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#2012-03-05 03:05:13, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Oh, the lament of the misfortunate, the cries of those who would refuse to stand up and cry out against injustice. The despair that draped across this world like a net, dragging down those among the Terrans who were adamant about keeping the law, keeping those who were just and true weighed down with inconsequential problems. So much sorrow, so much death, so much absolute anarchy.

He loved it.

The cloaked man stood atop a broken stone, a small child in his grip. The boy couldn't be more than six or seven years old, dangling off of the fourteen-foot rock by the scruff of his shirt; the fabric ripping slightly with each small jostle the cloaked one gave the boy. Around the rocks were three corpses with burns deep into their stomachs, lying quite dead upon the grassy earth. With his free hand, the figure spun a drawn lightsaber, the red glinting blade making a faint vooming sound with each rotation. As the boy whimpered, the figure chuckled.

"Wouldn't suggest struggling," he said, chipper and easy-going. "Shall wait for another rescuer of you. Aren't you pathetic, that nobody seems to want to save you? Least, nobody that can pass the test." He gave the boy another rough shake. "How are you doing, Timothy? Hanging in there?"

He laughed uproariously at his own joke.

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#2012-03-05 03:55:24, as written by NotAFlyingToy

If the cloaked one's face could be seen, a sinister smile would peek from beneath the visage, white teeth against cruel lips that furled upwards in a gleam of a grin. All the soldiers would see, however, was the cowl shift slightly. Timothy whimpered, which was answered with another rough shake from the figure. "This boy?" He said, laughing slightly. "With pleasure."

With a heave, the boy was tossed into the air with a shriek, sending him flying upwards. The figure moved with blinding speed, releasing his lightsaber in an offhand throw that quickly turned into a deadly strike. Utilizing the force, the lightsaber swung in a spinning arc, cutting through half of the men, severing upper and lower halves in a shower of sparks. With another outstretched hand and a wider stance, the figure pushed against air, sending two of the soldiers crashing into the remaining three, leaving just the cloaked man and the challenger left on their own two feet.

The lightsaber floated back into his right hand. The boy fell into his left.

Another throaty chuckle.

"Did as you asked, sir. Not the most intelligent idea on your part." A beat. "Want to play a game?"

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#2012-03-05 04:11:04, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The figure tossed the boy up and down, catching him each time on the fraying collar of his shirt, each catch sounding with a gentle rip noise. "A game of wits, naturally. Like chess, but words. It's a very simple game, and I doubted that your soldiers were quite so up for it. You, however, seem like a very well-versed fellow in matters of the brain. So I propose a simple game. I'll pose a question; we'll have a conversation, and if the conversation goes in a way that I'd like, I'll give you Timothy, here."

He held up the boy to the man standing below him, the child's face filled with anguish, tears sliding down chubby cheeks.

"If you do not talk the way that I like, or answer the question I posed... well, we're going to have to have an issue. And little Timothy's parents won't see him again until someone answers the question correctly."

He laughed again. "What will it be, Adventurer? Are you ready to play?"

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#2012-03-05 04:24:00, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The boy was let up slightly, the man lowering him so that a single small shoe could rest easily on the pillar they were both standing on. The jostling continued, however, the figure's fist keeping the boy always balancing for purchase, ever suspended slightly above air. Tapping the boys head with his fingers, the man grinned wider.

"Are humans inherently evil, my friend?"

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#2012-03-05 04:35:22, as written by NotAFlyingToy

A nod. "Indeed? So, how exactly would you explain the state of this world?" He said, spreading his arms wide to gesture of the entirety of the planet they were both standing upon. "Holocausts, Nuclear Wars, stolen artifacts. Criminals, drug dealers, arsonists, robberies, all sorts of absurd creatures that go bump in the night rising to the beck and the call of men who seem to have never known a washcloth, let alone a kind word. Children go hungry while kings feast in their throne rooms. Women are beaten ruthlessly, used for sex, violated, abused. Men are taken advantage of, twisted, warped, used for their own ends repeatedly. And yet, here you stand, amidst a dead planet, risking the lives of you and your soldiers to save a simple boy."

He shook the boy roughly, the little one's foot scraping against the rock. "Do you know of Hitler, my friend? He killed millions of people. How do you know that this boy won't turn out to be like him? How do you know that he won't become a murderer who abuses women and leaves a dozen bastards in his wake of pillaging and murder?"

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#2012-03-05 04:51:46, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"To save a life at the cost of millions? What if I told you that I had a gift, friend. A gift that meant I could see into your future at a glance. What if I told you that I can sift through the clouds of one's mind and see destiny; beginning, middle and end. Destiny is constantly shifting, based off of what everyone else does. Someone dying on Tyrellia today can effect what you do tomorrow. But there are other destinies that are set in stone. Other destinies that are going to happen, no matter what the case is."

He held up the boy. "This is Timothy Myers, aged ten. I used my gift, and saw into his mind, read his destiny. His is not interchangeable. He will grow into a man that will change the face of Terra, that will rise into a powerful being and start a global war. Billions of lives will go up into flames, and the Terrans will march into Aschen space in a war that will kill trillions more. And you're telling me, sir, that you're going to take that risk to save a measly life, to further - what? Your own conscience?"

The man snorted. "Good consciences are just as greedy as the men who claim them."

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#2012-03-05 05:08:15, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The man shook his cowled head. "You misunderstand me. I speak of personal destiny, not time flow. If I'm destined to leap off of this roof, and I die, I can't very well leap off the roof, can I?" He queried.

When the steam hissed at the other man's motion, he mistook it to mean irritation, that he was swaying the other with his argument. He grinned beneath the cowl. "I see I'm having an effect. But I must insist that I would very much like to not kill him. Someone must do it for me, as I'm on a political mission; killing inhabitants of Terra isn't looked highly upon by my superiors. Swaying them to kill each other, however..."

"Maybe I should leave him alive. To be set free upon the world and destroy it beneath it's own weight. I wonder, however. Would you let me kill him, if you knew what I know? Would you bend your morals, for a sweet song of peace?"

"Would you welcome the Serenade?"

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#2012-03-12 03:45:33, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The cowled man scowled under his cloak, and the boy's shirt ripped another few centimetres. "Naïvety. How charming in a soldier. I wonder; do you walk into every battle you face with the thought of 'if they slaughter my squad, they'll eventually die?' Make no mistake, Soldier. This is a war you're on; it is merely a war that has not yet begun. This boy is a menace, and you'd do the world; no, the galaxy a favour if you were to end his life."

A pause. "What's your name, soldier?"

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#2012-03-12 03:59:41, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"Two-Five-Four." The man said the words with a lilt to his tone, enjoying the way the numbers formed on his tongue. "I see now. You're a simple-minded fool of a man, who cannot see past his own nose. You believe in destiny; not changing it. I ask you this, then, Two-Five-Four. Since you've stated your opinion on the Boy and his fate - young Timothy will not die by your hand; you're not strong enough to cope with that - I wonder at the alternatives we now face. I wonder at the fabric of time going forwards."

"Since you won't kill him, Two-Five-Four..."

With a sudden extension of his elbow, the boy was airborne, soaring high in the air as if pushed from an unseen force.

"Will you save him?"

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#2012-03-12 04:20:40, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The child landed securely in the man's grip.

Only then did the small device, attached to the boy's back, began to beep, letting out an ominous flash with every coldhearted tone. The device was a small explosive; with the firepower of a car when it exploded, weighted and heavy against the cloth. The beeps were gathering momentum, becoming closer and closer together.

Above the two, the man chuckled.

"If you kill him, that bomb deactivates. Will you choose damaging yourself to save the child? A child that will become a murderer? A child that will lead the legions in a fruitless war?"

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#2012-03-12 04:38:21, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The Serenade saw the voices and screams, rising high in a plume of black smoke. He saw the parades, the forced marches of prisoners, hostages of war, men, women, children... led like lambs to the slaughter in shackled feet, on a conveyor belt without a stop button. He saw the howling of a mother, hunched over a three-seater stroller, each seat filled with a mound of ash that blew softly in the breeze, scattering her babies to the wind. He saw an image that filled a huge screen; a ghost-faced man, with blue eyes and jet-black hair, that stood and laughed down at the people's misfortune, that called for rebels of his holy cause to be brought on their knees before monasteries a hundred stories tall and subjected to the burned-face treatment. Furnaces roared, machines clanked, and the occupied city began to crumble.

He saw it swirl down a drainpipe as the boy's device began flashing, and the image shifted.

An idyllic land, a prosperous city filled with tourists and gentle folk. A kind but firm ruler that insisted that roads be paved and trade be bountiful. An island paradise.

Safe.

All because of Two-Five-Four.

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#2012-03-12 04:39:24, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"Well done, two-five-four." The man said in the present, his voice soft. "Well done."

The child exploded, and in the heat and the flame, The Serenade disappeared. The song travelled, moving to a new location. Moving to a new embrace.

Moving, to a new destiny.

The setting changes from The Ruins to Mjötviðr; The Realms

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#2012-04-23 17:56:49, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The stars were swirling around in a blender, a cocktail of white on black that tilted and rotated in crazy, jerking lines. At the center of the chaotic, universe bending motion there was a white table, painted in red and black checkers, with two highbacked chairs on either side. The first was a white leather affair, speckled and clean in the bright, bending world. The second, a deep, shiny black, glossy and untarnished.

In the second chair sat a man.

Cloaked head to toe in a dark cloth, a cowl falling over the man's face, he turned to the newcomer.

"Mohatmas." The voice intoned. He gestured to the chair, seated at the table. "I'm a great admirer of your work; the way you play the game has something... artistic about it."

He steepled his fingers. "Today, I think, you'll take the side of good."

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#2012-04-23 18:11:05, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The Serenade smiled under his cowl, a flash of brilliant white beneath a midnight hole. He carefully crossed his leg over his knee, bouncing his foot slightly as he eyed the other man. "Indeed. Ah, but I'm being rude. Allow me to introduce myself."

He leaned across the table, the flash of white beneath the cowl still holding strong. "I am known as The Serenade."

At long last, he waved his hand over the checkered board, where suddenly, pieces began to form; a girl in armor, a flame-headed electricity bound woman, a man in a gasmask, five green aliens, a shark man, and a boy on a hoverboard appeared on Mohatmas' side of the board. On the Serenade's, a single piece; a man in blue.

In the centre of the board was a little ball-like device, floating slightly in the air.

"I assume you know this game's rules and limitations?"

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#2012-04-23 18:23:20, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"An advantage?" The Serenade queried, placing his index fingers, together, pressing them against his lips. "I've not known fighting against the percieved forces of evil to be any sort of advantage. And my lack of confidence, dear Mohatmas, is not in your ability, but in the abilities of your pieces. It's so rare these days to find a piece in the game that is not swayed by turn coats or money or useless, frivilous things. They're like a pack of wild dogs; as soon as they see an easy kill, they stray from the initial objective."

He leaned forwards, picking up the young man in the gas mask, as well as an eyepatched man. He examined the two of them.

"For instance. My first move would be not to strengthen myself, but to weaken you. Using these weak, poor pieces -" He set the two down on his side of the table, flanking the blue figure. "I have changed the odds drastically."

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#2012-04-23 18:49:35, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The Serenade smiled, slowly.

"The blue... this man would love to think he is my king." He said, with a light chuckle. "Truly, he has the power to be everyone's king, were he not so arrogant and vile. One would think that this man has a propensity for getting too far ahead of himself. One might think that this is a flaw for him. But!"

He reached into the middle of the field, picking up the small ball, and moved it all the way to the far right, placing it down on the extreme edge of the board, away from any kind of square. "The king is nobody without his crown, yes? The way I see things, there are two directions one could be pulled in. Your objective is to destroy my "king", as it were, yes? While my objective is far, far simpler."

He gestured to the ball. "I need but to get that trinket, and this game becomes far less complex."

He rearranged his pieces; Cogor on a black, Kane to his left, and Fluxx to his far right. "Shall we play?"

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#2012-04-23 19:11:37, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"Funny thing about a group of assassins, they often work for the highest bidder." The Serenade quipped. He moved Cogor forward five spaces, so that he was close towards the group of drell. "Ties that bind don't seem to really apply to them, you know. Unless, of course..."

One of the drell, on the space, suddenly vanished. "Ahh, yes. How unfortunate. Unless one of their number is killed, driving them to revenge. Bad little pieces, thinking they understand the nature of the game. Should leave it to their masters."

He pressed his fingers together again, leaning backwards. "Your move."

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#2012-04-23 19:57:53, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The Serenade picked up Kane lazily, examining him with a rolling of his fingers, rubbing over the man's facial features, miniscule and small. "I could commit to murdering a child, it's true. But I'm not certain my pieces would go for that. You see, there's a piece among this who has a mad hatred for all things that are different from him. Your queen, herself, made quite an error in trusting this piece; this piece that had more to do with the death of her comrades than she might realize. Their forged alliance was one of mutual distaste for an enemy that had hurt them. However,"

He trailed off. "No. I feel like this piece is the best decision."

He reached across the board, plucking the Drell off of it and replacing the piece with Kane. "Aliens. Hatred on them. Wasted."

"Your move."

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#2012-04-23 20:10:16, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"I think you know that I myself have no age, my fine fellow." He responded, smiling a bit. "I'm about as ageless as a man who walks in dreams, for instance. A mere songbird on an open shoreline. But, before I get too poetical, there's a piece that I have not yet played."

He picked up Flux, placing him parallel to Cogor, so the two were ready to move the instant the other was destroyed. "A game of sacrifices, perhaps? A game of wanting? This is about the time when you find out that the advantages you have are mere smoke and mirrors, friend. A disadvantage exists; you do not know the relationships between these players. What if, say, I were to do... this?"

Suddenly, a blonde man appeared to the side of the board, his hands bound behind him, bleeding from a temple. The Serenade smiled slowly. "I think the Queen will think differently of this game, now."

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#2012-04-23 20:39:47, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The Serenade nodded, slowly, watching the two pieces. "Indeed. Their dynamic is confounding. Game changing. Romance, maybe? These humans always worried me the most out of all the races. Too... unpredictable."

He next moved his bishop even closer towards Ariel. "Ah, the bond is even stronger, here. Fascinating. Just fascinating. Though, it looks like your queen is quite useless, with this piece in play." The Serenade touched the top of the blonde - Matt West's - head. "Such a pity; truly. That queen is a destructively loyal force."

"Are you ready to surrender the light side, my friend? Or shall we continue with this game?

The Serenade

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