"We'll always be in here," the ghastly chorus retorted in kind.
It was all that needed saying, but what the words spoken had conceded, quite literally offered no further intrigue to the haruspex Mistress that sat lost in this solitary forest. But, take no heed to trails left cold and abandoned. Had [member="Matsu Xiangu"] wished it, this mind could effortlessly bend beneath the whim of her curiosity.
Up somewhere, where canopy evaporated to the dark gloom of a cloud-washed sky, two toned lightning forked, instead of thunder, a repeating chime. A sound of alarm resounding endlessly, heard through Xander's ears, Matsu undoubtedly would recognize it as the simple notification that a Containment Team had been notified to enter, isolate, and cleanse the dangerous Insects from the Examination Observatory beside their bodies.
Naturally the Skeleton, which had been left looking polished and gleaming, as well as severed slabs of fleshy meat, would be preserved and kept aside for the foul Mentalist to examine and reflect over in private - the sad fate of many lost souls from this section of The Unit. The rest of the room would be scrubbed and steamed, left spotless and ready for the next damned soul to enter and learn by what cruel end they would fall victim to.
In the name of Science and Macabre Curiosity, there were no stones worth leaving unturned. No line that could be stepped over too far. No morals where the deathly gasp of progress could yawn.
But, what happened outside the things that transpired behind the blue eyes, pale and crisp as the shallows of Corlass, left dazed and locked shut under dark curtains. All of that appeared to be of a far less interesting nature than the fragmented and mutilated mind the Necromancer had infested.
It was in here that emotion seemed to oscillate more furiously than the bursting of a Star. In here where the desire for dark, depraved, self-destruction fed by the unrestrained addiction of chemicals, pain, suffering and curiosity churned more wickedly than the greedily consuming jaws of Black Holes that stretched light and matter in to thin, ropy, intestines for their toothless mouths to feast on.
The very nature of Xander's Brain seemed at odds. An evil unlike the template that so numerously populated the Galaxy, an ethic for work that was matched only by the hedonist desire to taste flesh on his tongue and ride hatred in to the sinful spaces between thighs and crevasses. But he varied broadly. He spoke no singular language of desirous hunger or ambition.
Xander wanted all things.
Which had been exactly what the man had told Matsu not that long prior.
That moss, blood red beneath her, it moved and wriggled. A million, billion, trillion worms that writhed like fingers and stroked her crossed legs. The trees quivered again, needles and water weeping from places high above as Xander again moved beneath the actual woman that had pinned him to the floor.
"He's a poison. . . " Said the figure before her, shrouded in the snowy glow of static that illuminated all space it's white globe could touch, save for the face of this thing before her. We're poison. You're poison. The whispers, the breathed from behind every tree. The cacophony grasping around the static edges of the shimmering light, projecting inward painfully. "Terrible things. ." Ugly. You're so ugly! The noise of the CRT television began to grow, louder and louder until it was almost unbearable to listen to.
"Let's do terrible, gruesome. . wonderful things. . . "
It was all that needed saying, but what the words spoken had conceded, quite literally offered no further intrigue to the haruspex Mistress that sat lost in this solitary forest. But, take no heed to trails left cold and abandoned. Had [member="Matsu Xiangu"] wished it, this mind could effortlessly bend beneath the whim of her curiosity.
Up somewhere, where canopy evaporated to the dark gloom of a cloud-washed sky, two toned lightning forked, instead of thunder, a repeating chime. A sound of alarm resounding endlessly, heard through Xander's ears, Matsu undoubtedly would recognize it as the simple notification that a Containment Team had been notified to enter, isolate, and cleanse the dangerous Insects from the Examination Observatory beside their bodies.
Naturally the Skeleton, which had been left looking polished and gleaming, as well as severed slabs of fleshy meat, would be preserved and kept aside for the foul Mentalist to examine and reflect over in private - the sad fate of many lost souls from this section of The Unit. The rest of the room would be scrubbed and steamed, left spotless and ready for the next damned soul to enter and learn by what cruel end they would fall victim to.
In the name of Science and Macabre Curiosity, there were no stones worth leaving unturned. No line that could be stepped over too far. No morals where the deathly gasp of progress could yawn.
But, what happened outside the things that transpired behind the blue eyes, pale and crisp as the shallows of Corlass, left dazed and locked shut under dark curtains. All of that appeared to be of a far less interesting nature than the fragmented and mutilated mind the Necromancer had infested.
It was in here that emotion seemed to oscillate more furiously than the bursting of a Star. In here where the desire for dark, depraved, self-destruction fed by the unrestrained addiction of chemicals, pain, suffering and curiosity churned more wickedly than the greedily consuming jaws of Black Holes that stretched light and matter in to thin, ropy, intestines for their toothless mouths to feast on.
The very nature of Xander's Brain seemed at odds. An evil unlike the template that so numerously populated the Galaxy, an ethic for work that was matched only by the hedonist desire to taste flesh on his tongue and ride hatred in to the sinful spaces between thighs and crevasses. But he varied broadly. He spoke no singular language of desirous hunger or ambition.
Xander wanted all things.
Which had been exactly what the man had told Matsu not that long prior.
That moss, blood red beneath her, it moved and wriggled. A million, billion, trillion worms that writhed like fingers and stroked her crossed legs. The trees quivered again, needles and water weeping from places high above as Xander again moved beneath the actual woman that had pinned him to the floor.
"He's a poison. . . " Said the figure before her, shrouded in the snowy glow of static that illuminated all space it's white globe could touch, save for the face of this thing before her. We're poison. You're poison. The whispers, the breathed from behind every tree. The cacophony grasping around the static edges of the shimmering light, projecting inward painfully. "Terrible things. ." Ugly. You're so ugly! The noise of the CRT television began to grow, louder and louder until it was almost unbearable to listen to.
"Let's do terrible, gruesome. . wonderful things. . . "
