The Lay of the Land-Katsumiki

[Katsumiki]

As he spoke, the female took a sip of her tea listening to him. Well it seems it only had a bit of research on Messors, but what exactly did he have on them? Perhaps he could answer a few questions she had about her species. As he continued she merely listened keeping silent until he was finished. So he had a whole network set up from the sounds of it. It wasn't that he had given up going into battle, he had just made things easier for himself. Nebulas finished off his milk and tucked his nose back in Ailis' lap. The tiger was extremely uncomfortable with being near this man, but he was doing his best to hide it. Ailis on the other hand was quite intrigued by Nicodemus. While he seemed to be as powerful and terrifying as the stories, there was something about him she just couldn't figure out.

"You said that you had some research on Messor Angels correct? You don't happen to know where we came from do you? If you ran across us in an ancient tome, then perhaps there is more information out there on us. For whatever reason, no one among our race knows where we came from. There isn't a trace of information on our past. Not to mention they are scrambling to figure out how I came into existence. Supposedly it's happened before where a Messor was born with white wings, but it's not exactly a common thing." The female stopped herself when she realized she was rambling about her race. Nebulas even gave her a small growl in warning, but she tapped him on the head. Ailis took another long sip from her tea finishing it off and setting the empty cup down.

[Linx]

He listens intently as she speaks, voicing one question that caused him to frown. "They've all forgotten their origins? How interesting." he pauses to think for a few moments. He was mostly trying to decide how much to reveal to her, how much of his own information he'd be willing to reveal, and marveling that they hadn't created something to suit them. Most species seemed to like to believe that some god somewhere had created them specifically, usually for some specific task. The Messors it appeared, were willing to go on into oblivion with no explanation for how they came to be. How strange. How many generations had it been since they'd been brought into existence? It was hard to recall, not that it mattered. Time became jumbled once you lived long enough, and everything seemed to blur together. Ah well, it didn't really matter. He brushes away the thoughts as he finishes his drink, setting it aside and steepling his fingers before him, peering at her over his knuckles.

"How curious that they'd forget their origins, and not decide to create some fanciful tale to explain it. How very curious indeed. Hmm, no matter. The Messor Angels were created from a biological experiment by someone seeking to create an angelic army, as an insult to true angels in the process." he says, trying to remember exactly why he'd created them. Probably boredom. "They were created to be a war like and powerful race, a race of enforcers if you will." he said, shrugging lightly. "As for a Messor with white wings, yes, it has occured several times in your race's history. Many theories have been circulated amongst those that know of them what it foretells. A harbinger of their true purpose, a leader, a genetic anomaly, and so on and so forth." he says, shrugging once more. [color=red"Does that satisfy your curiosity? Or do you perhaps have more questions for me?"[/color] he asks, a light smile playing along his lips. He had to admit, he was finding this time enjoyable. Save for the tiger he wished to make dinner of, of course. Yet the naivety of youth was refreshing to him, let alone the novelty of something that knew of him and willingly endured his company. He found it rather endearing.

[Katsumiki]

After she asked him about her race's origins, he was quiet for some time. Had she upset him? When he finished off his drink and leaned forward, she realized that wasn't the case. But it was his words that really caught her attention. They were a biological experiment? That couldn't be true, could it? Messors were created as an insult to true angels? Powerful beings of war? They had everything wrong. But this isn't what she had learned about. The female sat back in her chair expression blank as she tried to process whet he had just told her. Nebulas even nudged her stomach and she didn't move. After a few moments she blinked and locked eyes with Nicodemus. "So you are saying we were a biological experiment? That...That is truly amazing." Ailis muttered softly as she let her fingers run through Nebulas' fur. "Someone must have known about our past, that's why they didn't create some dumb story for everyone to believe." Nebulas purred the words as he tucked his head further into Ailis' lap.

When he mentioned how many believed White Winged Messors to be leaders, she couldn't help but laugh. "Leaders? White-wings are leaders? More like freaks. Every single white-wing I have heard of has been kicked out of the Messor community, myself included. Not that I minded too much." The female caught the attention of a passing worker and ordered herself another cup of tea. She didn't miss the light smile on Nicodemus' face. Well at least he was enjoying their time together and trying to not kill her. After their first moments, she was certain he was going to leave her lost in whatever it was he had done before. "Hmm questions?" She paused for a moment as she studied him. "How is it that you know so much about us? I know you said you found that passage but did your knowledge really come from that information? I mean you are a common urban legend among Messors, but how can that be?"