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The elder Valentine glared down at her sister, the emotions that Elphelt worked so hard to restore completely nonexistent. Her sister spoke with the intonation of a kicked magehound, the sadness evident in her entire being. 

Ramlethal’s gaze narrowed. Her sister’s fake emotions had no effect on her. Rather, it was her words that caught her attention. What did she mean, indisposed? The time between their deployment and her arrest? Outside of that, the two had been together, out of necessity on the opponent’s side. Her sister had betrayed Mother...

“Your question makes no sense. We have been together since the battle with Sol Badguy, the moment when you chose to betray Mother.” Despite the same emotionless tone as always, Ramlethal’s words seemed much harsher than before. “While your presence on that ship has been scarce, your power kept mine limited.”

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To the Valentine’s stomach, it was all the same. The pain had quelled, and while her stomach still rumbled out for more, she could feasibly survive another few days with that meal. However, the woman’s words were appealing. A more suitable meal, one that would give her the necessary energy to fight? While battles had been scarce, it was always necessary to be on guard, especially if Mother contacted her once again.

“...If I were to provide you with the necessary tools, could you create said meal for me?” Her stomach growled at the thought of more food.

{♚} The nutrients necessary for survival? Laughable at best. One smell, one sight and without even a need for taste, Selvaria knew that this kind of food wouldn’t provide any kind of serious nutrition. The vegetables if any, were cooked in such a way that wouldn’t hold their full potential. The meat probably wasn’t all that fresh and used the fattier pieces of the cow. As for white rice.. rather a luxury but didn’t help at all. 

{♚} Putting her water down, she would let out a small sigh before glancing back at the girl, finishing off her food in an instant. 

“ I can say for certain that the food you just ate does not have the potential for nutritional value it could. Had I the necessary tools and fodder for such, I could provide a meal that would suit any soldier’s personal needs. “ 

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For the first time throughout their entire conversation, the Valentine’s facial features changed. Rather than glaring at the troll with an almost emotionless visage, Ramlethal showed a more sour look, eyebrows arched in something that could be read as worry. Why was it that all of those who she approached with information couldn’t answer these simple questions? The need for clarification was inefficient.

“...So be it. What of the culture of these trolls? How do they interact with one another?”

    You do not want to be dissected. You are a TRAITOR of your kind, though, giving information to a possible, probable enemy who can potentially run all of you extinct. You will cross that bridge when it becomes relevant (and you have stopped running away from it). Besides, you have not yet revealed everything! You are a sneaky SLITHERBEAST who cannot be pinned down.

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: (hEHEHE, hEHE,) [ ♉ ] TAVROS: oKAY, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: i’M NOT REALLY SURE, wHAT i SHOULD BE TELLING YOU, aBOUT, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: tHERE ARE MANY THINGS, wHICH YOU COULD BE THINKING, oF, aND i WOULDN’T THINK OF THEM, uHH, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: mAYBE YOU COULD MAKE IT EASIER, fOR BOTH OF US, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: (uHH, mOSTLY FOR ME, tHE PROVIDER OF INFORMATION, iN THIS CONVERSATION,) [ ♉ ] TAVROS: aND ASK ME, a QUESTION i CAN ANSWER BETTER,

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“Ram”. It would be a stretch to consider Ramlethal a friendly person. As such, nicknames were uncommon. However, “Ram” was a name reserved for very few people. And that voice meant it was one of the worst ones she could have met in this place.

A turn towards her name confirmed it: Elphelt Valentine, her younger sister ran to her, arms wide and face full of snot and tears. Disgusting. Everything about Elphelt was irrational. Their kind weren’t meant to have feelings, and yet here she was, playing out a tearful reunion. Ramlethal would have no part in this.

The elder Valentine sidestepped Elphelt’s advances, swatting her arms away towards an opposite direction. “El.” Her statement was devoid of the same love and care that Elphelt had in her words. 

“...I see you still cling to those useless emotions.”

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 “… Ram.” She sucked in her breath, attempting to remain calm as she took in the other’s form. And there was no mistake. “It’s really you.”

This was her sister – the quiet yet destructive older Valentine. Who had shown signs of developing beyond the role of their mother’s tool before Elphelt had been stolen away. Their time apart had left her more than just a little worried – long nights of staring out her window, sighing her life away as she wondered how her sibling was doing and if she would be okay without her little sister around.

It was those thoughts that broke the facade of calmness and she broke into a fit of tears.

“RAAAAAM! I missed you so muh-muh-much and now you’re here! I-I thought .. hic!… I’d never seeee you again! Hic… you… you can’t imagine how much I… but now you’re…! “ With a mix between a sob and a squeal, she happily rushed forward with her arms outstretched in the attempt to give Ramlethal the hug of a lifetime.

“ Oh, Ram! I won’t lose you again!”

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The Valentine was not created for philisophical discussion; it was not her purpose, nor had she seen one of her sisters be used as such. Mother was not one for talks such as these with lowly humans, or so Ramlethal believed. Still, she knew enough about the world to have some sort of serious debate on such things, as had now been learned by the male before her. The change of topic was welcomed, as talking was useless for a weapon of destruction such as herself.

She watched as the man bowed to her, his comment betraying the show of respect.

Rather than grow angry at the comment as one of more emotion would, she merely narrowed her stare. “I am unaware of the meaning of this comment. Is there something unsightly with my clothing?” They were easy to battle in, wasn’t that all that mattered?

The conductor had told her only the truth then, that he cannot speak for these ‘gods’ authenticity with any confidence of his own. (He has something of a habit speaking only ‘honestly’, but his words there were no lie.) Sceptical of the divine though he is personally, however, the fact of the matter is that he should still think one would do best to approach these matters with an open mind: if not where his home age and realm are concerned, then certainly in this world of worlds, which they of course both find themselves inhabiting now. 

It’s something rather besides the point of her initial approach, he’s quite aware, but preparing her - even if only in part - for the sort of mindset one must develop if one is to keep their sensibilities here is some small help, at least.

She accomplishes a rare feat there as she evokes a short laugh, derisive to be sure, but audible all the same ❝ Yes, perhaps there’s a certain vanity to thinking oneself a god– Rather, there must be, for I don’t suppose it is the humble men who are elevated to the status. ❞ (They only become saints, usually.)  ❝ Considering the varying ideas of what a ‘god’ is exactly in a single world alone, however, I still cannot doubt that there is at least one being who suits the description for at least one other – and what are names in themselves, if not conferred upon us by others…? 

❝ –Hm, forgive me. ❞ His apology is genuine enough, never mind that ever-dubious curl of his lip. ❝ It was no intention of mine to have us come to discuss these philosophical matters – let us leave it to the wise men, or in any case set it aside for the time being. Being the new arrival here that you are, I am sure there are yet more pressing matters, matters of a greater interest to you than the nature of gods and men. ❞ Theirs is a rather short-lived discussion, should she indeed take his prompt and cease this distracted talk after all, but he himself has wondered over such matters already; the topic simply does not capture him and keenly as it had, not at this time. Rare for him to be the voice of relative reason at times like these, and all the more so considering how roundabout he has been with what answers he has yielded thus far.

Still, her attitude and delusions of authority aside, here is a young lady in need all the same. His gentlemanly sort of concern yet prevailing, then, he inclines his head gently towards her as he delivers his suggestion. ❝ If nothing else, I should think I am able to direct you to a suitable outfitter, that you might then come into clothing more…ah, modest than the scant rags with which you seem to have been left. ❞

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Arguing with the human would not solve Ramlethal’s hunger, as the stranger had so pointed out. Giving a quick shake of her head (what did it matter how warm the food was? As long as it gave her the sustenance she needed to move forward, there was nothing else needed of it), the Valentine took a bite.

She froze as the taste filled her mouth, a strange sensation filling her mouth. It was salty, greasy, and yet...

The Valentine moved in to eat more. Heat was not necessary. The food was fine as it was, giving her body the nutrients needed to continue on with her existence. Eventually, the bowl was emptied out. After the last gulp of food in her mouth, she turned back to the woman.

“It was... It has the nutrients necessary for survival.”

Her stomach growled again, as if mirroring her true opinions. Or maybe it was just still hungry. She hadn’t eaten in a while, after all.

“ No, you’re correct. However, that doesn’t change the fact it was originally mine and there could have been a number of reasons. I didn’t care much for eating it, so if it can be used to feed another.. I suppose it wont be a considerable waste. “ Taking another sip of water, she couldn’t deny she needed something.. but thankfully, she was given a rather small tray of pickled vegetables. They had a bite she could appreciate. 

“ Just eat it if you will. If I were to, it would only slow me down for the remainder of the day, something I cannot allow to happen. If it’s cold, simply ask them to heat it up. You can tell me how good it is if you wish. Maybe one day if I ever find time to see through to eating something like that I’d like to know if it would be worth picking up again. “ 

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❝ My sole purpose in life is to look after you. ❞

“Once again, you are left without purpose. I don’t need you.”

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❝ Even fate picks its favorites. ❞

❝ I saw it and thought of you. ❞

❝ Can we keep it? ❞

❝ Great news: I’m a changed man/woman, and… and I’m ready to re-enter society as a solid citizen. ❞

❝ You’re a villain, and you’ll always be a villain. ❞

❝ You’re fun. ❞

❝ You got a present in the mail. ❞

❝ Is it a puppy? ❞

❝ Like, let’s just get a cofee or something. ❞

❝ You were right. ❞

❝ I’ll always be a villain. ❞

❝ And I love you, random citizen! ❞

❝ There’s no place like evil lair. ❞

❝ How do I look? Do I look bad? ❞

❝ Is there some kind of nerdy super-villain website where you get Tesla coils and blinky dials? ❞

❝ Such tricks won’t work on me. ❞

❝ Please talk slower. ❞

❝ You’re so predictable. ❞

❝ I’m shaking in my custom baby seal leather boots. ❞

❝ I’m not panicking. ❞

❝ Dag! Crab nuggets! ❞

❝ Fackled fish cracker! ❞

❝ I’m in a heated, existential discussion with this dead-eyed, plastic desk toy. ❞

❝ And… wrap that up and give it to a child on Christmas, ‘cause we’re done! ❞

❝ I’ve made a horrible mistake. ❞

❝ I’ve never heard you laugh before. ❞

❝ You don’t get out much, do you? ❞

❝ You make me laugh. ❞

❝ Do you have someone special in your life? ❞

❝ Who wants churros? ❞

❝ Wait a minute… are you wearing… Jean Paul Gaultier’s Pour Homme…? ❞

❝ What happens when _____ finds out who you really are? ❞

❝ Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was your first day of being evil. ❞

❝ Oh, that was really grown up! ❞

❝ The bad guy doesn’t get the girl. ❞

❝ My sole purpose in life is to look after you. ❞

❝ I don’t need you to look after me. ❞

❝ What are you s- what are you saying? ❞

❝ You don’t need me? ❞

❝ That doesn’t even make any sense! ❞

❝ Look, there is no ‘us’, okey? There will never be an ‘us’. ❞

❝ Why are you so evil? ❞

❝ Do you really think I would ever be with you? ❞

❝ You were right. I was… less right… ❞

❝ I need your help. ❞

❝ That’s when I got the brilliant idea… to fake my death. ❞

❝ Granted, you have talent. ❞

❝ This is the first time we’ve hung out socially, and it’s when I’m/you’re about to destroy the city! ❞

❝ Did you want to hear me say it? I’ll say it. Here it is, from the blackest part of my heart… I. Am. Sorry! ❞

❝ We’re gonna die! ❞

❝ There is no Easter Bunny, there is no Tooth Fairy, and there is no Queen of England. This is the real world. ❞

❝ What’s the plan? ❞

❝ No matter what side you’re on, you’re always the loser. ❞

❝ There’s a benifit to losing. You get to learn from your mistakes. ❞

❝ Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! ❞

❝ What a drama queen. ❞

❝ Don’t give me that face. ❞

❝ You really need to empty your pockets more often. ❞

❝ This has been the worst day of my entire life. ❞

MEGAMIND SENTENCE MEME;

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“Humans banding together for fear of retaliation... typical.” If only the Valentine had her powers, she could show them what a futile effort their protection agency was...

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The soldier’s actions showed that he meant no harm, that much was obvious. To remove a part of his armor to gain a better connection with his conversation partner was enough to get the Valentine to relax a bit. She was in no danger after all.

But now Potemkin’s vital organ was open. With a few well-timed attacks, even half her strength would be enough to end him once and for all. 

And yet, with that information floating in her mind, Ramlethal made no aggressive moves. The soldier had a point: she had no connection to Mother anymore. There was no need for her to be violent, to battle everyone that stood in her way. She had no way anymore, even from before she left home. Her purpose had been served. But she was still here.

Eye contact was avoided as she spoke. “...I have no desires. I am a tool, created only for Mother’s use. A tool has no wishes, no need to do anything but what it is told.”

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The Valentine stared at the woman coddling the baby bird. Was it really that important?

“Why do you care? What does saving a creature who has no direct influence on your life do for you?”

      ❝ …How cold.❞ Her words full of rue, but a smile stays on her face. Bending down the nun cups the creature gently in her hands.

     ❝It’s hurt. You would step on a wounded creature?❞

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To pump water from a dry well is a useless motion, one not worth any sort of energy. The basics of logic should be enough to deter most people from taking that action, except out of desperation. This situation should be the same, if one could replace the necessity of water for biological creatures as the necessity of information for the Valentine. 

However, here she was, pumping this dry well for all it was worth. The talks had with the male have brought her no new information, nothing that she couldn’t have figured out easily on her own. Still, she didn’t leave. Perhaps it was out of desperation that she stood here idly chatting about philosophical matters with the man, despite having no need to do so. 

Now was not the time to think of the implications of her staying to speak to him, though.

“Beings of power may be heralded as gods,” Rather than monsters, as was the norm in her home. Difference in motive was all that separated them. “but they cannot be what the humans consider them to be. No being exists with that much power.” Even Mother or That Man, both of which created beings, were not infinite in their power. “Those who call themselves that are merely vain.”

News that what little information he offers to her is again of minimal use doesn’t faze him – indeed, it can hardly be said to be ‘news’ at all by this point in their conversation. In his defence, there is no intentional antagonism here (no, he has something of a natural talent for getting under the skins of others). If anybody is making matters difficult for her, then, it is none other than this woman herself: so simply could she take her leave in search of somebody rather more useful and co-operative. He wouldn’t doubt her steely eye could easily coax the knowledge she needs from some weaker hearts. 

But that, it would seem, is rather beside the point now. As their idle talk takes a rather unprecedented, though no less intriguing turn, the fellow cannot help looking upon her with a glimmer of genuine curiosity in his eye now. Perhaps there’s something worth talking about after all.

❝ Ah, then such is the case whence you hail? That man maketh God, and not God man. ❞ Where he might have once pressed his lips firmly together immediately afterwards, as though in some half-hearted attempt to conceal his blasphemy, he can only turn his pensive gaze aside momentarily as he considers her incredulous words. ❝ …I had made similar talk with a gentleman, some time ago now, I recall. Truth be told that I cannot speak for the authenticity of the claims of these ‘gods’, but we bring with us the repute we had in our home realms. Mortal or ethereal, they bear the name so long as it had been granted to them in the world they knew– Now, whether they inspire the awe in reality, delusions of grandeur aside to be deserving of the title… ❞

–Mercifully realising his small monologue there, there’s a moment of seeming apology from sheepishness before he considers otherwise: ❝ Put simply, I suppose, what know you of the customs of other lands, much less other worlds entirely? They could yet truly exist gods. ❞

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Ramlethal’s movement to make the first bite stopped when the person on the other side of the table, the one previously ignoring her, spoke. Her words suggested only the Valentine as the topic, referencing the bowl before her. Her gaze moved back to the clump of food currently resting between her chopsticks, and back to the woman. The Valentine quickly searched for any information that could possibly help her figure out what to do in this situation. Anything that Mother may have taught her.

Nothing came. It looked like the only option was to... ‘wing it’.

“The food was left alone and is now cold. The evidence assumed that this was an abandoned plate. You speak as if you are doing a great service to a poor citizen, when it is a coincidence.”

{♚} The sudden sound of a shift in one of the stools moving was more than enough to catch someone as attentive as Selvaria’s attention as she turned to see someone stepping forward and cracking apart a pair of.. those odd sticks they had for some unexplained reason as she apparently thought nothing of taking someone else’s food. 

{♚} While not uncommon since street rats were a thing, the woman would continue to sip at her water for a moment, essentially just letting the stranger know with just a glance that while they were aware of their actions and it was their food.. they didn’t quite care that much. Really though it wasn’t as if she had plans on eating it. 

“ I shouldn’t quite be surprised at the sight of hungry civilians grasping at what they can, but I suppose I can’t argue on the fact I had no intention of eating. “ Another small sip. “ Others wouldn’t be as lenient on letting this happen, mind. Be glad my appetite is something I don’t find myself openly concerned with. “ 

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Exactly like humanity. Perhaps not in habitat, or in biology, or even in culture. But in personality, in the feeling they (this one specifically) gave off... it was too much like the humanity that Mother told Ramlethal to hunt. The same humanity she hated. 

Because Mother disliked them, she should as well.

This was ridiculous. There was no need for the Valentine to keep speaking to the troll before her. They were just some sort of humanoid variant, one that didn’t need to be monitored further. And yet here she was still asking questions.

“...Tell me more about this place you inhabit. Alternia.” She paused. “Lest you wish me to... ‘dissect’ you.” Yes, that should work enough for intimidation.

    That’s probably the LAST thing your troll friends would have said. Some of them say the human race is too soft, too peaceful, and that it’s a wonder that four of them made it through a session in the first place. Some of them are fascinated with them, watch them on the screens until their faces burn into their eyes, because they are just all so different. Some of them want nothing to do with the humans because they are just too weird to handle. 

    Like HUMANITY? It’s kind of funny. 

    As much as you like the humans– well, actually, just one of them– the comparison feels off to you. Still, you give her the information, because if she can compare you, she probably has a different concept of everything else. Including MERCY.

    [ ♉ ] TAVROS: wELL, i’VE MET,     [ ♉ ] TAVROS: aRADIA, fEFERI, eRIDAN, tEREZI, aND, uHH, vRISKA,      [ ♉ ] TAVROS: tHEY TOLD ME THAT sOLLUX IS HERE, aND SO ARE nEPETA, eQUIUS, gAMZEE AND kARKAT,      [ ♉ ] TAVROS: i ALSO MET mEENAH, aND rUFIO, aND i WORK UNDER mEULIN,      [ ♉ ] TAVROS: sO THAT MAKES AT LEAST 13,     [ ♉ ] TAVROS: uHHH, 14 INCLUDING ME, 

    You ponder on the second question. You know that, potentially, ALL of you are dangerous. The question itself is dangerous, too, and you know that answering it might put all of you in a bad position. There’s one troll that you know is dangerous for SURE, though, but should you say it?

    [ ♉ ] TAVROS: dANGEROUS, wELL,     [ ♉ ] TAVROS: tHERE’S,     [ ♉ ] TAVROS: vRI ,,,,,,,,,,,,,     [ ♉ ] TAVROS: nO ONE, nONE OF US ARE DANGEROUS, aT ALL,

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Large. Very, very large.

She looked up at the imposing figure in awe for a few moments before looking away in embarrassment. “S-Sorry for... for staring...”