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[He's a mess and it shows. In the era he's from this kind of blasphemy could ruin a good noble's reputation but it was not like he had a good one in this forsaken underground cavern. The small bags of chips, wrappers of assorted candy bars and empty bottles of both glass and plastic that likely smelled of vodka and collected booze littered around showed he hadn't moved from that spot in a while. A week to be exact. He's worn the same clothes a few days in a row and had only left once to dump himself into the lake for a haphazard wash of them. He hasn't been home. He doesn't want to go back.

Tyki might be a dangerous and overpowered person but he was very much still a man. A family man to be precise. This last little 'event' actually hit him rather hard for once.]

Genocide is one of the most effective routes to obtain something. Not without consequences, mind you, but still effective. To erase an entire town, village, nation or species can affect an entire group of another town, village, nation or species.

It's easy. It's simple. Not as hard as other ways of doing things. [From where he is laying flat on his back he's not looking at the phone but down at the city with his hand unfolding from his stomach to stretch out and face a building or two.] There's not much many of you could do to stop a genocide. It would take one blast to remove a group of houses. Another to ensure it was successful. One cut of a person to severe an entire family. One memory stolen to change someone's life forever.

I hope they are happy as they suckle on my sorrow and cherished love I gave to my loved ones while they were here. I hope they are drinking deep of my rage or my blissful confusion. Just remember it takes just one push to send someone to the edge. I can still do it. I'm still considering it. I'm still angry.

Without this city's inhabitants, you'd have nothing to feed on. You'd exhaust yourself bringing them back. Sure, the Door can bring more. They can come back. But how long until you wither up and die.

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[He's up high given the angle of the camera from his phone. It's propped up enough to show his location if anyone could pinpoint the view from Spire #3. For someone like him it didn't take much to find a crook in the polished stone or a curve to lay against in the oddly shaped spire. A normal man would have to climb or find a window or hole to ease their way out of.

Despite his mood company is highly welcomed even if he'll be a little sour. The mere fact he isn't grinning or smiling like he always is can ascertain something is wrong. He's rather serious and taunting nor will he apologize.]

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[He licks his thumb with a chuckle after the pear is completely gone. He'll lean back against the counter now that he is no longer helping in preparing the meal.]

It would solve a lot of our problems. I feel like I'm cheating if I keep handing the hard tasks to you. If it is simply magical I can provide my energy but anything with technology and I'm afraid it'll be entirely up to you.

I think we might be better off finding a third party to figure out the technology. I can copy a machine's blueprint accurately, and that technique of mine where I summon my sword is manipulation of dimensional space, so I have some familiarity with the concept of other dimensions...but I'm not an expert.

[She pauses and thinks for a moment.]

Anakin, Kylo, Hux and Maketh are from the most technologically advanced world of anyone that I know of here. Perhaps one of them.

Has anyone told you how amazing you are? [Because honestly she was the perfect match for his technology disadvantage. Plus she could cook and fight. She was no ordinary woman and he liked it that way.]

Miss Maketh dislikes me.

I will take that as a kindly phrased hint to finish dinner sooner rather than later.

[She appreciates the compliment, but she does know he's hungry. Fortunately, dinner is almost ready. She finishes up the last of it and then sets it to cool for a couple of minutes.]

Maketh and I get along relatively well...although she correctly identified me as a threat within a minute of meeting me. It takes most people much longer than that. Once she realized it was wiser to negotiate with me than presume authority over me, we got along fine.

Oh, I wasn't going to push the issue but if you insist on hurrying dinner, than go ahead~

[He feels right at home all of a sudden and it is a wonder he hasn't moved in with her yet. He doesn't want to invade and he does like his own space. Not to mention the closer he lived the more she was in danger. It was complicated.]

The very first time the gods manipulated my emotions I tried to kill a woman name Lilith because when I saw her I was filled with rage. She was the only one I was forced to feel this towards. I believe Maketh and her were very close. Ever since she has kept me at a high distance unless I invade this space.

[It's nice, having him visit so regularly. She does like some time to herself now and then, and also for her own personal projects, like teaching a few people how to fight with a sword. But she has a five bedroom house all to herself, save for the cats, and there are times it feels quite empty and lonely.]

That explains a lot. Maketh does not allow herself to open up to others very easily at all, so even if on a rational level she can understand that you were not in your right mind at the time, she still remembers you as trying to harm someone important to her. Perhaps Anakin would be a better choice to work with. Hux has an excellent grasp of technology and a genuine interest in it...but Hux is also so rigidly military that I'm not sure the man has any sense of humour to speak of.

[Plus, he blew up five planets. She's not going to judge for murder, but what a tremendous waste of resources that was to take out a small group. It was like casting a large fireball to kill a few ants. No, she doesn't judge for the act of taking lives in and of itself. Excessive collateral damage, on the other hand, is fair game. She prides herself on her precision.]

[Yeah, he'll be a little stunned to see her sparing with Kanda but at the same time he should've expected it. She was a wonderful woman. He could always just exit through the floor as not to bother her if she was doing something. They did communicate on private issues quite regularly. He might propose it eventually. He just really liked his spot in the underground city.]

She knows I'm dangerous. She understands what I can do. You have killed but always for a reason. I, myself, do as my family wills regardless but then again so does your guild. I just have no real morals. I kill humans because that is what I am driven to do. I am dangerous at a moment's notice. You are not or at least you seem to have some rational sense.

I do not know either of those people.

Anakin and Hux are from the same world as Maketh. So is Kylo. I train with Anakin sometimes.

[Their world does seem to be more technologically advanced than most.]

Hux and Kylo had an unintentionally very public fight over the network perhaps about two or three weeks before you and I met. If you were watching, it involved gunshots and a blade made of red light.

Ah, I remember them now.

[If only because the fight was amusing. It's kind of sad he remembers that over anything else.]

Another world in a state of war. [Like his stomach right now given he can smell it compared to not wanting to eat for the last few days.]

Yes. A universe with some very advanced technology. They might be able to learn things from the Door if they studied it.

[But that's all in the future, and for now she's just setting out dinner. Once Tyki's eaten, she's going to nudge him toward one of her spare bedrooms to get some sleep. If he's not quite ready to rest, she'll simply keep him company on the couch. No doubt the cats will be along to demand attention the moment they get there.]

I hope the meal is to your liking.

Again, I'll leave the more technology inclined things to others. Magic I might be able to help with but that kind of thing is not my own personal attribute.

[He'll sit down once dinner is ready and start to dig right in. He's starving more than he realizes. After he's done eating he'll likely want to get some rest given that a food coma might set in.]

It usually is when you cook it.

[Much as she's teased him about getting a shoulder massage from him, she's willing to offer the same to him to ease out whatever knots that the hot water didn't coax out of his back when he got cleaned up. But that's for after he's eaten. She wants him resting on a full stomach.

For now, she just offers him a little smile before digging into her own plate, eating small dainty bites. She's not going to try to make too much conversation while they're eating today. She can tell how tired he is.]

[He wouldn't mind it while he's trying to fall asleep or later on when he feels more spry and able to walk around without effort. He does like his comforts and a massage would do wonders for him.

He'll eat until he's absolutely full. He's quite thankful for the meal, her silence and company. He never expects much to last or even exist. None of it mattered if his goal could not be achieved. After he's done he'll want to head to bed and sleep away the night. He's done with this whole damn week and this place for the day.]

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