013 - [Locked to Kurata]

[tricksterpriest]

Oh, Professor, Professor, Professor.

I knew there had to be a crack in that armor somewhere.

Being right is sometimes so disappointing...

Ah, well, still early in the game. But alas.

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[showtimetodie.livejournal.com]

Oh, let's save "I told you so's" for when this is over.

Besides, I've succeeded at one objective already.

[digitalhimitsu.livejournal.com]

I truly hope you don't believe I was referring to the encounter with the Autobots. ^_^

[showtimetodie.livejournal.com]

I can honestly never tell with you, my good man.

[digitalhimitsu.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, well, I tend to get that.

By chance, would you be interested in a story?

Over a thousand years experience has given me quite a few. I think this one may be of PARTICULAR relevance to you. ^_^

[showtimetodie.livejournal.com]

Hm. Go ahead, Xellos.

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[digitalhimitsu.livejournal.com]

Oh, goody.

Once, there was a man.

Now, this man was not brilliant by any stretch of the imagination. Oh, far, far from it. He was what one might call... 'thick headed,' yes? Dense.

But stubborn as a rock. And powerful. Nary a human existed that could outfight this man, one-on-one. One might be pressed to say even Mazoku could come to respect such a power.

And, there was a woman.

This woman, too, was strong. Able to tap into one particular power of nigh-infinite strength, in fact.

Yet, the man protected her.

Why?

Love? Brotherly affection? A sense of honor and duty? It could be any one of those, or maybe a thousand other reasons.

Regardless, it didn't change what was what. An unrelenting, unwavering feeling - that human trait known as devotion.

As said, the man was stubborn. Relentlessly so, unflinchingly taking on tasks few other mere mortals would even dare THINK about.

And then, there came a time... A time in which, in order to safeguard this man, the woman called upon that power I mentioned.

And God descended.

The woman was taken in place of this man's life.

Such a tragic tale, yes? By all rights, that should be the end.

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[digitalhimitsu.livejournal.com]

But that wouldn't be any fun now, would it?
This man - this stubborn man, who saw nothing but the woman being taken from him - pursued God.

Through a veritable hellfire of destruction, of unrelenting power, he chased God to the literal ends of the earth.

To the ends of everything.

Where there exists nothing, yet where all is born from.

A chaos from which there is no hope of surpassing what lays before you.

Yet.

The man chased God, the man faced God.

The man never blinked.

God?

Flinched.

And the man?

Won.

See, Professor. I had wondered where your weaknesses laid.

Now, I see them clear as day, and it's such a shame.

Be they Man or Digimon, God or Mazoku... Whether through magic or technology, there are some things... raw, human elements that make your kind such INTERESTING creatures to observe...

Yes, there are some things... even I would be hesitant to try and surpass.

What you are planning on, where you're going with these recent developments... I don't even have to look into your cozy little lab to know where it's going. Neither does DATS, they just won't ADMIT it to themselves until they see the proof. That much is quite obvious, and is why they're running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

I certainly won't call things in anyone's favor just YET, but ... really.

I wish you the best of luck, Professor.

I do believe you'll be needing it.

[showtimetodie.livejournal.com]

... Let me tell you a story, Xellos.

There was once a young man who grew up in the shadow of those around him. Oh yes, he was brilliant, but he always seemed to be overshadowed or unrecognized in favor of others.

This man began to hate everyone around him. He began a war of attrition, of genocide, to validate himself, using words like fear and hatred as a crutch. But even when he ascended into godhood... he was beaten. Beaten by a boy and his little lizard.

It left him broken, and lose between worlds, until he was grabbed through time and brought here.

It was then that he realized what hatred really was... and that he had been holding himself back. That he had been at fault, blaming others his entire life. Yes, he had tried to take it, but at the same time... he never really believed in himself.

He realized that it wasn't justice that gave his enemy the power to defeat him. It was resolve. A simple overwhelming desire.

Love. Devotion. It's merely a personal driving force. What leads to success, this man learned, was the use of one's own skills and pure, unstoppable belief.

And he chose to believe that his hatred was absolute.

My hatred will eclipse their devotion. And even if I fail... they will have lost something that they'll never get back.

I've already won part of this war, Xellos. That is my purpose here.

[digitalhimitsu.livejournal.com]

And, rather effectively, you describe the weaknesses I mentioned so eloquently, Professor.

You may have your hatred, your ambition.

You may have one victory in what amounts to the much larger war.

But.

When your enemy is driven by the power of emotion. When you combat it with technology, with creations...

What do you hope to accomplish, in the end, by serving to amplify that which you must defeat?

It's merely a curiosity, of which you've given me many. My own... "enhancements" included.

[showtimetodie.livejournal.com]

... My creations are the shape of my ambition. My resolve.

Daimon uses his fists. I use my mind.

[digitalhimitsu.livejournal.com]

You think the distinction is that clear cut, do you?

[showtimetodie.livejournal.com]

Why should his tools be better than mine?

[digitalhimitsu.livejournal.com]

Ah, jumping to conclusions a bit, my dear Professor.

Let us just say both have their merits. But one's mind, is not just one's ability to THINK...

[showtimetodie.livejournal.com]

...

This conversation is over, Xellos.