Post by Maya on Feb 6, 2015 7:09:42 GMT -5
Air in the room had settled, cooled from the prior heat, blood marks hidden from the world, not a stain could be seen from the lone bullet, unlike the shrapnel from its twin it rested on the surface of a small wooden table resting between to board chairs, an common site to behold of such well hand crafted furniture yet the room seemed stacked with items that where all hand carved, at least to some degree. Financially each item alone would cost a family bankruptcy as soon as it came into their possession yet there they sat, each one holding a greater grace than the last, their weight in gold was an understatement yet only but the mirror was the one that had been bought. Time was something which he never seemed to lack, sleep was a matter beyond him however it a process which took time adjusting to, with little less to soak up the various hours around the flickering flames he sought to bring to life objects, once mere hunks of wood, now mastery crafted pieces of furniture. Days, weeks even months went into each project, never finding a moment which his eyes could drop letting sleep take over his hands kept busy, searching for something to push their energy into, though it did little to be actually provide it kept his mind from flaring about. By no means was he a perfect man, his eyes watched the blood bath others called liberation, flashes came and went, this was the only thing he had found which pulled his hand away from a mental trigger.
"♊‡'ى -ƺƺ₪ ⊼∝♓♊λƺ ى♊₪ҁƺ ♊'ƺ ىƺƺ₪ ɏσμ༢ ϡλ⊼ҁƺ."
Translation:
"It's been awhile since I've seen your place."
The figure resting in the left chair spoke, his eyes staring into the fire which flames danced as if for their entertainment. The silence had grown between the two after the hammer struck the trigger, though it had brought pain the wound was far from fatal; while normal wounds bleed till a point of death a different effect under went on the man, as if time had spun about the bullet had pushed from his skin and onto the marble floor. The shock had been the first reaction after the pain was driven away, unlike the first shot he had noticed something... pain... it was not as before, it was dulled... what was he now? The question were near to the point where they could explode from his head but her knew better to attack the commander with his thoughts, after all it was his spoken words that ending up with a bullet in his leg; playing around the bush was bothering to both of them yet it seemed to be the only way to get direct answers without the commanders voice raising.
"♊₪∂ƺƺ∂ ♊ ∂σ ƺ₪∮σɏ ‡♓♊ى ༢ƺμ₪♊σ₪ى √ƺ༢ɏ ≈μҁ♓, ‡♓ƺɏ ༢ƺ⊼∮∮ɏ -σ σζζ ∝♊‡♓ ⊼ -⊼₪-."
Translation:
"Indeed I do enjoy this reunions very much, they really go off with a bang."
Emphasizing the word a grin popped across his lips if only for a second before it vanished as if it had never been there.
"√ƺ༢ɏ ζμ₪₪ɏ. ى♓σσ‡♊₪ ϡƺσϡλƺ ♊ى₪'‡ ₪ƺҁƺىى⊼༢ɏ ɏσμ ⋡₪σ∝. ‡∝♊ҁƺ ♊₪ ⊼ ‡∝σ ≈σ₪♓ى? ♊ ζƺƺλ ⊼ى ‡♓σμ-♓ ɏσμ'༢ƺ ƺ₪∮σɏ♊₪ ‡♓♊ى."
Translation:
"Very funny. Shooting people isn't necessary you know. Twice in a two months? I feel as though you're enjoying this."
He crossed his arms, a slight pout being displaced across his face though it did nothing to bring the commanders emotional side out.
"∝σμλ∂ ♊‡ -༢♊₪ ϡ⊼♊₪ ♊ζ ♊ ى⊼♊∂ ♊ ∂♊∂ ‡⊼⋡ƺ ƺ₪∮σɏ≈ƺ₪‡ σμ‡ σζ ♊‡? ♊ ∂σ ى⊼ɏ ♊ √ƺ༢ɏ ≈μҁ♓ ƺ₪∮σɏ ى♓σσ‡♊₪ ϡƺσϡλƺ, ‡♓ƺ ∂♊ζζƺ༢ƺ₪ҁƺ ♊ى ∝♓ƺ₪ ♊ ى♓σσ‡ ɏσμ ♊ ⋡₪σ∝ ɏσμ ∝σ₪'‡ ∂♊ƺ... ⊼‡ λƺ⊼ى‡ ♊ζ ♊ ∂σ₪'‡ ∝⊼₪‡ ɏσμ ‡σ ∂♊ƺ ‡♓⊼‡ ♊ى."
Translation:
"Would it bring pain if I said I did take enjoyment out of it? I do say I very much enjoy shooting people, the difference is when I shoot you I know you won't die... at least if I don't want you to die that is."
The commander sighed with his words, his head leaning off to one side as it rested on the back of his hand, he could feel the boney structure of his hand through the tense skin.
"ىϡƺ⊼⋡♊₪ σζ ‡♓⊼‡ ♊-"
Translation:
"Speaking of that I-"
"⊼-⊼♊₪ ∝♊‡♓ ‡♓♊ى ى♓♊‡?"
Translation:
"Again with this shit?"
The commander groaned softly as his position in the chair shifted to a more relaxed stance, his long legs kicking away from the base of the chair and closer to the nearby flames. It was clear that the matter should not be spoken of in the current company but it was the commander alone who knew anything of their shared secret; lies had been told of just what the machines the commander had constructed, there were no teams, no labs, but a lone man who wished for something that had not been done before. Why with the lies? The secrets? There were to many unknowns and he needed to know, if his future was taking a unforeseen turn he needed to be prepared for it.
"♊ ₪ƺƺ∂ ⊼₪ ƺжϡλ⊼₪⊼‡♊σ₪! ζσ༢ ⊼∮∮ σζ ♊‡, ɏσμ σ∝ƺ ≈ƺ ⊼‡ λƺ⊼ى‡ ⊼‡-"
Translation:
"I need an explanation! For all of it, you owe me at least at-"
"♊ σ∝ƺ ɏσμ ىσ≈ƺ‡♓♊₪? ♊? ‡♓ƺ σ₪ƺ ‡♓⊼‡ -⊼ƺ ɏσμ ⊼∮∮ ‡♓⊼‡ ɏσμ ♓⊼ƺ ⊼₪∂ ⊼∮∮ ‡♓⊼‡ ɏσμ ∝♊∮∮ ƺ√ƺ༢ ♓⊼ƺ? ♊ σ∝ƺ ɏσμ-"
Translation:
"I owe you something? I? The one that gave you all that you have and all that you will ever have? I owe you-"
"ɏƺى! ɏσμ σ∝ƺ ≈ƺ! ♊ ∝ƺ₪‡ ⊼λσ₪- ∝♊‡♓ ‡♓♊ى- ⊼∮∮ σζ ‡♓♊ى ∝♊‡♓σμ‡ φμƺى‡♊σ₪ -ƺҁ⊼μىƺ ɏσμ ⊼༢ƺ-"
Translation:
"Yes! You owe me! I went along with this- all of this without question because you are-"
"ζ♊₪ƺ,σ∂ƺ∮∮ ζ♊₪ƺ! ∂σ₪'‡ -ƺ‡ ⊼∮∮ ≈μى♓ɏ σ₪ ≈ƺ, ɏσμ'༢ƺ ىλσ--ƺ༢ ∝♊‡♓ ₪ƺ√ƺ༢ ҁσ≈ƺ σμ‡ σζ ‡♓ƺىƺ ҁλσ‡♓ƺى ⊼₪∂ ‡♓ƺɏ ζ⊼༢ σμ‡ ىƺƺ∂ ɏσμ༢ ∝ƺ♊-♓‡ ♊₪ -σλ∂."
Translation:
"Fine,Odell fine! Don't get all mushy on me, you're slobber with never come out of these clothes and they far out seed your weight in gold."
The commander barked, his eyes closed as he waved his hand at Odell with little care of Odella constant whining. The pause grew between the two of them, the only sounds coming from the nearby clocks mixed with the crackles of the flames; ever so gently did the commander tap his finger against his jaw, there was much to talk of yet he was unsure of were to start it all.
"∝ƺ∮∮?"
Translation:
"Well?"
Odell raised his voice, cracking slightly with its pitch the commander laughed breaking some of the tension in the air.
"‡♓ƺ༢ƺ ♊ى ≈μҁ♓ ‡σ ‡♓♊₪⋡ σζ, ىμҁ♓ ⊼₪ ƺ⊼ىɏ ⊼₪ى∝ƺ༢ ‡σ ‡♊ƺ ⊼∮∮ σζ ‡♓♊ى σζζ ∝♊‡♓ ⊼ ₪♊ҁƺ -σ∝ ♊ى ₪σ‡ ⊼ ‡⊼ى⋡ ∝♓♊ҁ♓ ҁ⊼₪ ҁσ≈ƺ ∝♊‡♓♊₪ ⊼ ≈σ≈ƺ₪‡ى ‡♊≈ƺ."
Translation:
"There is much to think of, such an easy answer to tie all of this off with a nice bow is not a task which can come within a moments time."
The commander played off Odell's question as if it child's play however it did not set in well with Odella.
"₪ƺ༢σ, ♊ ≈ƺ⊼₪ ♊‡."
Translation:
"Nero, I mean it."
Odell's tone changed, anger flashed within his words causing Nero to glance over with just as much heat in his eyes as the fire. No one in many years spoke his name out loud, even the general public called his by his title of commander all for good reason of course. With a deep scowl Nero turned his rage away from the man that sat next to him, while anyone else would have found their brains splattered across the smooth marble floors he did not lower his hand to his pistol. With eyes burning into the side of his Nero gave a heafty sigh as he pinched the brim of his nose, there was much to speak of yet he found the idea to give him a headache yet he knew without such things to quell the thoughts of Odell the man would never cease to keep rising questions.
"√ƺ༢ɏ ∝ƺλλ. ∝♓⊼‡ ♊ى ‡♓⊼‡ ɏσμ ∝⊼₪‡ ‡σ ⋡₪σ∝?"
Translation:
"Very well. What is that you want to know?"
Nero rolled his eyes about till their lids shut slowly, the light of the fire still being able to be seen through the thin flap of skin. Many questions pranced around Odell's mind with free range to ask them but one stood out among the rest of them.
"∝♓⊼‡ ⊼༢ƺ ∝ƺ ₪σ∝? ‡♓ƺىƺ ‡♓♊₪ى... ♊ ⋡₪σ∝ ♊ ⊼≈ ₪σ‡ ‡♓ƺ ى⊼≈ƺ ⊼ى -ƺζσ༢ƺ -μ‡ ♊ ₪ƺ√ƺ༢ ♓⊼∂ ‡♓ƺ ҁ♓⊼₪ҁƺ ‡σ ىϡƺ⊼⋡ ‡σ ɏσμ ⊼-σμ‡ ♊‡... ɏσμ ♓♊∂ƺ ɏσμ༢ىƺλζ ⊼∝⊼ɏ ىσ ≈μҁ♓ ♊‡ى ♓⊼༢∂ ‡σ ζ♊₪∂ ⊼ ≈σ≈ƺ₪‡ ∝♓ƺ༢ƺ ∝ƺ ҁσμλ∂ ىϡƺ⊼⋡."
Translation:
"What are we now? These things... I know I am not the same as before but I never had the chance to speak to you about it... you hide yourself away so much its hard to find a moment where we could speak."
He spoke with a nervousness in his tone.
Eyes opening Nero turned to glance at Odell with a appearance of shock upon his face; of course it was merely for show but none the less it remained as though it was a true reaction; Odell had never been very good at reading people leading him to believe the reaction was of a true nature.
"∝♓⊼‡?"
Translation:
"What?"
Odell questioned with increasing levels of uncertainty of having ever asked the question in the first place.
"∝♓ɏ ≈ɏ ∂ƺ⊼༢ƺى‡ -༢σ‡♓ƺ༢, ∝ƺ ⊼༢ƺ ♊≈≈σ༢‡⊼λ."
Translation:
"Why my dearest brother; we are immortal."
A dark grin fell over his face with eyes that shared the thought.
"♊‡'ى -ƺƺ₪ ⊼∝♓♊λƺ ى♊₪ҁƺ ♊'ƺ ىƺƺ₪ ɏσμ༢ ϡλ⊼ҁƺ."
Translation:
"It's been awhile since I've seen your place."
The figure resting in the left chair spoke, his eyes staring into the fire which flames danced as if for their entertainment. The silence had grown between the two after the hammer struck the trigger, though it had brought pain the wound was far from fatal; while normal wounds bleed till a point of death a different effect under went on the man, as if time had spun about the bullet had pushed from his skin and onto the marble floor. The shock had been the first reaction after the pain was driven away, unlike the first shot he had noticed something... pain... it was not as before, it was dulled... what was he now? The question were near to the point where they could explode from his head but her knew better to attack the commander with his thoughts, after all it was his spoken words that ending up with a bullet in his leg; playing around the bush was bothering to both of them yet it seemed to be the only way to get direct answers without the commanders voice raising.
"♊₪∂ƺƺ∂ ♊ ∂σ ƺ₪∮σɏ ‡♓♊ى ༢ƺμ₪♊σ₪ى √ƺ༢ɏ ≈μҁ♓, ‡♓ƺɏ ༢ƺ⊼∮∮ɏ -σ σζζ ∝♊‡♓ ⊼ -⊼₪-."
Translation:
"Indeed I do enjoy this reunions very much, they really go off with a bang."
Emphasizing the word a grin popped across his lips if only for a second before it vanished as if it had never been there.
"√ƺ༢ɏ ζμ₪₪ɏ. ى♓σσ‡♊₪ ϡƺσϡλƺ ♊ى₪'‡ ₪ƺҁƺىى⊼༢ɏ ɏσμ ⋡₪σ∝. ‡∝♊ҁƺ ♊₪ ⊼ ‡∝σ ≈σ₪♓ى? ♊ ζƺƺλ ⊼ى ‡♓σμ-♓ ɏσμ'༢ƺ ƺ₪∮σɏ♊₪ ‡♓♊ى."
Translation:
"Very funny. Shooting people isn't necessary you know. Twice in a two months? I feel as though you're enjoying this."
He crossed his arms, a slight pout being displaced across his face though it did nothing to bring the commanders emotional side out.
"∝σμλ∂ ♊‡ -༢♊₪ ϡ⊼♊₪ ♊ζ ♊ ى⊼♊∂ ♊ ∂♊∂ ‡⊼⋡ƺ ƺ₪∮σɏ≈ƺ₪‡ σμ‡ σζ ♊‡? ♊ ∂σ ى⊼ɏ ♊ √ƺ༢ɏ ≈μҁ♓ ƺ₪∮σɏ ى♓σσ‡♊₪ ϡƺσϡλƺ, ‡♓ƺ ∂♊ζζƺ༢ƺ₪ҁƺ ♊ى ∝♓ƺ₪ ♊ ى♓σσ‡ ɏσμ ♊ ⋡₪σ∝ ɏσμ ∝σ₪'‡ ∂♊ƺ... ⊼‡ λƺ⊼ى‡ ♊ζ ♊ ∂σ₪'‡ ∝⊼₪‡ ɏσμ ‡σ ∂♊ƺ ‡♓⊼‡ ♊ى."
Translation:
"Would it bring pain if I said I did take enjoyment out of it? I do say I very much enjoy shooting people, the difference is when I shoot you I know you won't die... at least if I don't want you to die that is."
The commander sighed with his words, his head leaning off to one side as it rested on the back of his hand, he could feel the boney structure of his hand through the tense skin.
"ىϡƺ⊼⋡♊₪ σζ ‡♓⊼‡ ♊-"
Translation:
"Speaking of that I-"
"⊼-⊼♊₪ ∝♊‡♓ ‡♓♊ى ى♓♊‡?"
Translation:
"Again with this shit?"
The commander groaned softly as his position in the chair shifted to a more relaxed stance, his long legs kicking away from the base of the chair and closer to the nearby flames. It was clear that the matter should not be spoken of in the current company but it was the commander alone who knew anything of their shared secret; lies had been told of just what the machines the commander had constructed, there were no teams, no labs, but a lone man who wished for something that had not been done before. Why with the lies? The secrets? There were to many unknowns and he needed to know, if his future was taking a unforeseen turn he needed to be prepared for it.
"♊ ₪ƺƺ∂ ⊼₪ ƺжϡλ⊼₪⊼‡♊σ₪! ζσ༢ ⊼∮∮ σζ ♊‡, ɏσμ σ∝ƺ ≈ƺ ⊼‡ λƺ⊼ى‡ ⊼‡-"
Translation:
"I need an explanation! For all of it, you owe me at least at-"
"♊ σ∝ƺ ɏσμ ىσ≈ƺ‡♓♊₪? ♊? ‡♓ƺ σ₪ƺ ‡♓⊼‡ -⊼ƺ ɏσμ ⊼∮∮ ‡♓⊼‡ ɏσμ ♓⊼ƺ ⊼₪∂ ⊼∮∮ ‡♓⊼‡ ɏσμ ∝♊∮∮ ƺ√ƺ༢ ♓⊼ƺ? ♊ σ∝ƺ ɏσμ-"
Translation:
"I owe you something? I? The one that gave you all that you have and all that you will ever have? I owe you-"
"ɏƺى! ɏσμ σ∝ƺ ≈ƺ! ♊ ∝ƺ₪‡ ⊼λσ₪- ∝♊‡♓ ‡♓♊ى- ⊼∮∮ σζ ‡♓♊ى ∝♊‡♓σμ‡ φμƺى‡♊σ₪ -ƺҁ⊼μىƺ ɏσμ ⊼༢ƺ-"
Translation:
"Yes! You owe me! I went along with this- all of this without question because you are-"
"ζ♊₪ƺ,σ∂ƺ∮∮ ζ♊₪ƺ! ∂σ₪'‡ -ƺ‡ ⊼∮∮ ≈μى♓ɏ σ₪ ≈ƺ, ɏσμ'༢ƺ ىλσ--ƺ༢ ∝♊‡♓ ₪ƺ√ƺ༢ ҁσ≈ƺ σμ‡ σζ ‡♓ƺىƺ ҁλσ‡♓ƺى ⊼₪∂ ‡♓ƺɏ ζ⊼༢ σμ‡ ىƺƺ∂ ɏσμ༢ ∝ƺ♊-♓‡ ♊₪ -σλ∂."
Translation:
"Fine,Odell fine! Don't get all mushy on me, you're slobber with never come out of these clothes and they far out seed your weight in gold."
The commander barked, his eyes closed as he waved his hand at Odell with little care of Odella constant whining. The pause grew between the two of them, the only sounds coming from the nearby clocks mixed with the crackles of the flames; ever so gently did the commander tap his finger against his jaw, there was much to talk of yet he was unsure of were to start it all.
"∝ƺ∮∮?"
Translation:
"Well?"
Odell raised his voice, cracking slightly with its pitch the commander laughed breaking some of the tension in the air.
"‡♓ƺ༢ƺ ♊ى ≈μҁ♓ ‡σ ‡♓♊₪⋡ σζ, ىμҁ♓ ⊼₪ ƺ⊼ىɏ ⊼₪ى∝ƺ༢ ‡σ ‡♊ƺ ⊼∮∮ σζ ‡♓♊ى σζζ ∝♊‡♓ ⊼ ₪♊ҁƺ -σ∝ ♊ى ₪σ‡ ⊼ ‡⊼ى⋡ ∝♓♊ҁ♓ ҁ⊼₪ ҁσ≈ƺ ∝♊‡♓♊₪ ⊼ ≈σ≈ƺ₪‡ى ‡♊≈ƺ."
Translation:
"There is much to think of, such an easy answer to tie all of this off with a nice bow is not a task which can come within a moments time."
The commander played off Odell's question as if it child's play however it did not set in well with Odella.
"₪ƺ༢σ, ♊ ≈ƺ⊼₪ ♊‡."
Translation:
"Nero, I mean it."
Odell's tone changed, anger flashed within his words causing Nero to glance over with just as much heat in his eyes as the fire. No one in many years spoke his name out loud, even the general public called his by his title of commander all for good reason of course. With a deep scowl Nero turned his rage away from the man that sat next to him, while anyone else would have found their brains splattered across the smooth marble floors he did not lower his hand to his pistol. With eyes burning into the side of his Nero gave a heafty sigh as he pinched the brim of his nose, there was much to speak of yet he found the idea to give him a headache yet he knew without such things to quell the thoughts of Odell the man would never cease to keep rising questions.
"√ƺ༢ɏ ∝ƺλλ. ∝♓⊼‡ ♊ى ‡♓⊼‡ ɏσμ ∝⊼₪‡ ‡σ ⋡₪σ∝?"
Translation:
"Very well. What is that you want to know?"
Nero rolled his eyes about till their lids shut slowly, the light of the fire still being able to be seen through the thin flap of skin. Many questions pranced around Odell's mind with free range to ask them but one stood out among the rest of them.
"∝♓⊼‡ ⊼༢ƺ ∝ƺ ₪σ∝? ‡♓ƺىƺ ‡♓♊₪ى... ♊ ⋡₪σ∝ ♊ ⊼≈ ₪σ‡ ‡♓ƺ ى⊼≈ƺ ⊼ى -ƺζσ༢ƺ -μ‡ ♊ ₪ƺ√ƺ༢ ♓⊼∂ ‡♓ƺ ҁ♓⊼₪ҁƺ ‡σ ىϡƺ⊼⋡ ‡σ ɏσμ ⊼-σμ‡ ♊‡... ɏσμ ♓♊∂ƺ ɏσμ༢ىƺλζ ⊼∝⊼ɏ ىσ ≈μҁ♓ ♊‡ى ♓⊼༢∂ ‡σ ζ♊₪∂ ⊼ ≈σ≈ƺ₪‡ ∝♓ƺ༢ƺ ∝ƺ ҁσμλ∂ ىϡƺ⊼⋡."
Translation:
"What are we now? These things... I know I am not the same as before but I never had the chance to speak to you about it... you hide yourself away so much its hard to find a moment where we could speak."
He spoke with a nervousness in his tone.
Eyes opening Nero turned to glance at Odell with a appearance of shock upon his face; of course it was merely for show but none the less it remained as though it was a true reaction; Odell had never been very good at reading people leading him to believe the reaction was of a true nature.
"∝♓⊼‡?"
Translation:
"What?"
Odell questioned with increasing levels of uncertainty of having ever asked the question in the first place.
"∝♓ɏ ≈ɏ ∂ƺ⊼༢ƺى‡ -༢σ‡♓ƺ༢, ∝ƺ ⊼༢ƺ ♊≈≈σ༢‡⊼λ."
Translation:
"Why my dearest brother; we are immortal."
A dark grin fell over his face with eyes that shared the thought.