a break from a search. (Archer Zero)
Jan 25, 2015 18:07:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 18:07:38 GMT -5
This world clearly wasn't any normal world; Sirene could tell that from the first moment she'd set foot on it, and the first second her bright eyes had looked upon it. There was something about the quietness, the lack of people despite the many buildings that seemed to have lights on, and the light rain and occasional thunderclap that gave this place a very eerie atmosphere...
Oh, and the floating castle and heart-shaped moon most likely added to that.
Still, though, eerie though it was, the program currently found the dark world to be somewhat... comforting? She wasn't exactly sure what it was that she thought of it, as she sat upon the low wall in front of the largest, most brightly-lit skyscraper in this city; dubbed Memory's Skyscraper because of its screens that, apparently, displayed the memories of the world's residents, two facts entirely unknown to Sirene.
In all honesty, she hadn't come here for some great reason. She hadn't come here to look for Shrike, she hadn't come here to follow a lead... Really, Sirene had come here in search of some downtime. In search of a place where she didn't have to think about all the things she had to do, and the task she'd set for herself.
'You know,' came the last voice the program wanted to hear at that point; her own, but slightly more mature and much less warm, 'it's a pointless endeavour. When you're done hanging around here and moping to the freaky-looking moon or whatever it is you're planning on doing out here, you're still gonna be doing exactly what you were before, and you're still really gonna have no idea how to go about it.'
Sirene crossed one of her legs over the other, and placed her chin in her hand. Against the dark backdrop, the glowing lines on her bodysuit and her eyes seemed to shine brighter. 'I know that,' she responded in a slightly resigned tone. 'I really do. But it's not that bad; I mean, we've only just started looking, so it's not...' Whatever she was going to say trailed off, and she sighed to herself.
'You've barely been looking for the program who changed you forever, and you're already tired.' Dark Sirene didn't sound mocking; she just sounded very... scathing. 'That's what comes of only wanting to 'help people' and 'make peace'; you get soft and can't handle it when you actually have to go out there and fight for something. And that, little program, is why what he did to you that day was a service; people like you need callous, heartless bitches like me to help them along! And that's a fact.' She had regained some of her usual mock-cheeriness and easily-spoken cruelty by the end of her little rant.
Sirene was very used to Dark Sirene's comments about her weakness, but they still hurt her. 'Go away,' she replied, blinking past the tears in her eyes and silently clenching her right hand. 'Just please, go away! I don't need you, and I'll prove it; but until then, just do me a favour and go away!'
There was a silence for a while, before the dark side chuckled. 'Sure thing, sweetie, pitch a fit. That'll make you seem like a competent, strong woman...' she practically sang.
Sirene didn't respond to her dark half, and when she was sure that there wasn't any more coming, she let herself relax a little and heaved another sigh, closing her eyes. She willed herself to forget about Dark Sirene's words; she didn't need that evil thing for anything, she would bring Shrike to justice in her own way, and she would be able to help people and make peace along the way. "No matter what anybody thinks... even myself," she mumbled to herself, before looking to the sky, not minding the rain falling on her face. It was quite a new sensation to her, actually. She rather liked it.
With another quiet sigh, Sirene held out her right hand. There was a flash and a strange sight - zeroes and ones and computer code - before a translucent, purple flute manifested in the program's outstretched hand. With her instrument - well, instrument-cum-weapon, depending on what was necessary - in hand, she brought it to her lips and began her usual relaxation routine; to play some music, and forget about the world. A soft, sorrowful, yet somewhat hopeful tune rang out from the instrument, and for just a moment, Sirene forgot that there was anything else in the world...
...never mind every other world, and the hated enemy she was yet to find.