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definitely not a failure - Scion - Jul 23 2020 Ruby-Beta fulfilled its duty - guarding the tunnel, staying close to the Master while he tested the human, not daring to watch what he was doing and instead watching carefully and guarding his task. Of course, this gave it the wonderfully perfect opportunity to rest, laying down on its stomach and just watching. No need for any serious training, no need to hunt or to push itself. All it had to do was watch and protect. RE: definitely not a failure - Vargas - Jul 23 2020 He was studying the chrysalises when Ruby-Beta called him: examining their size, their sheen, looking and feeling for the distant heartbeats within. They were growing well; he was pleased, and eager to see what would result. At the call he turned, pacing a few steps toward it, peering down the tunnel. "Here," he barked, and waited. Ruby-Beta, if he'd recognized the voice; meaning that perhaps it intended now to report on its absence and the like. Vargas was not particularly worried about the explanation; perhaps if there hadn't been so much going on he'd have focused more on it. That wasn't to say he'd excuse misbehavior or irresponsibility but it did mean he wasn't as focused on it as he might otherwise have been. The looming menace of Lord Dhracia (threats and promises, teasing and death) lurked at the edge of his awareness. He would listen to what Beta had to say and decide without real emotion--as he always did; Vargas was certainly a practical sort. Or maybe it was coming to him for something entirely unrelated--he would see. @Ruby-Beta RE: definitely not a failure - Scion - Jul 24 2020 In the panic that had consumed it since it had awoken some time ago, Ruby-Beta hadn't stopped to consider that Master Vargas had other things to worry about. All it could think about was the distant threat that had been hanging over it for cycles - succeed and live, fail and be remade. It very much would like to continue living, and it also very much would like to impress Master Vargas, for the sake of impressing him, and it would very much like to not fall behind its peers. RE: definitely not a failure - Vargas - Jul 29 2020 It had 'fallen into hibernation after hunting?' Vargas stared at it, half-incredulous, half-amused. Of all his creations, Ruby-Beta had certainly been the laziest and this was right on the mark for its behavior, but falling into hibernation accidentally? Was it such a lazy creature that it just went in and out of its chrysalis out of sheer slothfulness..? "It had best not happen again," was all he answered, mildly, but there was a deadly edge to the words. He had no way of politely explaining to Lord Dhracia that his first spawn just went to sleep for cycles whenever they felt like it. She wouldn't accept that. Hell, neither would he, on his own; they had work to do, and that sort of thing was unacceptable. If mildly hilarious. But like a father whose child had tried to eat a bee, he had to pretend anger more than he felt, if only to dissuade such hilarious, but dangerous, idiocy later on. 'There's a number of useful skills that I've taught myself, to be used at your disposal.' Vargas was about to ask, when it offered to explain, and he grunted and dropped heavily to his haunches, looming and waiting. "Your skills will be used by yourself, at your disposal, and at your discretion, depending on your assignments. Do report, yes," he added. An asinine and completely arbitrary correction? Absolutely; but at the same time there was, as with everything Vargas said, a point to it. Ruby-Beta would be expected (that correction said) to use its own judgement and intelligence; it wasn't going to be pointed like a bow and absolved of all decision-making responsibility. ...Of course, for that it'd need an assignment; and for that Vargas had to know just what the hell it was capable of actually doing. Hence this whole, 'report' thing. to note, vargas had waited for ruby-beta to approach, if that got missed--definitely a power move and deliberate so LMK if I need to address it, or if ruby would have come to him RE: definitely not a failure - Scion - Jul 29 2020 Beta felt a shiver down its back at Master Vargas's veiled thread, some of its quills rattling a bit nervously. But it only offered a nod and a sharp, RE: definitely not a failure - Vargas - Jul 29 2020 Vargas listened, for the most part in attentive silence, though now and then his interest was piqued enough for him to interrupt the report with a comment or a question. The mention of Imp (easily-enough recognizable by description and... behavior) being "taught a lesson" perked Vargas right up, and he looked curiously at Ruby-Beta. "-Did you kill it? The blind one, I know it." Twice Champion; Vargas viewed the thing with mild hilarity (it had been a sacrifice to stay on Nemean's good side, more than anything) but he wasn't sure if he'd be disappointed or pleased that it was dead. If it was, at least. He made mental notes of the magic mentioned--the detection, the darkness, the whispers, the traps. They sounded useful, and he nodded slightly as the list finished. The mentions of disguise and toxins earned further, slight nods, and another interjection. "The poison is a good thought. It is always wise to have another backup that does not rely on fickle magic." There was faint disdain in his voice, though it wasn't directed at Ruby-Beta; Vargas had simply always relied on his own physical abilities, finding magicka far too chancy to rest the value of his life upon. He made a note of the large mantis, though nothing more than that--he had no immediate use for such a thing--but the Monoceros mention had him flinching. "And are the dragons angered?" he asked, and the irritation was gravel in his tone, obvious now. "You should have reported directly back here in case you were required." He'd taken care to leave them alone, bar Desert Rose's brief scouting foray. How far back had their progress been set..? Six toxic eyes narrowed, though, at the mention of the tiny dragon, and sudden interest sparked in Vargas. "The child; the small dragon. You would be capable of capturing it, then?" he asked. He assumed this was the reason behind Ruby-Beta's mentioning of it--in particular the mention that it thought of Ruby (and not the other way around) as a 'friend.' Vargas mused. It could be a way in; if the dragons were problematic, a hostage might be useful. For now, though, they would need the dragons' aid with opening the way past the Golem, and Vargas valued that necessity--for the caves' greater good, and productivity--far over the usefulness of dragon blood in his work. In any case, he already had something close enough, for now--though time would tell if Bloodstone, or the as-yet unhatched creation, were actually any good. The mention of the other two were only mildly interesting--Vargas had already had reports of Azrael, for one, and master magic-users were a dime a dozen in these caves. It never interested him as much as physical combatants. "Do you have any use in mind for either of them? Plans?" he asked, nonetheless, interested in what Ruby-Beta itself might have thought. It was a test as much as a question; it was gathering information on usefulness, but what did it see coming of that knowledge? Did it have any idea of tactics, of strategy, in long-term planning; or was it for now (an also perfectly acceptable response) simply reporting what it had learned? "As for what you have been practicing--with magic, poisons and the like--have you yet had any successful hunts--not against Lessers? Kills?" he went on. It was a patient and considering question. It was good that Ruby was reporting now; it was good that it had focused on its training, and had a list of things to report. But thus far from a practical standpoint, it had hunted a blind creature, and run from a dragon. Vargas boiled it down to that, and wondered if it had actually proven itself a fearsome predator at any point, or if it were still in the very beginnings of its training. @Ruby-Beta RE: definitely not a failure - Scion - Aug 25 2020 Beta had mixed feelings about Vargas's reactions to its reports. It was pleased that he seemed to approve of some of its antics - the training and the hunting - but its angering of the dragon, and not reporting in right away...yeah, those were mistakes. It shook its head at his first question. RE: definitely not a failure - Vargas - Aug 25 2020 Forgot about this thread--a MONTH! gonna immediately wrap it up b/c my headspace is now in august!! He mostly just listened, offering a grunt or a faint nod now and again in acknowledgment, tucking this information away for future use. He had no plans for any of it, not yet; but he made mental notes of what might be useful and for what purpose, should any of it become required. The baby dragon, as bait, or as leverage. The cat as spy, information, an open doorway. The four-armed creature as reproduction, or as guard. He was about to speak when Ruby-Beta went on. 'If I may, Master Vargas...' Vargas listened, sitting down, staring at Ruby Beta from his hulking position; no expression gave away his disappointment, his faint disgust. When it had finished speaking he was silent for ten entire seconds, wondering why the creature thought this way, and how best to explain why it was so wrong. "Listen to me very closely, Ruby-Beta," he began at last, speaking quietly, deeply, his words slow. "There is a way the caves once were, and this is the way they must return to. That is our task; to return the caves to that state. It is why I have been made a Master." A long stretch of silence... "Each creature served a purpose. Some were spies, or watchers, Overseers like myself. But most were... monsters. Beasts. Things to test, train, and if they proved worthy, allowed to survive. To spawn, these spawn sent against our enemies. But the weak? The unworthy..?" Vargas turned his head only slightly, gesturing with the faintest movement of it toward te exit to Canis. "You need only look to Canis to see what became of the failures. No; any of these 'Gembound' who die to a half-trained, mid-sized predator have no business surviving. We do not, and will not, need them but it is more than that; if we simply did not need them I would be content to let them be. Let me make this clear: if this cave is left full of the weak, the whining soft things of this new era, then this cave will be considered a failure and we will be wiped out. We must create the strong, and if that means culling the weak to get there, all the better." Vargas paused again, studying Ruby-Beta closely. "If you find that you hold mercy for them, that is not a weakness. But to allow it to stay your hand when you must act; that is weakness. Leave those you think may have potential; and I am not instructing you to wander out and kill. Not by any means. But be careful how you think of them," Vargas finished, quietly. "Are we clear?" The Master pushed up, then, obviously preparing to leave: "I will think over what you have said. In the meantime, you will report to Orthoclase-Alpha for further training." @Ruby-Beta RE: definitely not a failure - Scion - Aug 25 2020 Yeah I'm so sorry about that, I totally understand. Ohhhh, no, it'd messed up. It had really messed up. The ten seconds in which Vargas was quiet was the longest ten seconds of Ruby-Beta's life. Its heart was hammering in its chest. It really had to open its big fat mouth, it really had to think beyond what it had already been told, try to come up with its own, gentler opinions. But there was no room for that, was there? Dammit, why did it have to think that way? RE: definitely not a failure - Vargas - Aug 25 2020 'I understand,' and if that was not a lie... Not deliberate, no. But it was a polite mouthpiece that spouted the words it knew Vargas ought to hear, and he at least respected its respect toward him; but... It did not understand. It could not; that was not its world, and it had known only softness, despite what it might think. Indolence. It had not had to watch for murder, from all sides. To hear of torments and tortures far beyond this era's understanding. If it were unlucky, it would come to understand--and it would cry for Vargas' brand of 'cruelty.' It would come to see how death could be a mercy, a kindness; how there were far, far worse things in this place than that. exit Vargas |