genessia | 1st Shot || The Arrival.

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1st Shot || The Arrival.

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[ _{The soft hiss of static before the sound of laboured breathing, as if he has been running… like a bolt from the bay. There is the immediate sound of a gun loading. In all serious he is running around like a headless chicken in a bizarre panic- you see, he is rather ill person, and being in a strange place seems to have absolutely thrown him out of a loop. You can get this from the audio alone; it’s just loud footstep noises over and over.} ]

I don’t know whose bright idea of a joke this was but let me tell you something; you can remove me from the war, but I will bring it to you. You cannot stop me killing just by changing the setting. Think of this as an elaborate play… the scene shifts; and at its heart…

… Will be the corpses of anyone and everyone you have ever loved.

Entertain me. Tell me where you reside and I will show you the best performance of your life… by ending it.

[ _{He seems very determined to murder anyone for taking him away from his 'work'. Probably not the best idea to actually, well, engage him physically.} ]

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You have to be young of mind, young of voice, and young of body; you sound like someone whose throat I burst open once... like someone who is perhaps a little too innocent for her own good.

[ _{It is a drawl as he talks, as if he is mulling over his words, but every time he speaks he sounds like he is reciting poetry of some kind; its beautiful... if you look away from what's being said. The sound of low, drawn out laughter.} ]

The law, the law... how about you tell me where you are, and lets see if the law 'stops' me, hm? It'll be like... a little game.

[ _{Jesus Christ, don't tell him where you are.}]

[Airy's beginning to realize that talking to this guy might have been a bad idea. She pauses for a moment trying to sort out what he's saying through the flowery language.]

Why?

[She can't help but ask because he sounds so pretty but is saying... really horrible things. She can't understand it.]

[ _{A few moments of silence before he answers. Surprisingly, he doesn't seem to be bothered about explaining himself; this might be because, in his mind, he is absolutely positive that he is somehow doing something that should almost be 'legal'. Justifying it as 'following your heart' ... didn't detract from the fact its stull murder.} ]

Why does a author write, and why does a dancer dance? You can ask why a painter paints, but they will all say the same thing; it is their life... there is nothing for those tortured souls outside of their work. We cannot feel alive unless we are doing what we love. It is both a gift and a curse.

I am no different than a man with a paintbrush; the gun is the brush... and my paint is the person.

I can make anyone beautiful.

[Airy is silent for a moment and then scared. There is nothing scarier than a someone who thinks they are completely justified in what they do.]

I think you're a thief.

[Her voice is softer, almost shaking.]

You steal what people value most.

[ _{Her words are perhaps a little surprising; they were new. Never before had he been compared to another criminal. Usually it was to a demon, a monster, or something akin to those but no... this girl had the gall to call him a thief. It felt a little petty, a little gentle, but he understood immediately- he reads her like a book, as psychopaths often read people.} ]

A thief... I'm stealing away lives, am I? I want to ask you something; I inquire, who gives you or anyone the right to live? Who gives you the right to be well and continue on living when someone across the world is dying slowly and painfully? What gives anyone the right to be breathing, and who can honestly say that they in themselves, over anyone else, are entitled to live as they wish? How could is be that in some parts of the world women are bled for speaking and children are suffocated for their disabilities, that man is hung for an opinion but on the other side, you have the right to do anything? It is because the laws of man permit this legal murder.

When you think of the world, you think of the laws man made for mankind firstly. However outside of that, we are all the same, no matter what colour, what physical appearance we have, what blood type, what gender- we are all sheep in the same paddock. That is the law of 'being'. Outside of mankind's laws, we all exist just because we do. No person has a right to be more alive than another.

[ _{He is honest to God speaking about working on a level akin to a God- operating as someone who doesn't need to abide to the laws of the world in his own mind. Half of what hes saying seems so, to put it bluntly, abstract that you can wonder if he's ok mostly because he's speaking fast and almost mumbling to himself breathlessly as he speaks.} ]

Because no-one has the right to life more than another, I can't be called a thief. You don't own your own life, no-one does; you were just born one day and that is that. You don't have a right to be alive. I'm not stealing from my victims or my victims families or friends because no-one belongs to anyone.

[ _{His voice shakes just a little now, but from being well and truly psychotic seeming suddenly.} ]

I can take and do as I please... and I cannot be stopped until anyone above me strikes me down to join my artwork. I am no thief. I do not engage in 'legal murder'. I do not abide by the evil laws of mankind.

I am just an artist.

[Airy listens considering everything he says though her brow creases slightly with each addition to his long winded speech. He sounds like a super villain who's stuck monologuing.]

Everything, everyone exists because it's need... because it's loved. You don't just rob a person but you rob their friends, their family and everyone who would miss them. What gives you the right to hurt people?

[She signs knowing she can't convince him.]

Why do we have grocery stories? Why do we have TV or Holidays? Why do we build towns, cities and stats? Why... why why. The answer for all of these is very different but there is one answer that's the same. It's because its needed, for one reason or another.

You can't simply put your opinions needs above others. [She exhales softly, not realizing the irony in her own future at these words.] You are needed too but you're doing it wrong... I don't think life is as simple as you make it.

Do you think every person is needed or loved in that case then? Strictly speaking-- by your own words, aha-- I could technically seek out the loneliest person alive and execute them and still stay morally sound.

[ _{He was probably was the loneliest person in the world, seeing as he had no friends or no family or, well, no-one. Thinking not of this, but retorting, his voice becomes almost soft to a certain degree-- but it could only be a lie. He wasn't the kind of person to get endeared.} ]

And now you're telling me I'm needed? By who? The people who want to kill me for revenge? There are hundreds of them. I guess its a never ending circle, my dear. Why why why indeed. What gives them the right to kill me for taking their family members--

[ _{Suddenly, curiously, bizarrely he says out of nowhere--} ]

I think you're the sort of person who thinks anyone is redeemable in some way or another. Am I correct?

[Airy doesn't really have an answer to his question, he might not see it himself but someone somewhere needs him. She truly believes that.]

Ah...

[She isn't expecting that question.]

Yeah, I think they can...

[She's yet to meet anyone truly evil.]

[ _{This prompts loud laughter from the other end of the line, ringing about breathlessly and maliciously as the call crackles with static at the sheer volume--!! The next thing he says with no kind of forewarning once again, almost as if hes been halfly talking in his head about (or to) her and surprisingly enough, its an innocent question. It wasn't asking for her location, at least.} ]

Well then, darling!! I'll be keeping my eye on you... tell me your name; I wish to know your name should our paths really cross.

My name is Jhin. I seek to prove you wrong.

[She has to pull the phone away from her ear hearing the loud laughter on the other end; not the reaction she is expecting.]

It's Airy.

[She only realizes afterwards that telling this guy her name might have been a very bad idea.]

Jhin...Why prove me wrong?

[That sounds like a lot of effort.]

Airy.

[ _{Her name rolls off his tongue like everything else did, nobley and beautifully.} ]

Because sometimes there is no changing someone ... because there is nothing for someone but a single, strange concept that they hold dear until they too disappear. I need to do something here, after all- if I cannot kill what am I to do?

[ _{He has absolutely no life outside killing.} ]

I have talked to many others, but none but you have talked to me like I myself am redeemable too. I am not touched, nor am I soft hearted- I am merely curious.

I think it sounds like a beautiful start... to a tragic story.

[She's slowly becoming more determined but she supposed only time will tell. Someone once told her that every story ends as a comedy or tragedy and she's now reminded of that.]

Um... What's your single, strange concept?

[Airy doesn't like where he's going with this if she is being completely honest with herself.]

It can't just be killing... what about eating? or I don't know... bathing.

Silly girl, those are just necessary things that you must do to live. But everyone has one thing they are living for right? The ever elusive meaning to life... mine is most definitely killing; or more importantly, the art process that leads to it. Perhaps it would humour you that, outside of the necessities, I do nothing but. Such is the life I chose to live.

[ _{He didn't do anything but. He literally just sort of tended to himself, killed, tended to himself, killed, and continued on doing as such for days and days... and years and years... no wonder he was messed up. Most normal people at least could sort of write 'watching tv' down as a pass time. He barely knew how a TV even worked, laughably.} ]

What do you live for? [ _{Compared to the start, he sounded a lot more... sane.} ]

[Airy doesn't have an answer to his question. Before waking up in Genessia she'd been running away from her family and a part of herself that she would never be able to escape. The only thing she does have is a stubborn sense of sensibilities pasted to her from her mother.]

I really like food. [She pauses.] Like breakfast or talking with people about the weather.

...or poprocks and music. Oh! I love music.

[It's not really an answer to his question.]

So basically, your life is menial, dull, and you live for no real purpose? Now, that is how you waste your existence.

[ _{He says it so casually there is no way to be sure if he is being callous or not, to be honest.} ]

I adore music, too... the kind people make with sear marks and wire and soft, soft snapping in the darkest nights in the darkest places. It makes the opera sound dull.

[ _{...As if anyone listened to Opera or classical these days.} ]

No! [She's pouting on the other side of the phone.] It just means I see enjoyment in all things. Even small things are important.

[He doesn't sound... bad. She still finds it hard to believe that he's a bad person.]

So you like... Skillet? Or ACDC? Also I do like Opera but you can only really take that in dosses.

[She really likes all music.]

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