For towerofanimus!

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An eerie green glow is coming out from under the door of Wilhelm's room. Upon opening the door, you will find him calmly seated at his desk, a half-full glass of wine at his side, soft music coming from a nearby, old-fashioned phonograph, and a strange, golden disc, over two rotating circles and a green, translucent cube of energy. Wilhelm stares into this cube, his chin resting in his palm, his eyes never blinking as if he were in a trance.

"I was wondering when you would come," he finally says, his voice totally monotonous. Red, albino eyes finally blink, as Wilhelm turns to face you, and motions to the chair directly across from his desk.

The music begins to pick up just a tiny bit, as Wilhelm reaches for the glass of wine, taking a sip. "The collective unconscious of this world fascinates me," he comments, setting the glass back down. "There is so much chaos, strife, and despair. A dystopian universe the likes of which Lovecraft would have found terrifying. It is a perfect representation of humanity's darkest fears."

Glancing back at the Compass for a moment, Wilhelm blinks, and then looks back at his guest. "I cannot see into many of the locations within the tower. The movements of the collective unconscious are also far too erratic for me to properly predict the future. I am not worried, however; I find the added challenge to be interesting."

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[keeps_count]

Legolas understood next to nothing that Wilhelm spoke of. He barely understood how the phonograph operated, it was nothing like what was on Middle Earth and he'd been around for a few thousand years.

"You were expecting me?" He doesn't sound as surprised as he should be. The Elf has seen strange things back home, stranger things in the tower and would likely seen even stranger still while he remained here.

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"It is difficult to predict the future of this world, but there are still several things that I can predict. Your arrival was one of them, Legolas." Yes, Legolas, he knows your name.

The record shifts a bit, and another piece of the opera begins playing. Wilhelm doesn't react at all to the change in music; he simply shifts his position in his chair, facing the elf much more directly. "I believe you have much to discuss with me. Is that not correct?"

[keeps_count]

He really, really should be surprised. He should be but he isn't... Okay, yes. He actually is and he can't hide his surprise at that. One slender brow rises for a moment before he lets it slide.

"Perhaps. I admit I am curious as to how you can read the future. You appear as no wizard I have come to know in my life, from a time that is obviously beyond my own." There was a lot more to it but this was plenty to start.

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"By wizard, of course, you mean one who uses magic," Wilhelm responds. It's a statement, not a question. Wilhelm rotates a bit in his swivel-chair, and motions to the Compass. "This is the Compass of Order and Chaos. With it, I am able to observe the movements of the collective unconscious. Every thought, every action, of every living consciousness affects it, and with it, I am able to predict the events of the future."

The Chaos ring on the Compass continues rotating far faster than Order, and in several erratic ways. "However, the movements of this world's collective unconscious are unstable. I am not able to accurately predict the future of this world, as there are far too many variables I am unfamiliar with."

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"I do." Like Gandalf or Saruman. The elf listens carefully, gaze shifting to the compass and looking a bit confused at it. It was... moving, with apparently no outside influence. There was something he said though that really caught the princes attention.

"You can enter the minds of those here? Is that not dangerous? You could manipulate them as King Theoden once was." Priorities, the Elf has them, despite how reckless Haldir, Gimli and Gandalf thought he was.

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"I do not directly manipulate. Only observe." Well, that was the half-truth of the century. Wilhelm was the king of chessmasters, so much so that other chessmasters could likely learn a thing or two from him. But Legolas was referring to outright mind control, which was something Wilhelm was not capable of. Otherwise, he would have never needed to torture Shion.

"Perhaps I was vague," he elaborated. "The collective unconscious is made up of all mortal minds. It is not a singular entity."

[itsabodysuit]

[It was Shiro that came here, of course...but it wasn't who stood before him now. She plain, apathetic expression clearly showed Wretched Egg, taking his glass and taking a sip before spitting it out and dropping the glass.

"Does it look like I give a fuck?What do you need Shiro for this time, asshole?"

[oforder]

[ Wilhelm doesn't seem even the slightest bit phased. Watching the Wretched Egg throw down his glass, spit his wine out, and throw things around... well... it's something he's used to at this point from people like Margulis. ]

And yet, here you are.

[ He adjusts his position in his chair, and places his chin on his fist. ]

The same thing I need you for.

[itsabodysuit]

[She steps on the glass, breaking it up.]

Leave her alone, you asshole. You know the only reason she's allowed around you is because your bloody head will be mine one day.

[oforder]

[ Great. She's making herself bleed. Why must her feet be bare? Wilhelm truly doesn't feel like seeing his room be destroyed right now, but it can't be helped. ]

You have promised this before, as have many before you. You know by now that it is an empty threat.

[ Wilhelm leans forward, folding his arms across the desk. ]

I am patient enough to wait for you to figure out my intentions in time. I know you will, eventually. I have foreseen it.

[itsabodysuit]

I can promise she never comes back. [A smirk.]

[oforder]

[ That Wretched Egg grin/smirk from hell always does get to him. Of course, Wilhelm is a professional at never letting that show, so all it manages to make him do is blink a few times, before finally speaking. ]

You are referring to the 'lullaby' Shiro told me of that is not present in this world. Am I not correct?

[ He finally sits up in his seat. ]

Tell me. What will you do if even you are forced to show restraint?

[itsabodysuit]

Kill the person who tries to force me. I do what I want.

[oforder]

It is not a person, per say. This tower is unlike anything you have seen before.

[itsabodysuit]

I'll fucking destroy it and everyone in it, then. Already did that with Tokyo.

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What makes you think I have not tried to do so already?

[itsabodysuit]

It doesn't matter. I will destroy.

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I expect nothing less.

[ Wilhelm leans forward again over his desk. ]

Have you not considered that I brought you here, hoping you would do just that?

[ ... Is he being serious, or is this reverse-psychology? ]

[itsabodysuit]

I do what I want, and I don't care what you 'hope' I will do or whatever the hell you want. And I'm not staying here very long. [Smirk, blood suddenly becoming a hurricane from her foot and heading straight for Wilheim.]

[oforder]

[ Unfortunately, Wilhelm could have seen that coming the moment she stepped on the glass. Unfortunately, there isn't much he can do except for erecting a grav-barrier in front of him. He isn't worried about himself; he can easily repair any damage she could do to him, even if it was more than enough to massacre hundreds of humans at once. He's more worried about the Compass. ]

You know as well as I do that if you want out of this world, you will have to trust me. Your powers cannot traverse dimensions.

[itsabodysuit]

[The attack buffers against the barrier for a second, before breaking through and stabbing him in the eye.]

I don't want your fucking help. I'll just force you to open my dimension and kill you. You need to die already. God doesn't exist.

[oforder]

[ She's gotten stronger. Much stronger. Wilhelm allows the winds to break through, removing almost half of his face. And yet, he's still sitting perfectly still, despite half of his face being missing; there is no blood pouring out of his body, no destroyed sinew, no gory mess. Just light pouring out of half of his skull. ]

You should know by now that death is not a concern to me.

[ He sighs, leaning what remains of his head against his fist. ]

Though if it is of any consolation to you, that was painful.

[itsabodysuit]

[Her smirk fades, going into a dissatisfied look, eyes narrowing. She still wants blood, every time.]

I don't care. I love the blood, the sight of brains on the floor, bone everywhere. Not some fucking light show. But your pain does please me.

[oforder]

My body is not the same as yours. You will not get what you want.

[itsabodysuit]

Then I have no need to come out again, not unless you hurt Shiro. [A snarl.]

[oforder]

Now, why would I want to hurt her? Or you, for that matter?

[ Wilhelm's entire head starts glowing, and a few seconds later, his entire head has reformed, completely healed, as if nothing had even happened. ]

My interest in both of you is not of the same nature as that of Sorae Igurashi, or of your 'director.'

[ As he says this, he casually reaches for his glass of wine, and casually finishes it, despite the fact that a few seconds ago, half of his head is missing. ]

Have you truly not figured out why I continue to speak with you?

[itsabodysuit]

All of you want to study us. You just fuck us up. Or you want to fight us. Or destroy us.

[A growl.]

[oforder]

All at the same time?

[ He looks legitimately disappointed. She really doesn't know, does she? ]

If I recall, it is you who is violent towards me. I had thought I was perfectly polite to you. Both of you.

[itsabodysuit]

I have no reason to believe you won't just snap one day.

[oforder]

[ Oh, that amused him. ]

Truly? You are not projecting, are you?

[itsabodysuit]

None. They always bribe Shiro to get to me. To get to both of us. She's too easy.

[oforder]

You forget that I want both of you. You and Shiro.

[itsabodysuit]

I have no reason to believe you.

[oforder]

You have plenty reason, at this point. You simply choose not to.

[itsabodysuit]

LIAR! [Slamming her hand into the desk, likely breaking both the hand and the desk.]

[oforder]

[ The Compass of Order and Chaos shudders a bit at the impact, but Wilhelm isn't even remotely impressed. He blinks at her outburst, noticing her suddenly deformed hand. Of course, he knows all about her healing factor, so he isn't worried. ]

Liar? Have I not shown kindness to both of you?

[ Wilhelm leans forward a bit, dangerously close to her. ]

You - both of you - are essential to my plans. That is why I will not harm you.

[itsabodysuit]

[She swings at him with her other hand, her broken hand starting to make sickening noises as it fixes itself.]


I know there are some sick fucked up people out there. And who says you aren't one of them? Whatever you do, you just need us for that one purpose, and you'll leave Shiro alone. And I will break [Grabbing his neck with her hands, both fixed.]

This pretty little neck.

[oforder]

[ Her other hand would simply collide with an invisible barrier of polarized gravity; it wouldn't hit anything solid, but the moment her hand passes through the barrier, it would meat an insane amount of resistance, slowing it down until it was practically frozen in place. ]

That is a very strange conclusion to reach, my dear egg. And why would you believe it is only one purpose?

[ However, the barrier falls just as she reaches for his neck. He makes no attempt to stop her, and allows her to strangle him; although, despite the pressure on his neck, he can still speak perfectly unobstructed. And she might even notice he's not breathing. At all. No air is even leaving his lungs as he speaks. ]

I believe you have already tried to do so before.

[itsabodysuit]

The point is--[squeezing tightly. Even if it won't kill him, it'll get rid of that tension.]

You'll use us and throw us away.

[oforder]

[ Even with that would normally be considered a trachea on a normal human being clamped down, the point of light pouring out in finger-shaped holes caused by her, he is still perfectly capable of speaking. He's barely even flinching. ]

Throw you away?

[ He then does something very brave, or very foolish. A hand comes up to her cheek. ]

I could never do that. Not to you.

[itsabodysuit]

[The second the hand touches her, she turns her face to bite it, and then throw him against a wall, breathing heavy.]

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! [Someone's pissed.]

[oforder]

[ The hand doesn't even flinch as her teeth make contact with it; the skin breaks. But she'd likely taste something very strange. ]

You still deny it.

[ He allows her to push him backwards, but he doesn't go nearly as far as she likely hoped. ]

[itsabodysuit]

I HAVE EVERY RIGHT! [Spitting and pinning him against the wall.]

I want you dead.

[oforder]

Is that so?

[ He makes no attempt to resist her. ]

You and so many others.