if you were attempting to control the situation by trying to seem higher than my species.

I am in control of the situation. And I am higher than your species.

I beg to differ. You have no control over the current conversation nor do you have my fear. As for being higher than me, if your species can't even plan properly then I would say your skills are woefully lacking.

[At that, she doesn't say anything. Nope. Not a word. She just smiles and sits down on... empty air. Then, slowly, the variations and fluctuations of noise surrounding the horrorterror begin to get... weird. It starts as the sound you get when you have a ringing in your ear... but then a second one, slightly lower in pitch but occurring simultaneously to the first one. And then a third, fourth, fifth. And then there's babbling. Echoes of thoughts and words from thousands of years, bleeding out from the dust and air although the voices that had uttered them had long since perished. As the sound becomes worse, it then becomes a cacophony of sounds, except there is no logic to it. This is no doubt the frantic orchestra that the insane listen to. Then it gets worse, as the sound begins to swarm through her echoic inside her own body...]

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[This was not at all what she was expecting out of the other girl. At first it was nothing more than an annoyance but as it became increasingly insane and grew into a mad cacophony she honestly didn't know what to do or what to think about what she was hearing.

A look of shock was plastered on her face but eventually she hardened her expression thinking that if perhaps she made it seem as if this wasn't affecting her she would stop.]

[Gl'bgolyb doesn't look too bothered, actually. She's looking over her hands and begins to stretch them outward.

Then she talked, only this time her tone is... well..]

You know, I really needed this. You can only coop up your power so long before it starts getting uncomfortable. Are you doing alright?

[The tone switch definitely gets it through to Weiss that this girl wasn't even close to being done. She was however reluctant to relent and grit her teeth trying to hold out just a little longer as if that would get Gl'bgolyb to stop.]

I'm fine. It is just giving me a headache.

[Of course that wasn't true at all. Hearing all those thoughts, not to mention the fact that it sounded as if it was radiating from her own body was heavily taxing on her mind and there would only be so much she could take.]

[She folded her hands in front of her and leaned her head on her knee. She looked over at Weiss curiously.]

You're strong, I will give you that. But here's the thing: I'm not trying to do this. When I first met you, I was holding all of this back.

I still am, actually, but that's irrelevant. If I do much more than this, and indeed, if you take much more than this, you will probably die.

Do relent. If you don't I will be forced to not reign this all in. You may be fine now, but once you start bleeding from your nose and ears I fear the amount of time that needs to transpire before stubbornness becomes irreparable damage is rather small.

So you intend to harm me if I do not relent?

[She just wanted to clarify this to be sure she was getting this arrangement. Weiss was stubborn to be sure but not stubborn enough to sustain brain damage or worse.]

[She was having fun, but now this is going to end. One way or another.]

I AM harm. I am the chaos that rules over sound and thought. When I don't control it, things corrode, ruptures, and dies.

I am in control of this situation because I need to be in control for your sake. It is your pride that is harming you now. Do you enter your hand into a fire and ask "why did you burn me?" You challenged my control and power. I am simply showing you the faintest glimpse of what you were mocking.

That still makes it a conscious choice to harm me.

If you are to take our disagreement as far as this then I will relent.

I would be a fool to say to continue knowing the stakes.

[She sighs.]

You don't understand. You never will.

I understand you are holding back your nature as whatever species you are, and I can appreciate that, but if you make the conscious choice to harm that is still your doing.

If you want recognition for that being harder than it is for a human then I will give you that and would be willing to apologize for perhaps being too hostile towards you over a minor disagreement about methodology.

By my species, my control over my aspect is absolute. I am simply being right now. I could move this space. Make it so that it never ends inside your mind. Make it so ever time you close your eyes you hear it, and worse. It is normal. It is expected to those that challenge us. You've tempted fate, whether you were aware of it or not, I am permitted to do with you as I wish. That I don't is an aberration.

Then I can truly appreciate that you're going against your nature by doing this.

[She has to collect herself for a moment. This is both a stab to her pride as well as the fact that the sound was taking more and more of a toll on her.]

Perhaps then you can collect penance from me in another way at least. I could do something of your request such as sing or make a meal for you.

[It was odd to say but it was certainly better than slowly going mad from this.]

I do not require either. All I am asking is this acknowledgement. That I am the one in control, and that I am a being far greater than you.

[In other words, swallow your pride. :p]

Very well.

[Well when the choices are swallow your pride or go insane, you swallow your pride.]

You are the one in control and far greater than I imagined.

[She smiles and raises her hands and the sound relents. To the eye the sound practically disrupts the air into a cone as it is gathered with Gl'bgolyb. It ceases and all is normal again.]

[She's just going to stand there a moment and enjoy the silence. The sound had only been there for a few minutes but it felt like it was there for an eternity. After a minute she gathers herself.]

Was that some sort of magic that caused the sound or is it something else that is as inexplicable as yourself?

It WAS me.

So the force creating it is equally inexplicable.

You were saying that not letting loose your power makes you uncomfortable? Is there a way to let it out in a more controlled manner such as creating music?

If that is the case I would sit and listen if it would make you feel more comfortable.

[For once, Weiss made her ponder. Was the reason why she liked making music was because it allowed her to let out her pent-up energy? It certainly was a possibility.]

I already like to make music.

I find it is more interesting to have someone around to appreciate your music though.

Muse reacts to mun's quickness. Canon is RWBY

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Loving your new icons XD

I'm making 'em because of you. <3

d'aw, how are you making them by the way?

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