Eto rolled her eyes when listening to the little esper lose her mind to all the comments attributed to her. It didn't surprise the ghoul however, as humans didn't have this ghoul-like mentality, where such grave circumstances can be shrugged off as mundane events. This was quite normal to Eto, though frankly she never went about killing four million people on a whim, genocide was a requirement for her to obtain this level of power. Maybe one day Ruiko would embrace the monstrosity of nature that she was and eventually make the step forward to being that alien's work of art. The half-ghoul chuckled at Ruiko's endless need to justify herself while trying to guilt trip the most unfeeling being in the room.
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Damn, if we don't say sorry we'll get Nagazaki after Hiroshima?"
Still pressing the pre-teen's buttons, the foul idea of death was visibly just a joke to Eto. It didn't help with their image, sure, but at least they'd be feared that way. They were scarier than the Conquerors, or at least they tried to convey that idea, and it appears to be working quite well.
But then Ruiko seemed to have enough. Not too surprising as well, even Eto would find all of this a little bit fishy and question the authenticity of their own words if such an attack occurred. Luckily, they had information they just couldn't pass even if they had just murdered their families. The half-ghoul licked her lips and let her Kakugan, the black right eye, stay active as she recalled the piece of intelligence she was to exchange to a group of people for very specific things in return. With Yamori's bad habits in mind, she'd crack her left index finger with her thumb that pushed it down, the articulation popping hard enough to catch their attention as Banha also agreed to pull back.
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Hey, you're right about needing allies buddy."
As Banha focused on Ruiko and whispered to her, he'd had very little time to realize Eto would have went to grab his own free arm. He grip was atrociously tight, as if she was going to crush his forearm in any second. The Ghoul look at him however, as he seemed to have run out of gas in terms of combat, and the soldiers wouldn't attack with him so close. The only danger was Ruiko. Plus she was kind of the star of this scene, so all soul piercing gaze from Eto's kakugan was directed to the young girl.
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Especially allies who'd be willing to share a thing or two about the true entity behind the Conquerors."
She'd grin, giving a quick look at Banha before releasing him and taking a step back. They wanted a reason to talk, they had one. The intangible edge the Outliners had on everyone, their ability to have immenses intelligence gathering forces and certain military assets that could serve this purpose to the fullest.
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As you said, you guys don't stand a chance against them~ But all that can change if you're willing to listen."
All they needed now was Muffet to open the portal and the Ethereal to give a more reasonable version of what was said, or not. The fact of the matter was they didn't need the Imperium. If they lacked information, they'd fall faster, but it would also be one problem down and the Conqueror crippled. Giving this information would just switch the roles slightly, or maybe even just make the Conquerors even more crippled upon barely winning. As insane and sadistic as Eto seemed, she did successfully lead the Aogiri tree since the age of 14 for a reason.
If the Ethereal's natural functions included the necessity to sigh after witnessing such scenes, it would, but alas it was beyond such pointless reflexes. Between needless taunts and the compulsive need to justify such actions, the most important aspect of this interaction was generally being ignored. While Banha sure seemed to consider the Ethereal to be the only voice of reason here, the alien saw the same in the otherwise vulgar and somewhat unorthodox Yakuza. He was rather weak alone, sure, but he did remind the Ethereal of the group of soldiers in XCOM that tried to stop it during the Old War. They failed, but they presented great potential.
They both seemed to question its reasons why it was affiliated to such a group, with people completely lacking in objective views. It itself didn't quite understand why these individuals were conferred such power, but it had a good idea given how close it could get to the Envisioning One. Unlike some typical villain, it was going to give them a clear cut answer, one that would possibly strip them from this distracting need to see every single actions the Outliners made with these morality glasses Nova seemed to encourage wholeheartedly.
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It is simple. Their ideals and their methods are the most compatible in complete such an immense task. The Imperium stagnates in its morality and optimism while the Conquerors would be quickly bested by their greed and arrogance. It only took the four founders of the Conquerors to lay waste to the first Imperium. It only took Eto's affiliation for us to strike them where it hurts. There is a clear difference between the destructive nature of the Alliance of Conquerors and our members' display of power."
The alien explained the best it could for Ruiko and Banha to comprehend. Slowly, the psi-lance vanished into particles as there wasn't any signs of hostility from the two and their soldiers. They also seemed to abandon their pillage in hopes to prevent a rather brutal retaliation. The overlord made a full U-turn to return within the labs and dismissing the Berserkers it summoned.
Eto put the goods on the table, information only she, Cyano and the Ethereal knew, and all of them had a particularly strong immunity to having their minds read. The secret of the Conquerors' leader's identity, and whatever details they could fish out of that being through Ultron's main body hard drive. It wasn't going to depart before the Imperium Diplomats' response would be clear. The Banquet wasn't going to start until Eto had what she wanted anyway. It would simply add.
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There will be no unprovoked conflict during this session. It would be senseless to dispose of you when we intend on offering tools to achieve a common goal. Surely, you will see the opportunity this interaction can represent."
Bambietta Basterbine
Arcadia-2, Crackwhore mom mode - Fake Kolon acquired@Absolis@Lmpkio
As she prepared the Terminal's portal within the alley, she'd notice that whatever she was holding wasn't as furry as it was before. At first she'd just prod the young man's arm, unsure as to what she was touching until she'd turn her head to find out she had acquired a male teen. Bambietta froze, completely confused about life, her eyes wide open and her cigarette just dropping on the asphalt. Either the Kolon had a human form or this was just another piece of bullshit she'd have to take care of because life sucked for Bambi.
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Who the ... You know what? Fuck it."
She didn't bother to do anything about it, this was just way too annoying for the pyromaniac of the Dark Outliners. Preparing her foot, she'd swiftly deliver her most powerful attack. Her boot would violently smack the boy's crotch, her accuracy being enhanced by the fact that she still held his arm. The effect would be predictable and she'd let him ravish the terrible agony alone as she'd let go. By then, she'd realize she had kicked another Kolon. Bambi's brain would make a few very difficult connections before she'd notice that it could have very well been the real Kolon she had kicked.
She dashed back out, not feeling bad for the Kolon but rather herself for all the extra effort she had to do in her shitface state. When she'd emerge from the shadows, she'd notice more teens that dressed similar to the guy she initiated in the sufferings of life. They all fell except for a couple of them because of the Kolon. As she'd step closer to inspect, that is where she'd notice some edgy looking kid just smothering the thing out of nowhere. Bambietta's head boiled in fury as she just had enough of this stupid world for the rest of the day.
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Oh for fuck's sake."
What Konoha would have coming would be the ultimate blow to even his kind. Her cooldown was over, she could deliver her final attack once more. Coming from behind while the boy known as Konoha would still be cuddling the Kolon, Bambietta's foot would be shoved right up his posterior, smacking his balls in the process. She made sure that she had hardened her foot and boots with her Blut Vene enhancement, just so he could get the perfect dose of testicle rearrangement. Maybe even have his voice completely modified through this cruel process.
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Zoophiles, ugh. You, we leave. Now."
She complained while pointing at the Kolon to follow her. She still seemed like the grumpy white trash woman that kicked the little Kolon before, just waiting for the social services disguised as over the top teens to stop her. Her eyes scrutinized the random kids around, notably one without any clothes. By then she didn't even question why or how. There were giant monsters fights, a four armed alien at home and her boss by a crazy cannibal that turned into what they called an 'owl', even though any sane person would remark that her Kakuja looked nothing like a fucking owl.
