#[MALPERCIO.]

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[ BAT MOBIAN ]

“ Un… injured? ”

The bat blinks, looking herself over throughly. Had she gotten hurt when she wasn’t paying attention? And just… who was this guy? He gave off a vibe of sheer power that gave Rouge chills.

“ I mean, I feel fine, I appreciate someone asking, I suppose~ ”

“You... Hm. I could have sworn,” Malpercio murmurs to himself, then his brows furrowed. “Ah. I understand.” He turned then, swiftly; and the sound of his sword leaving its scabbard cut through the quiet; then, another noise. Blade through flesh, the screams of a man as his limb was cut away from his body.

Malpercio had severed the man’s leg, mid jump; and the male landed on the ground, bleeding. Malpercio moved, again, but instead of killing the other, he simply knocked him unconscious with the blunt end of the sword.

Malpercio’s hand glowed, and he reached over to cauterise the man’s wound so he wouldn’t bleed out and die. While Malpercio straightened his posture, he turned to glance down at the bat mobian,

“My apologies for startling you with my earlier, no doubt confusing, question. At times I see events before they unfold and it can be challenging to discern them.

The unconscious man was no doubt sent to assassinate you. I have merely rendered him unconscious so you may question him when he awakens.”

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[ RYKER ABEL ]

“This seems to be the will of the people.”

A chill – sheer fear – ran down Ryker’s spine. Wide eyed, he had begun to turn, but then felt Malpercio’s large palm, long fingers, grip at his face. He was slammed into the ground, and Ryker flailed, kicked, but he felt like his body was being forcibly gripped by the very ground itself.

And it was; like a maw, the earth had opened up beneath him, like jaws, jagged parts of the ground clamped around the backside of Ryker’s body.

Malpercio watched stoically, as he pushed Ryker’s small body further against the jagged maw of the earth, his gaze narrowed. Then, beneath Ryker, the earth gave way, and began to bubble upwards. It bubbled upwards with a dark red, like blood, then dark black, like tar, mixing and oozing together.

Gurgled, groaned noises, some high pitched, others deep and resonating; hundreds of them. Slowly, arms, hundreds of arms began to pull upwards, out of the tar, that blood. All of those arms, their hands, gripped at Ryker’s body.

Ryker screamed, that noise louder than the sound of the thousands of creatures that were currently beneath him.

Malpercio idly released his hold on Ryker’s face, and stepped back. Instantaneously, the earth’s jaw grew in size, massive, far above where Ryker was, those hands still clawing and pulling at Ryker’s face, his stomach, his arms, chest, legs: Ryker still screamed.

Then, the maw clamped shut, violently, and pulled Ryker downwards, before it settled naturally.

Malpercio stared at the spot a moment, before he turned, and began to leave.

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Alcoholism. Amnesia. Anxiety. Appetite Loss. Binge Eating. Co-Dependence. Cynicism. Defensiveness. Denial. Depersonalization. Depression. Derealization. Devaluation. Displacement. Dissociation. Drug Abuse. Dysphoria. Emotional Detachment. Flashbacks. Flat Affect. Guilt. Hallucinations. Hypersomnia. Hypervigilance. Hypochondria. Idealization. Insomnia. Intellectualization. Introjection. Isolation. Low Self Esteem. Narcissism. Night Terrors. Obsessive Compulsion. Overeating. Panic Attacks. Passive Aggression. Paranoia. Phobias. Projection. Psychosis. Rationalization. Regression. Repression. Restrictive Eating. Risky Sex. Self-Harm. Somatization. Splitting. Sublimation. Suicidal Ideation. Sleep walking. Suppression. Thousand Yard Stare. Triggers. Trust Issues. Violence. Whiplash. Temper.

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‘strength is my, uhh… power!’

DEFAULT TO BRAVERY

“You do not sound certain of that fact. Your voice lacks conviction, as does your posture. Straighten your shoulders, speak with clarity and confidence.” Malpercio pulls out the scabbard of his sword from where it’s hooked onto his waist-side, and whacks Silver on the upper back with it: a physical prompt to get him to straighten his posture.

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[ SILVER MOBIAN ]

It sounds like something Silver might say. Scarily so. (Well, not entirely alone, but… near enough. And he’s certainly been feeling it more prominently as of late).

“ … I think I can understand that, ” he shrugs, looking for somewhere else to look. He finds maintaining eye contact with this… being, in particular to be… unnerving.

“ I mean, I… I guess if you ever want some company… I won’t mind? ”

What? Why did he say that? This person has an air about him that Silver can’t quite place, and air that leaves him somewhat unsettled. But… in the corners of his mind… there’s a small hope that this feeling may dissipate in time.

Maybe it stems from the shared experience of loneliness. Maybe it’s just his desperation for company himself. He can’t really tell.

Given Malpercio’s general height compared to most nowadays, eye contact seemed a tad difficult to maintain. Not that he cared, terribly; after the first initial attempts of it, Malpercio himself had also given up keeping eye contact. Unless absolutely necessary.

The other had mentioned to him, how Malpercio had looked ‘lonely’, which had prompted Malpercio to respond as he had done so. He had merely been speaking the truth: Malpercio had not been looking for either sympathy nor empathy.

So, for the silver mobian to agree, and then offer to give him company. Well. Malpercio paused, and considered before responding.

“No. That will not be necessary.”

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ooh like what! like what!?

“... ‘Mal’ was rather commonly spoken of. The other monikers I have gained over the centuries were, of course: ‘The God of Chaos & Destruction’, ‘Chaos Incarnate’, among many others. None I have the desire to go over.”

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do you have any nicknames!?

What a-- bizarre question to simply blurt out. Without context, or prior conversation.

Malpercio paused, and considered, before replying,

“Yes. I suppose I have a few.”

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Did you kill Ryker!?

“No.” his response is immediate, though Malpercio does give pause. He considered, before clarifying, “although he no doubt will wish that I had simply done that.

Death is far too merciful an end, for some.”

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An exhale leaves him, and then Malpercio is gone from where he had been residing.

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Perhaps he should have killed that silver furred hedgehog. What an annoyance.

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[ On the left: Malpercio, clocking in at 7′6″.

On the right: Average Anthropomorphic Mobian height which is 3′3″, sometimes shorter.

He’s a giant, confirmed. ]

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That's a neat sword! Where did you get it??

“Off the corpse of a knight that tried to kill me.” his answer is short, to the point. Malpercio does not seem to want to divulge much more of that incident, nor of those memories. Not matter how many centuries had passed him by.

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“The right thing—what is it? I wonder… If you do the right thing, does it really make everybody happy?”

THE MASK OF MAJORA

                                      ->ACCEPTING

Malpercio simply stared across at them. He observed them, almost coolly, for a few more seconds before he closed his eyes and spoke clearly, with a resolve,

“That does not matter. You cannot make all life happy based upon your own sets of decisions. To live that way will only bring yourself burdens and hardships,” was he speaking based on experiences? Perhaps. He didn’t give the other the time to think on this, as Malpercio kept on,

“However. If making others happy and doing what you believe is right for them, is correct to a certain person or sets of people, then there is no point in my trying to convince them otherwise. I will not waste my time with those endeavours.”

Not anymore.

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