Post by BlacKitten on Jul 12, 2016 15:36:08 GMT -5
This man knew more than he gave him credit for. The way he always praised Octavier like a God gave him the impression that he was a blind follower who didn’t see the dark side, but that was only partially correct. Doctor Cyfer was just a follower who knew of the dirty little secrets in place. However, he certainly didn’t find them evil or bad, perhaps inconvenient for this cult if anyone else were to find out.
“I don’t think a man of science should be using words like miracles, and if sacrifices are necessary, then it’s not much of a miracle,” he expressed his dislike towards his choice of wording. Ironically, not a single thing about what man of science had said was scientific in the slightest. All this doctor had going for was the appearance of one.
It was painful for Pluto to hear Scarlette’s disagreement when her beliefs weren’t that much better. He just had to stand back in awe at how there were people other than her to have such twisted mindsets. At the very least, she was straight to the point about meeting Octavier, and the beaten man in the white coat had gave in to her demand, gesturing them to the corridor above them towards the left.
Meanwhile, in the dark subterranean region of the castle, Rebecca stood cautiously as she glared at the ghostly child. Her violet eyes were filled with vitality and boldness as if ready to attack. After peeking through the walls, the equally cautious Ben gestured her to follow as he floated down a corridor. The girl hesitated a bit for it was counterintuitive to be following a ghost. It felt like she was obeying the grim reaper himself. However, the words of her brother remained in her mind, being the only thing she would willingly obey. Pluto had told her that finding Ben may be useful for this phantom of a child may know some vital information.
Furtively, she rolled from heel to toe in each of her step, masking the sound as she treaded from behind the translucent entity.
When they were far enough, the ghost began asking questions such as why she was down here of all places, warning her of the dangers of Octavier and becoming like the others. Rebecca hadn’t seen what exactly this man –Octavier- was capable of; she could only assume that she would either become a wandering ghost like the one in front of her or be possessing a completely different body. Neither of the two sounded appealing at all to her in all seriousness.
“I’m here to find out what’s going on,” she whispered. “Scarlette and my brother are heading up to meet with Octavier to get their bodies back. I’m here to spy on Tweiss to find out what he’s up to.”
Her voice became passive, almost pleadingly, “Ben -since you’re here-, tell me everything you know about the situation. You might know something crucial. If you do, I need to tell my brother. He might come up with plan.” She didn’t know what to expect, but… for Ben to be a spirit that wasn’t trapped in a body, that made him a special case. He was the only ghost that they have ever encountered. There were no other ghosts like him that was just wandering around, spying through walls.
As Pluto and Scarlette approached an oak door, their informant became a shadier source by the second. What if this was a trap? The girl in the boy’s boy knocked on the door. A single word came in response: “Enter”. Beyond this door as if opened, they were confronted by Octavier who’s in the process of reconstructing the interior walls of this chamber.
When questioned, it was Pluto’s own voice that answered, going straight to the point. The man halted his work as he dropped his tools and removed his gloves. He spoke in a welcoming way with the same façade of friendliness like before. It was so tempting to trust his words of his plans after the awards ceremony. He offered his congratulations as well as regrets for not being able to witness the fight.
Stepping forth, Pluto lowered his head, and from then point on, he impersonated as someone who was sincere, “Octavier, we must also thank you for this experience. To be honest, it was quite frustrating. Fighting with such a large handicap had forced us to adapt more than we ever had. Please forgive us for our impatience, but we are simply yearning to get back what is rightfully ours. Our original bodies were given to us ever since birth; I believe it is our responsibility to take care of them ourselves. You have helped many others who desired a better body, but I have no such desires. It’s true that I sought strength, but perhaps I should be more specific: I desired strength that belongs to me. Only time and experience can evolve us on several tangible levels, and that’s how I want things to be. Our philosophies may differ, but at the very least, we should respect each other’s beliefs.”
Some of his own words made him want to hurl; this wasn’t like him at all. He was merely playing the same sort of polite speech that Octavier was playing at.