Editing The Consortium (section)

==The Consortium==

[[Image:Drawfags.jpg|thumb|right|The Consortium]]

"[[Love Can Bloom|Bloomwriter.]]"<br>
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The acrid words echoed off the concrete walls, muted ever so slightly by the paint and ink writ upon them. The central figure gazed behind her paper mask, before cocking her head.<br>
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"You have failed, once again."<br>
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There were other figures, behind the table, stirring in the dark, settling themselves down to watch the spectacle, of the chosen writefag's ignominious end. He huddled before them, stripped of words and will, sullenly staring down. The first, with the paper mask leaned forward, betraying no hint of emotion, "Why?"<br>
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"It was too much," he finally whispered, and at this tittering swept the Consortium, pregnant with mockery, inciting the writer to stumble to his knees to hiss back, "You've all gone mad! I may have followed along, but this, this is too fa-"<br>
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A stroke of a pen lashed across his back, causing the weak writefag to cry out, the crackle of broken metaphors ringing out like so much cereal underfoot.<br>
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"Be silent. Your cooperation is unnecessary," the paper mask leaned back, "Our plans shall still proceed apace."<br>
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"You-" The writefag crawled forward, in a puddle of ink, "It's...none of them will go with it, none, a human and [[Eldar]] breeding, it's, I'll, I'll-"<br>
"They already have," the writefag's pupils dilated, as with a final word whatever hopes he had were quashed, "They've named her [[Lofn]]. Take him away!" she imperiously commanded, "Throw him in the Mi-go vats, along with the other garbage."<br>
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"After all I've done!" Wheezed the pathetic figure, as the vast bulk of a [[Necron]] Lord and the Commissar dragged him off.<br>
"All you've done?" The mask turned, to gaze one last time on the doomed one, "You misunderstand. You were an experiment, a test, to see what effect writing would truly have - and it only confirmed what we knew all along."<br>
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"All anyone pays attention to are the pretty pictures."<br>
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One last cry echoed through the room, then all was silent. Another irritation removed from the Consortium's agenda.<br>
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"Did he give you much trouble," remarked the paper masked figure, idly scribbling a dark haired figure across part of the table.<br>
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"None at all; soon as he dropped in the water, there was a quite a, heh, red BLOOMing in the water!" The [[Commissar]] grinned around at the room, but his joke found no hold. He gave a glance to the Necron beside him, but found nothing there either, "It, uh, it, eh, forget it."<br>
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The both took their seats, awaiting for the central figure to call the meeting to a close.<br>
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With a final slash, a thin line of a pursed lip, and the [[-4 Str|woman]] cocked her head in consideration - no. She shook her head, rubbing out the scratchings with her thumb. Not nearly good enough.<br>
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"Gentlemen, my thanks for helping me tend to this matter - I would have done it myself, but I felt it would be best if all knew of this decision - after forming our bloc, it would be imprudent to complete such acts without everyone being aware of it. I am as beholden to the rules as any of you, and I am just as willing as any of you to see that any obstructions to our goal are eliminated. I fear though there is little else that needs doing, I ask only that Jeanstealer, in the care of lolcron, be taken to sup/tg/, to see our wishes fulfilled there - I have no orders for the rest of you, you are all doing admirably. There is no revision necessary, save-" And at this the woman's paper eye fell upon a small, nervous, well-endowed girl who shriveled in fear under their leader's gaze, "...Strange." The head conspirator stood, her voice honeying the words with subtle meaning, "Must have slipped my mind. No matter."<br>
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"The Consortium is adjourned."<br>
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"I didn't think she'd go through with it," murmured the man, his ocular implant buzzing and ticking, glancing down to the figure underneath piles of scarves and rags walking next to him, "I mean, I KNEW there were tensions, but-"<br>
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"You presumed she valued another? Much less, a writer," the thing shuffled forward, muffled laughter coming out as clicks beneath the embroidery, "It's a wonder you've lasted this long, to presume our Great Leader has empathy."<br>
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"It's not- I wouldn't- I wasn't-" His protestations might have continued, had he not felt his calf pinched between the claws of his short companion.<br>
"Shhhh," The red eyes were now visible in between the folds of fabric, "Not so loud."<br>
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With some emphasis, the shorter figure looked to the corner, and slowly the buzzing implant of the taller followed.<br>
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In the corner, obscured by a veritable hillock of crayons, and the faded denim pants atop its head, the small four armed figure could be seen, shading, drawing slowly with visible intent, a tongue sticking out of its recurved mouth with concentration, a mysterious creature, reminiscent of an armadillo. But slowly, its eyes turned, gazed up at the pair caught in the middle no cover, no help. The tongue slid back into the chitinous mouth, as it slowly opened-<br>
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Then, a tap on the shoulder. The thing glanced up- the necron stood there. It bounded up, racing past it, a strange noise bubbling out of it, bounding forward past the large bulk as it followed.<br>
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The pair relaxed, breathing and enjoying air before the taller of the two whispered, "I don't know where it gets the courage to even, even touc-"<br>
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"You don't know how far it can hear," interrupted the smaller, eyes dead set on the mismatched duo retreating.<br>
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"[[Warhammer Wednesday|Hammer.]]"<br>
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The old man blinked, narrowed his eyes as he sat up, brushing off the slow, opened mouth creatures that seemed to congregate upon his person any time he held still.<br>
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"Do one a favor and suddenly you have to do them all a favor," grumbled the man, as he carefully peeled one of the wetter ones off of himself, then with a sigh gathered the pieces of it into one glob and dropped it on the floor in some disgust.<br>
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"If you hold still that long in plain sight you can expect that to happen," muttered the woman, as she sat next to the old man on the bench, brushing it clear of a particularly aggressive and spiky looking creature.<br>
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"Hmph, better n' hiding like-" The old man stopped, turned, frowned. There was a paper mask of a green figure with a question mark upon him. Hammer frowned, pursed his lips, and considered the figure.<br>
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After a time, the woman spoke again, "Yes, yes it's me."<br>
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"Oh," the man's eyebrows beetled down as he turned away, "What do you want then," he mumbled, reaching his hand into a bag of crumbs, tossing them to the gathered [[slowpoke]]s. The mostly bounced uselessly off the motionless figures.<br>
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"I just wanted to say that it was good to see you at the consortium," remarked the woman, eyes locked on the shitstorm on the horizon, "I thought you'd come around eventually."<br>
One of the slowpokes on the ground, tipped on its side cried out in surprise.<br>
"Was anon's will," the old man gave a curt glance to the woman, "Or at least what anon thinks his will was."<br>
"You make the claim of obeying anon's will?" The paper mask seemed to twitch with a smile, "After your times in the [[/b/]]?"<br>
"You weren't there!" Snapped the old man, turning with some fury before realizing who he was talking to and resettling himself, "You weren't there, it used to be-"<br>
"Oh but I was," whispered the woman, with an edge that wasn't present in her voice before, "I WAS there- do not dare to try to rob me of that. I know what was produced in those times," She leaned back, "And I wanted to make something better."<br>
The old man snorted, "Pshuh! This? Better? Don't make me laugh, just because you were weak and you couldn't get anything but the occasional fap on a tit, you rejected it!"<br>
"You came here too, Hammer."<br>
"It, it, it had changed," he mumbled.<br>
"Oh but I don't think it was the board that changed," The woman leaned back, the low thrum of a copter on the horizon reminding her that her time was precious, "How have your attempts to get something from anon been, Hammer?"<br>
"Shut up."<br>
The woman chuckled, the wind from the rotors causing her long hair to whip about, "Superman cramming coal into his penis." She shook her head, stood, "You'll like it better in the Consortium. Anon still gets what it wants- even if it isn't what it asked for."<br>
"I-"<br>
"Shush, and go back to feeding your slowpokes. I have a lead on where Mazed is," she said with a wave of her hand, "And try to draw a catachan!" She shouted over the din of the copter as she boarded it.<br>
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The old man sat there for a time, gazing on the slowpokes. Then he left.<br>
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An hour after that, one said, "Oh wow! Crumbs!"<br>