From the Next Thread

[Seven]

"The notions of strange are subjective, I'm afraid," Thrasymachus said, resuming his distant tone. He then turns his gaze to Rojo. Though his face is expressionless, there is something sharp, perhaps angry in its look. "That, and my name is Thrasymachus, Rojo Rodriguez."
Devon watches the two curiously, suddenly feeling slightly 'put-in-his-place' by Thrasymachus' tone. "Yes, well..." the nobleman begins. He resumes smiling. "The two of us are from separate worlds, Venera and Yorl respectively. Where might you two be from?"

"Earth," Thraysmachus responds.

[Rojo]

Rojo raises a careless eyebrow at Thrasymachus's stern gaze. Unwise words. Now he would go out of his way to call him "Mr T".

Casting a questioning gaze at Devon, Rojo casts around, trying to structure a sentence.
"That's...a bit of a...plain name for a world, isn't it? Earth...it's just what it's made of really, isn't it?...Ah well, I suppose not all worlds can have the most interesting names ever..."

Quentin stares at this gypsy man before him, wondering if he was mad.

[Seven]

"I suppose it is a secular, utilitarian name," Thrasymachus responds nonchalantly, "for people such as yourself who are 'terrible with names.'" The stoic atmosphere couldn't hide the fact that this was a jibe at Rojo. Devon started smiling one of his really sweet noble smiles, the ones he used in awkward social situations, in hopes that the two wouldn't progress to a downright fight.
"Ha ha, I suppose that's right. Maybe I should go to live on your 'Earth,' as I am terrible with names as well..." he tried to shift the focus from Rojo to making fun of himself, hoping Rojo wouldn't take insult. Though surely he would.

[Rojo]

Rojo also smiled. It was his version of Devon's "kiss-and-make-up" smile. It looked like a cat about to eat a mouse.
"Oh, I can see you'd get on very well with some of the people I know, Mr T...tell me, do you whip your servants or just have other servants do it for you...?" The question was leading and Rojo put over-emphasised curiosity on it.

Quentin met his gaze with Devon, and returned the awkward smile. He coughed to try and keep things civil and not soon to be covered in blood.
"Ahem...yes, well, I'm sure Thrasymachus keeps his slaves- er, servants, sorry, in good standing and treats them with the same respect he does you- or me." He added quickly as Rojo opened his mouth to retort.

[Seven]

((Oh boy. I just love the parallelism going on! And what's even better is that we've got the roles switched per rper! It's too great! >V< ))

Thrasymachus smiled a dark, cold smile that gained its intensity from the fact that it would have looked perfectly kind if not for the hard glint in it. His gleaming white teeth, jewel-like eyes, and immaculate features would have given him the appearance of an angel...except for the particularly dark atmosphere around him. He casually rolled the wrist of his right hand as he moved his arm out in front of him. Casual enough, though the subtle tension in his form suggested a subliminal threat, should things progress into a fight.
"Oh no, you have misinterpreted me, I'm afraid, Rojo. I have no use for something as trivial as servants. So you see, whipping a servant I don't have would prove no doubt impossible." The smile grew slightly amused and sadistic. "Though I suppose I wouldn't have any objections to creating some 'servants,' altering their bodies and minds as I saw fit...just as I did the ground beneath your feet a mere hour ago. After all, I have no patience for whipping, and I would certainly have no need to waste my time with such a thing. And if I were to, hypothetically of course, alter the mind of a particularly stupid and obnoxious person into a being that is both perfectly efficient and loyal, wouldn't I be doing the world a greater service by creating something useful from an unworthy, lowlife scum?"

"Ah..ha..." Devon's nervous chuckle falters, dying softly. "Hypothetical...of course..." Devon tries to tug on Rojo's arm sleeve to back off...though he doubts this will work either.

[Rojo]

((Having fun, are we ? ))

His blue-fire eyes glinting somehow despite the lack of a light source and his hair flapping around without trace of a wind, Rojo flashes his charming grin.
"Well, too bad there aren't any such people in the area then, isn't it?" He replies innocently "or I would alert you to the prescence of any lowlife scum, despite your eagerness to turn them to your side, without regard for their feelings, emotions, beliefs or dreams. There's a word for people like that, I think it's called a tyrant. But then again, what would I know? I'm just a blockheaded, not-two-thoughts scum, right?" He ignored Devon tugging at his sleeve, shrugging off the Noble's touch "the ability to warp the minds of others and create ground holds no power, Mr T," despite the seriousness of the situation, he was still calling Thrasymachus that silly name "anyone can take a being and turn it into a thrall, but to take a person and help them achieve a dream, that holds true power..." the grin widened slightly, his eyes sparkling still intrepidly as if this were some friendly debate over a book or small talk over a meal. He had recognised Thrasymachus was a being of power and that didn't scare him. Not one bit.

Quentin, however, was terrified of things escalating. He tapped Thrasymachus on the shoulder timidly.
"I thought we were looking for Meryl..." he injected meekly "I'm sure these two have more important things to do than chat with us..."

[Seven]

Thrasymachus was not about to back down, so unfortunately, Quentin ended up just as ignored as Devon had been.

This time, Thrasymachus gets a thoughtful look, a hand at his chin, even nodding along with what Rojo is saying at some points. He then unfurls arms outward, smiling again. "Ah, such wisdom, Mr. Rodriguez. Surely you are an avid reader of books of children's books, no? Please forgive my assumption, but that is the only thing I could think that you must be educating yourself by if those are your impressions. And such a scenario just seemed so likely to me, since you would need small fraction competence to enjoy a book above the child's reading and comprehension level. So tell me, who is it that you get to read your children's books to you? Perhaps some kindly soul doing volunteer work for the unfortunate folk such as yourself with unalterable mental retardation?"

With a smug look, Thrasymachus crossed his arms elegantly. "But you needn't worry yourself, Mr. Rodriguez. You see, you would need to have a mind for me to warp it, so I would think that you are in the clear for such a scenario!" he says happily. Then, with the fondest gaze, he looks to Devon.
"And you Sir, Lord Devon, are really too kind. Volunteering to care for the mentally unwell--it must be such a strain on your person. And yet your unfaltering kindness is truly admirable. It brings warmth to my heart." Devon just gets an extremely awkward smile now. "Such a nice boy, don't you think Quentin?" Thrasymachus turns to his companion, smiling.

[Rojo]

Rojo just continues to grin, the sparkle in his eyes pricking more and more throughout the other's dialogue.
"Ah, how clever," he comments mildly "making fun of those less competent than yourself. It starts off there, but it escalates into genocide, my friend." He looks at Devon "yes, Devon is an awfully good boy for accepting someone with special needs like myself. But I can see your friend doesn't look quite happy with your arrangements...let him stand back whilst you do all the talking, eh?" He thought of making a homosexual suggestion but decided against it. Most villians these days were bisexual anyway.

"Umm..." replies Quentin "yes, they, uh, they both seem like very nice men..."

[Seven]

"Genocide, sir?" he chuckles. "I do believe you are running out of things to say to progress that quickly to nonsense. I'm afraid genocide is a systematic extermination of a group. Killing one person hardly constitutes as genocide. And more so," he suddenly moves his arm out to the side to indicate to the openness behind him, "there would actually have to be a group of people to kill off to even start thinking about genocide. Please, next time you wish to speak, I would prefer it if you actually knew what you were talking about rather than just rambling on odd tangents that have no logical continuity." He drops the smile. "And though I cannot stand fools, I am not sorely tempted to murder you, despite what you might accuse of me, since there are not a great number of sentiment beings in existence right now. So unless you wish for me to amend that previous statement, I suggest you do not attempt to tease me any further, since my patience for such antics grows thin. Now, can we speak as civilized beings to discuss the more important issues at hand, such as the current situation with the lack of universe?"

[Rojo]

There was a pause.
"...Well you're a wan-" Rojo began.

"What I think Thrasymachus means to say," says Quentin with forced calmness "is that we should all calm down and discuss things like civil human beings..."

[Seven]

Thrasymachus flashes Quentin an appreciative smile. "Yes, of course." He was truly tempted to turn back to Rojo and say, 'I'm so sorry, but I forgot that you're not used to big words and therefore needed Quentin to translate it to you in simpler terms,' but he decided against. After all, that would surely start the argument up again--the one he had just been advocating they end.

Devon, all to quickly, steps out in front. "Ah yes, where were we? Planets I believe? Perhaps how to get them back, along with the rest of the universe?"

[Rojo]

Rojo hangs behind Devon, staring moodily out from behind him like a naughty child that has been smacked.

Quentin steps beside Thrasymachus.
"Ah, yes. Precisely. It appears that various people from various planets, universes prehaps, are being brought here, the end (or beginning, possibly, come to think of it...) of time itself..."

[Seven]

"And all the people we've crossed seem to be male..." Thrasymachus says in his reserved voice. "Which will certainly be a problem if the universe's situation is irrevocable."

"Ah, I see." Devon says. "If the universe had to be built again from scratch, repopulation will be impossible without women."

[Rojo]

"Hmmm...well, we were looking for my daughter before we encountered you two, and I'm saying right now that she will not be a part of that. We shall have to hope that if the worst comes to worst that we will have to find other females..." Quentin says all at once, placing a hand on his chin and looking pensive,

[Seven]

"Of course Quentin. Besides, you've already stated that she is a child." Thrasymachus says, before resuming his pondering.

Devon turns to Rojo. "Rojo, didn't you once say you caused the universe to implode? What did you do then?"