How to go about this...
Chaos-Two had spent what little time they had until the next day thinking. And talking with their sibling, too, but didn't that count as thinking, technically? Either way, they'd come up with somewhat of a plan.
Thought one: Ask Vargas to be given a new job, one that has something to do with the grown members of the Chaos Forge, specifically in a therapeutic sense. Would Vargas even know that word, though? Hm. Perhaps they ought to say something along the lines of, 'providing emotional stability and support for those among the Chaos Forge to reduce yet another task placed upon you, o' mighty Master Vargas. Maybe becoming a healer of some kind would be good too-'
Thought two: Speak of the trials in Polaris and ask if such a trial could be considered for them. The more power the better, at least that's what Chaos-Two assumed. If they could boost their magic then that was one step closer to achieving the strength that Vargas desired. If they could beat that trial then that had to prove that their will was iron!
Thought three: Ask for another trial from Master Vargas himself. It was best they not suggest anything about the contents of the trial, lest Vargas get angry again.
Thought four (optional): Mention the piano palace in Cepheus and ask if visitations are possible once their isolation is over.
Chaos-Two stopped before they reached where they'd seen Vargas only a few minutes before. It was rare the Master left Draco, and so a quick cast of their 'red sense' was all that was needed to find him. Being one of the two massive creations in the cave, identifying his red, pounding heartbeat was easy. Now came the hard part.
Actually mustering up the courage to speak to him.
Chaos-Two knew that Vargas hated them at the moment. That meant that one word spoken wrong or out of place would immediately get them sent away or worse, struck. The last strike they'd suffered under Vargas' hand had been with their consent, but even a simple smack had knocked them out easily, and they feared what could happen if he decided to use just a little more of his immense strength.
He'd very nearly broken Vedette Agate-One when he'd decided that verbal discipline wasn't enough. Chaos-Two feared accidentally crossing that line.
Their ears pinned and they inhaled, shaking their head before walking forward, towards the Leviathan, towards the face that the villains of their dreams chose to wear.
Hopefully with... kinder words.
Vargas could hear Chaos-Two approaching, hear the voice calling out--and from the tone of it, it sounded like they'd be off to a better start, this time. He certainly hoped so. He had not ignored the trouble of the day before--in fact, he'd spent a great deal of time thinking over it, examining it with the revealing light of his ex-Overseer's point of view.
With Chaos-Two, he'd found a problem--the problem--and he hoped he wasn't mistaken. If he was right, it would make things much easier to deal with; it wasn't a baffling mystery as with Orthoclase-Alpha, but rather something clear and simple. The question was how to address it. And this was something he still was not decided on, not entirely, though he did have plans.
For now, he addressed Chaos-Two: he strode forward to meet it, his response booming, as always. And calculated, too, though Chaos-Two didn't need to know that.
He came to a halt, no other mention given of the disastrous prior day, his acid regard closely observing his spawn.
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Chaos-Two swallowed as he stood before Vargas, nervous and trying very very hard to remember the three main thoughts they'd singled out before all of this.
Actually, perhaps it was better if the incident of yesterday was left in the past. If Vargas would make no mention of it, then they wouldn't either. They could only strive to improve and make up for their behavior going forward.
Nervously, they fiddled with a trinket tied into their quills, a simple thing with a single colored bead and two brown, nearly black feathers, and two longer pink, purple, and blue ones. It was rather pretty, and normally they didn't just wear it around, but apparently they were accessorizing today. Perhaps to boost their confidence?
The mental health of the Chaos Forge-? The phrase was near-foreign to the Leviathan, and the look he gave Chaos-Two was little more than puzzled, but he waited it all out. When it finished, he was silent for a moment, studying it--considering its words, yes, but also all of his options. What he'd planned, what he could use, or do; how it could tie in.
Then he waited, lapsing back into attentive silence.
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Chaos-Two relaxed, feeling relieved. Vargas would let them do as they asked. And! They'd be useful to the Forge!
They thought about it for another moment,
Chaos-Two was quiet for a moment,
He eyed Chaos-Two. What was its element, again-? Light, he thought; his own.
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Chaos-Two breathed out and immediately thought to the Forge members. No one in particular came to mind. Perhaps Labradorite but they weren't sure. They'd be more suited to being an assassin like Overseer Cain, rather than a simple gardener.
Two cycles... this time they wouldn't be late, and if they were, they'd be sure to ask for an extension.
They swallowed and smoothed down their quills, excitement having made them stand up. After a moment they breathed out, relaxing their tight grip on their spells.
Chaos-Two hoped Master Vargas didn't decide that they didn't deserve the music box. It was their most precious belonging and its quiet melody helped them sleep when they found themselves restless.
He snorted at the mention of it having been stolen.
If the spawn led, he would follow--his senses already reaching out, watching warily for danger.
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Chaos-Two nodded,
They talked as they walked, laughing nervously at the prospect of being hunted down by those terrible creatures. Pretty, yes, but terrible. He'd seen them tear apart a rat that had dared to drink from one's pond, and it wasn't a pretty sight.
It was just a dip in the rock filled with sticks, leaves, and moss brought in from Pegasus to create a comfortable bed. Some down dotted the bed too, and it was neat and tidy, not a twig out of place. Ever so carefully they lifted it up, groping beneath it before pulling out a box. It was rather plain with some carvings on top, and was incredibly well cared for, with not a scratch on its surface.
Chaos-Two opened the box and turned it, holding it out to Vargas and waiting.
From within played a soft tune, the glass-covered gears and moving parts within producing the delicate melody. It was pleasant and lilting, a waltz that two lovers might dance to.
The tune the music box plays if you're curious (obviously this music box would play it much more simplified) --> https://youtu.be/R4kjlhwQjxY
Vargas grunted.
If Chaos-Two followed, Vargas would lead the way to nearish the Black Spire: to one of the deep pits Draconua had smashed from it in her birthing-rage. But it was now filled, by looks, with rubble: smaller rocks, some tiny, some big enough to prove a struggle (but still quite possible) for Chaos-Two to lift.
It was a task that could take hours. There was no seeming reason for him to assign it. It certainly wasn't likely to seem fair. And he did not explain, but his eyes were close on Chaos-Two.
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