An old muse finally came back from lj; homeless but potentially looking

[peccaret]

[ The voice comes soft, bitter, and amused all at once. And, it is not without a twinge of envy. For someone who is seemingly leading an empty and endless existence, that's quite a bit of emotion that can be read. That is, for those who know her. Otherwise, she simply comes off as stoic. ] One more. [ Wrath. ] To what end do we seek now, if there will ever be one? Will it all burn, like all those years ago? [ Does it seem like she's talking to herself? Oh, yes. ] Or will this simply continue on, a cycle never-ending?

[ ... ]

I do not pray, Mundane. The inevitable will play out in its fatality. It would be foolish to hope for a peaceful resolution.

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SCREECHES COME TO MY ARMS AAAAA

[servantofevil]

[ ... You remind him of someone he knows though you look entirely different--the way you talk though. Allen has to be sure! ]

... Miss Clockworker? Do you mean that knife...?

[ You know, the one he stopped Clarith from using and becoming Wrath HERSELF with... man, for the one who is apparently going to eventually be important he's very out of the loop here. ]

/CRASHES INTO EMBARRASSINGLY

[peccaret]

[ Allen, too, gets a small, ironic smile. How many times has she see that particular face again and again? There is a hint of gratefulness, however, for what he has done. ] ...Ah? You recognize me. [ She'll ignore the comment about the knife for now. Pointedly. ]

HOLDS YOU HAPPILY HRRRR Ellukaaa *A*

[servantofevil]

[ A-ah... she's being herself again. This is definitely the woman he knew. Allen tries to smile, but this is a little... awkward for him. ]

It... was more your demeanor. But it's nice to see you again.

[ He isn't even aware of much. Hell, he had no idea she was possessing someone else, so he just thinks she changed how she looks using ~magic~ or something. ]

And... I'm sorry about not going with you when you offered. I don't really know what you're trying to do, but... if I can help, I'll try.

[ You know even though he's technically dead BUT STILL. ]

/ALSO CLINGS TO ALLEN

[peccaret]

[ The sharp look in her eyes tell that yes, yes, he should have gone with her. She then glances away. ] What is done is done. [ It's not a comment of accepting an apology. ] Whether it [ That is, him being like... a ghost or whatever. ] complicates events or not in the end remains to be seen.

;A; ALL THE HOLDINGS

[servantofevil]

[ ........ Yeah he has no idea what's going on with his non-life anymore to be honest. But he caught that look. There's a lot of guilt. He feels like he let so many people down. He could have done so many things differently, but he wouldn't, because it was all for her sake. ]

... You've... been through a lot more than I know about, haven't you. I... I'm sorry. It does matter. You shouldn't be alone.

[ Statement. She wasn't a very open person but Allen wasn't a stupid boy. ]

... I... hope you can find what you're looking for. Whatever it is.

ALL MY FEELINGS..... i cannot can anymore

[peccaret]

[ Yes, the intro the post would be cryptic to anyone else-- that much is obvious. But to those that do know her, they can easily put two and two together. Allen is part of a much greater plan, it seems. They are all. And she agreed to see this through-- to put herself throughout all of it-- on a mere whim of hers. It's almost laughable.

Again, she doesn't respond to the statement of her being alone. It's true she is alone now, to some extent. Having Irina as a part of her now doesn't always help, actually. ] It would be wiser to hope for yourself at this point.

Who even can can anymore (wow I'm just picturing the dance now)

[servantofevil]

[ ... He laughs lightly, but it's... it's fine, for him. Like her, he doesn't mind. He feels he earned where he's at and although he has no idea what's really going on, well... ]

... I wouldn't be too worried. I mean, I earned this punishment, right? How much worse can it get than being stuck in chains for eternity? I think that's pretty light, actually. I'm lucky. ... Besides, everyone else is okay.

[ He has no idea. Not even the slightest. To be honest, he just thinks it's purgatory at this point... though sometimes the singing he hears reminds him of the past... ]

I'm... well, I guess there isn't much I can do right now about it either way. Worrying won't do me much good.

i can't do the can can :U

[peccaret]

[ She notices his use of the work punishment. For a moment her thoughts go to the Master of the Hellish Yard, who often deals wish such things. But the moment passes. ] Whether you are chained to a certain place or not... you would still be alone. [ It's just that his prison is still very much definable and solid. They who are immortal-- they are alone regardless of chains. And, perhaps, that does give him indication that she is more than just a human. ]

but can't you cant your head at the can can?

[servantofevil]

[ .... He... he's picking that up actually. And he blinks. She... she must be so alone. He knew she was a sorcerer, but it never occurred to him to ever think that she might have been around so... long. ]

... Maybe, but... I probably earned that.

[ After what he did, did he even deserve to be free? ]

I... don't know if I can say the same for you, even if I don't know what you've been through, Miss Clockworker.

[peccaret]

Another time I would share a story with you, perhaps. [ She muses. She would share a story of herself, when she deemed it inconsequential-- or if people would write it down and simply think it a myth to share, for example. But when someone you know knows, it becomes much more personal to share.

She will, however, share something else-- ] I was once told that judgement for a sin is not for me to give. [ The thin smile she always seems to wear actually looks just a bit more genuine. ] And the same goes for you. [ About him saying he 'earned' it. Don't be so hard on yourself, kid. ]

[servantofevil]

[ It's not his right to press her, so he won't, but--he does seem a little surprised. ]

Ah... maybe.

[ Heeee disagrees, but only because he's just sort of that way. ]

I wonder who it does fall to, then. I only hope they're kind to everyone else.

[ Not him. Nope, his concern is always someone else. ]

[peccaret]

That... I often find myself wondering as well. [ There's a slight scoff here as she considers it. ] Of course, there have been plenty of individuals who would claim to give judgement as the most high. [ And. Well. They were very much the easily manipulated, so long as one paid them with respect. There's a small passing glance towards him. ] Such as Queens, and the like...

[ Who wasn't kind at all. And then there's another particular judge that seems to think sending everyone to Hell is a good thing. Ah, that gets an amused laugh. ]

[servantofevil]

[ ... He finds himself sighing a little. If whoever it is was as bad as Riliane could be in one of her Moods, he's going to die at the guillotine twice. ]

Not... all Queens are bad judges, though.

[ His mother... seemed like she was such an amazing person, after all. Though he barely had time to get to know her. ]

[peccaret]

They are like rare gems. Or perhaps bad ones, because once you have a good queen the populace will hold them up like gods, continuing to hope for another one of divine traits for the rest of their family's dynasty. When, in actuality, that hope will never be fulfilled.

[ Cynical? Oh, yes. ]

[servantofevil]

[ ...... Yeah typical Elluka, unfortunately. ]

... So is there even a right way for someone to rule, then?

[ The musings of a former Prince. ]