"Hello? Wick?" She's just staring at me, and I don't like it one bit. She gives the same vibes as my mom did, back... Before she was killed.
"I don't think she's very happy with you, whatever-your-name-is." I take offense at him not knowing my name, even if I perfectly well know that I have never told anybody my name. They call me Chaos, and this is acceptable.
Walta steps up to the dirt child, and speaks a lot of gibberish that I do not really understand due to my social non-proficiency. "Um, do you want to be friends? I mean, we are kinda siblings if I'm reading this right. Were you dragged into this world by her too?"
Whatever it is really works, and Wick turns away from me, and relaxes her posture a bit when facing him. "Yeah, yeah I was." She steps closer as well, and smiles, "what's your real name?"
"Oh, it's... Winston Brown? I don't really remember too well. I never use it myself, after all." Winston smiled wryly. What happened to the him that was as wild as myself? What did he do with Walta?
No... He's the same person, just somehow different. More subdued. From what I know about mental illnesses (which is a lot, because my aides were very concerned about me. They tried to tell me what was wrong with my head, but they came to a different result every day. Wild. I guess I'm all sorts of fucked up.), he might have multiple personalities, or severe mood swings (they called that "bipolar").
"Oh, nice! Actually, I wanted to ask you something, Chaos-"
The wind guy interjects, "so that's your name!"
"-as I was saying, do you know anything about our memories? Why do we have fake memories of imaginary places? Why are they US?" She gestures at herself. She looks so emotional. I guess I have to be the mother figure here. I need to be mature, calm, and caring. Here goes nothing.
"I know that you're distressed, but please take a few breaths. I know that to you it must be distressing to learn that your entire life is but a dream, but try and understand that they are what make you you. My life was always changing, so I'm more used to being thrust into strange situations than you. You were both young. I believe that you can work your way through it."
Both Eth and Walta (who seems to be Walta again, based on how twitchy he is being even while standing still, while Winston only moves intentionally) stare at me with absolutely gobsmacked expressions. My dear student of my ideology, Walta, is returned!
The two in front if me look at each other, then look back, and brownie begins to speak. How did they do that? How did they talk without words? Can I do that? I've never been able to before. New magic?
"Sorry. I didn't know that you could be sincere. But that still doesn't answer my question: why do we have them?"
Well, isn't that a thought provoking question. I wonder how I shall answer? Will I just say "I don't know" and declare defeat? Hmm, actually, I wonder what would confuse them. I want to screw with some new friends.
Oh, an idea! "We have them to answer our questions. It's an indirect form of communication with our god."
Of course, I lie. I have no clue why we have these memories or who gave them to us. I just want to see how they react. It's always fun to see people react. Usually confused. Although some people just get angry at me, and I am never really sure what to do about that.
Seems like everything I say just makes it worse.
Wick's brows tilted, like she was angry, but instead of frowning, just looks on with neutral lips. I know angry, but this one's different. I think I did see it a lot when I was younger though. Never could figure out what it meant. Walta looks like he's feeling some kinda happy emotion, based on his greater jumpiness. Maybe pleasure? I don't know.
"Wait," he says in a voice that sounds like his throat is taut (like he's excited!), "if our memories are messages from a Creator, maybe we can learn some useful stuff from them! Maybe we can figure out why we can do these things that we do! There's so many possibilities, Wick!" He grabs her shoulders and shakes her.
Instead of shaking her, though, Walta just ends up shaking himself on her. I guess dirt beats wind. Well, of course the kid I made with my own hands and magic is more real than the one that I dragged out from his hiding place. In my room, no less!
Wick looks at him, and speaks, "Are you OK? If there's one consistent thing about CHAOS, then it is that she has no idea what she is doing. For goodness sake, she just pulled me out of a magic circle made of sticks! Why do you believe her?"
Walta - Wait, it's Winston now, he isn't moving as much - tears his arms off of her shoulders, and back to his sides. He looks chastised, and that does not sit well with me. "Now Winston, I tell only the truth. Look at this: Has anything I have said up until now been wrong?" He seems to consider it, then speaks.
"I haven't had any confirmation on literally anything you have said. You never even told me your name."
"Aah, so I wasn't lying!"
Wick shakes her head and grabs his hand, saying "This is getting us nowhere. Come with me to my room, Winston, and we can talk without her."
"Rude," I retort with supreme indignance.
"Well, so are you." Winston mumbles a affirmation, or at least, that's what Dirt takes it as, as she grabs him and runs, leaving me to stand in the midst of the hall, alone. Of course, I can't chase after them, because that would be unqueenly.
Though, I am the queen of chaos, so does that mean that I can do unqueenly things? To be deliberated on later.
Well, this is a bit annoying. I was all geared up to talk to people, but they ran away! So what shall I do with these built up words? There's only one other person here, so I may as well go to Eth's place!
Luckily it's nearby (I can tell from what statues are here. There's a nice one of a talking sword mounted inside of a skeleton marked The Death Stick. It makes me feel all tingly inside.
I wonder what emotion that is?
