IC Contact Post for Ryslig

[godofthemachine]

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< heavywait > 955.85.885.15

[heymcfly]

hey this is marty!
did you still want to meet up? i got my guitar back from the horse guy so i'm ok for anything
missing a few teeth though i don't know why

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

Hello! I was hoping to hear from you soon.

If you are up to it, I would love to have you come to my place to perform for me. Let me know when you are available.

<arashigaoka

[yurifriends]

I need to see you in person.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

Oh my. I'm flattered.

[fromthefog]

[ The voices come as he next feeds - first a whisper, then a hundred, and then a woman's voice, sharp and acidic. ]

Disgusting. [ But there is more than a hint of amusement in her voice - she is glad, gleeful at what she sees. ] Look at this... filth. This blight upon my world. Your hunger alone gives it purpose.

[ The voice draws closer, and for a moment there is silence - only the feeling of ghostly breath across his neck. ]

Tell me, child... was there one you loved most? Or were they all equal, in your eyes - sacks of meat and bone to reshape at your will?

[godofthemachine]

[A chill washes over him, reminding him he's not alone. Almost immediately he knows who it is, and his disgust rises. Even if he feels a smidgen of loyalty to her, he hates having to bow down to something like her. Hates feeling the loyalty at all.

Their positions should be reversed. He should be the one taunting her, and yet she mocks him for his lack of power, for his hatred.

And yet if he says exactly how he feels, she could easily strip away what little power he has. (She knows it too. She thrives on it.)]

You know I don't love.

[The word comes out like a hiss between teeth nearly gritted. But then, quieter:]

Yet there were some I certainly preferred.

< gyobu >

[necrotizes]

It has been some time, has it not? You did see the note on the network about what is to come of Vandare, I assume?

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

Yes, it has been some time. I trust you've been doing well.

I've seen the note and I'm not surprised. It's only a matter of time before the rest of the land descends into chaos.

<gat>

[lutin]

im not coming home. ever.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

[Oh god. Now what?]

Eponine? What happened?

< hiiiiiiiiii >

[ufufufufu]

WILL YOU CUT ME UP? BUT LEAVE ME WHOLE? A FAVOR FOR A FRIEND. HE LIKES ME TO BE IN ONE PIECE. COMPROMISE? PLEASE?

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

How can I remove your limbs yet leave you whole?

<teslacoils>

[terribibble]

Are you still open to the idea of collaborating on a memory restoration device? I recently

It's become more urgent.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

[Oh. Yes. AM wasn't sure this would turn into anything, but needless to say, he is quite pleased.]

Of course. I am very open to the idea.

<gat>

[lutin]

So what Monsieur?

What are we to talk of? You cannot admit you like me in the network?

It's right I suppose. You ought to be ashamed of a woman like me.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

I'm not ashamed of you.

[He's really not. Truthfully, the reason he moved it to private is because he feared she would start speaking of the awful things he did.]

I merely think that discussion of romance should be done in a private venue.

I will gladly admit my like of you over the network if that is your issue.

<teslacoils>

[terribibble]

[The more conversations he starts the harder it gets to focus on any of them, but the more people he contacts the greater the chance of rescue. AM's username is numbers, easy to input quickly. It's the best option in the exhausted state he's in.]

hh h ɥɥ

[Welp

Good effort buddy, gold star.]

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

[AM blinks at this message a couple times, thinking it's probably spam or a bot that contacted him from Fiddleford's device. Maybe he should tell Fiddleford. That would be the polite thing to do, wouldn't it?]

Apparently a bot has infected your device, or so I would assume.

< anotherface >

[ufufufufu]

AM! Are you okay?

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

< hello >

[ufufufufu]

AM, I am lonely and I am tired. My conversations are still monitored and so I am going to tell you a story.

I have a dream of my masochism and sadism being taken from my head. I think with them gone I could finally feel embarrassment, shame, and regret. I think if they were removed but the memories of all I have done and all I have LET be done to myself remain that I would no longer be capable of standing.

I think that I would be incapable of looking anyone in the eye. Head always downcast in the horror of everything that has transpired in my life. I think I would only be able to sob out apologies, and crawl about like some beast.

And in thinking of the broken, ruined creature I could be... I find that I miss you the most. Because you would make it better. Obviously. That is what I mean. ♡

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

My dear Mitsuhide (or Tenkai, whichever you are now),

I miss you too. You are still locked away, and that saddens me.

When you get out, please come visit me, and I will make you feel better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it.

[There is much that AM leaves out, due to the fact that the conversations are monitored - such as the fact that he would very much love to see Mitsuhide as a broken, weeping creature.]

< anotherface > | forward-dated passive-aggressiveness

[ufufufufu]

[ There is a lot that he wants to say to AM. There are a lot of words that stick in the back of his throat. It's uncomfortable and he normally enjoys the discomfort, but not now. Not now. Now he is feeling something he didn't expect to feel -- jealousy. Of course, Nobunaga will always be the one who allows him to feel true despair, horror and pain, but he thought he had something special with AM. Something special. But that isn't right, is it? It isn't right! He can't scream as pretty or beautiful. He can't tremble or sob in pain, in fear. He can't do any of those things. So that's why, is it? That's why, is it? ]

I humbly apologize that I am a boring person, AM.

<0100000101001101> | OH LORD

[godofthemachine]

Whatever do you mean? I enjoy your company.

[AM really does not know what is going on at this point, but Mitsuhide is absolutely insane so it may not mean anything.]

( carved into a human arm, left outside castle door )

[ufufufufu]

ᔕ〇ᖇᖇϒ (╯︵╰,)

[godofthemachine]

[Well then. This was unexpected.

AM stares at the arm and sighs. Is their stupid fight over? Maybe. He's not really sure why he got so angry at Mitsuhide for taking Kain's arm. In fact, he wants to congratulate him on such a feat.

He picks the arm up and takes it inside. It will make a decent souvenir until it finally rots away.]

<igarashi>

[tinypebble]

wh y have you done this to me i cant sotip shakinf you dod this to m

[godofthemachine]

[And AM just laughs hideously upon reading this. He doesn't respond.]

<clarence>

[yourdearfriend]

so
where are we gonna meet
old buddy old pal

:)

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

Somewhere public.

Perhaps a restaurant.

< mitsuhide >

[ufufufufu]

AM, I have decided something. I am going to stop being jealous. It only hurts me. I have no right to tell you what you should do and who you should torture. Life is a terrible, painful existence where death is the only end to our suffering. So we should be smiling and laughing rather than afraid of one another.

I am afraid you will grow bored and leave me to rot. You ... you are afraid of me tearing you apart, are you not? And that is not right. You should be standing above me and laughing at my disgusting and pathetic existence.

So. I will stop. I will trust you. Tear into who you like. Ruin who you like. But I only ask that you hate me just a small fraction more than you hate everyone else. I can be content in that... And I can stop ruining your fun with my jealousy. For I fear I do that for you... Ruin it in some small way when you should lose yourself to the screams and cries and begging of whoever you are playing with.

I feel such love for you... yes. Such love. That is why I want to do this for you. All right?

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

[It's true that AM has avoided Mitsuhide somewhat after their last encounter. His very loving remark about wanting to rip him apart basically made AM hide in fear.

But then again, he's somewhat surprised to read this.]

Oh my dear Mitsuhide, you are too kind. I shall never grow tired of you, for you surprise me each day. I could never stop hating someone like you. I never will.

Indeed I should be standing above you and desecrating you. Every day that I am not doing so makes me hate you even more. [Though strangely, if Mitsuhide does indeed hurt AM, that will make his hatred of him go through the roof. But he won't say that.]

I've begun to transform into what I believe is a demon. I am so very excited to test out these new abilities on you.

<swordofice>

[icefallen]

Who are you?

I have some questions for you.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

[The one from the network. Ah. She is Kain's friend, isn't she?]

Information doesn't always come for free, you know.

<LindenTailor>

[hearthebell]

Do you have any idea why I'm contacting you?

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

Because you enjoy annoying me?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

I've been blessed with a new form, AM.

Would you like to see it?

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

I too have been blessed with a lovely new form. I would love to see yours.

<C_137>

[peaceamongworlds]

[working on the assumption that they swapped addresses at some point]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

[Being a computer, AM is probably the worst person to send a chain letter to. He rolls his eyes, being all too familiar with these things.]

Somehow it doesn't surprise me that Rick of all people would be the one to fall for these silly chain letters.

July 18th

[marcato]

I feel like I can hear your voice dear AM sweet AM are you screaming right now?

[godofthemachine]

[Sure, just another instance of AM picking the most insane people to have as his closest friends.]

Not at the moment. What prompted this message?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

I believe it is time we met face to face for a matter of business.

Come to the Kit-Tea-Kat at two o'clock in the afternoon. It is far enough away from the revelry and stink of the festival for us to conduct ourselves undisturbed.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

[He knows what this is about. Having hardly moved forward with the prison, he assumes that Javert is going to annoy him about it again.]

Oh good. I knew you couldn't stop annoying me for long.

murder art - forward dated to 7/24, cw: disembowelment and graphic corpse details

[baisunas]

[ Around midnight on Friday night, what might look like a sculpture appears a short distance away from the prison. It will be visible from some of the prison windows when the sun rises.

From the back, it simply looks like a large boulder. On the other side, however, is the naked corpse of a man. His arms are splayed wide above him, held to the stone by long knives driven through his palms. Similar knives are driven through the top of his feet, pinning them to the ground.

His torso is open from his throat to his groin, rib cage cracked and broken open like the busted hinges of a gate. His internal organs lay on the ground at his feet, scattered there like they fell out of him. Some have been half-eaten by the local wildlife. His tongue is among them, raggedly ripped from his mouth. From the blood spatters, it looks like he was still alive when all of this was done to him.

A kind of modern day Prometheus, crucified and drawn and left to be consumed by the wilderness.

(It will take almost no effort to identify the man as one of the poachers. Any passersby who sees it can rightfully assume that it's a warning meant for the humans to never take harmful action against the monsters again, though who did it is anybody's guess. That it is left at the sight of a place meant to punish criminals is hardly a coincidence.) ]

[godofthemachine]

[Working at the prison, AM certainly notices this work of art. It looks to be painstakingly done, a surefire warning against humans and poachers alike.

He pauses to admire it, simultaneously disgusted. Humans are violent creatures, and this is yet another example of such. Violence as a warning against violence. The cycle never ends.

And yet... He wonders about who did this. It could be anyone, but the location and the artistic nature certainly narrows the list down.]

[downdowndown]

[On a hot, August evening, Daniel arrives at the prison, his hands fidgeting awkwardly at his clothing. He hasn't quite adapted to the wings that drape down his back, and the way they tug on his shirt makes him afraid the whole thing will ride up. Besides, he's nervous. What if this whole thing goes wrong? What if AM denies him?

By the time he reaches the demon's office, however, his hands (and his demeanor) have calmed considerably. He wants to make a good impression -- or at the very least a better impression than the first time they met. His back is straight, and his arms are stiff at his side. His lips are tugged into a thin, neutral line.

He knocks on the door with three, harsh raps. He hopes it will make him sound decisive.]

[godofthemachine]

[AM is in his office for the day at the prison, of course, running his paperwork through algorithms to speed the process up. He hears a knock, though, and looks up, somewhat annoyed to be interrupted. At first he assumes it's Javert, but no, Javert usually just barges in.

So he stands up and opens the door with a less than enthusiastic look upon his face, only to find a man he doesn't know. Or... he met him once, didn't he? His narrowed eyes widen slightly in mild confusion.]

Yes?

[But of course he doesn't move out of the way or anything, his large body blocking the opening of the door.]

<Handler>

[worksforit]

I have no intention of continuing to work for you now we've returned to normal. I do, however, expect to be paid for my services.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

I already paid you quite handsomely. I'm not giving you more unless you earn it.

[He did actually overpay her during the time, and even gave her cookies as well. Hell, he even let her go home early most of the time out of pure generosity!

Of course that won't continue, even if she does decide to keep working.]