Part 6 (Alex) - Chapter 5
Form and meaning unraveled in the void, where symbols were as true as the things they represented. Time ceased to matter, just as space did. A battle raged; a battle she could not possibly win on her own.
The other wished to frame it in terms of Equestria, of ponies and spirits and magic. Alex refused, and so gave the duel form in another way. A human way.
Archive saw a roadside diner, right out of any number of 1950s era movies. It was late at night, and she pulled up to escape the wrath of a torrential downpour outside. The diner had a covered parking area, so she wouldn’t get any more hail-dents so long as she took the time to rest. She was fiercely hungry, and so elected to brave the wind and the rain enough to make it to the door. Even under the covered parking-area, she was soaked before she reached the entrance.
She was dressed for the period, just like everyone else. Under her thick raincoat was a green skirt and white blouse brought in above the waist. Archive had never been a human female before, but she didn’t even think about it then. That was just the way it was, just as she was back in time and in a diner because that was the form she had accidentally wrought upon the dream. There could be no arguing with it. Her skin was pale again, just as it had been. Her proportions modest, just at the beginning of womanhood. Only her hair showed sign of the truth beneath; it was the exact same shade as her mane had been. Instead of poodles, her dress had her cutie mark. She didn’t notice that either. After hanging up her raincoat in the room full of other storm clothing, she passed through into the restaurant itself.
She felt strange to be visiting alone in the middle of the night. It seemed like she should have company, perhaps a father or a brother. Yet she had none, so she would have to act strong. There were a few other patrons in the diner, all looking like they had come in for the exact same reason she had. She saw a huge blind man, a dog sitting beside him on the ground with a leash, speaking to what looked to be relatives in hushed voices. There was a couple at the bar, drinking wine from tall glasses. She hadn’t known public drinking was legal here!
There were others. A young man sitting alone had put down his book to stare at her, though his expression seemed more flattering than unnerving. A little black-haired girl sat beside her father, yawning between sips of a huge strawberry milkshake that he occasionally took from her to refill.
Too late to turn around now, the waitress had already noticed her. The woman was taller than Archive had ever seen before, with skin as dark as bark and hair even greener than Archive’s. It did not seem strange here. “Out a little late, aren’t we?”
Alex wanted to collapse and let the woman hold her. Somehow, she knew she would. She didn’t, though. She was an adult. She had to act like it. “Yeah. I didn’t mean to come; I’d rather be home. I think I got lost on the road somewhere.”
“Didn’t we all, sweetie.” She touched Archive on the shoulder, then picked up a menu. “Follow me. I’d rather take you somewhere else, but there’s only one seat available.” She started walking towards the back of the restaurant, where there was apparently a banquet hall. Even though the room outside had been filled with strangers, Archive found herself missing their company. It felt better not to be alone.
The banquet hall was unlit. A pale figure sat in a chair at the corner, staring at the wall. A huge meal was set before him, a feast to fill every spot on the table. It was almost as though the table had been set for fifty, all prepared and ready to go. Then, without warning, they had all gone.
Archive supposed the figure was male, though it was hard to tell for sure with the shadow. “Can’t you do something about the lights?” she asked, even as the waitress pulled out the seat across from him. “It’s so dark in here.” She thought it strange the figure didn’t rise when she sat down, but didn’t have the energy to make a scene about proper manners this late at night.
“Not much.” The woman took an unlit candle from the next table over, one with the oil wicks, and set it down next to Alex. “I’m afraid I don’t have a lighter. You look like a clever girl, though. I’m sure you can handle it.” She took Archive’s drink order, then departed, leaving her alone with the stranger.
“You cannot stop me from claiming you.” As her eyes adjusted to the shadow, Archive saw the figure across from her, all dark suit and attractive features. She had never seen a face more handsome or dangerous in all her life. Mostly dangerous. She had liked the look of the young man in the lobby much better. “This obfuscation merely delays, and not even any meaningful fraction. Within the demesne of the mind, time is lightning. If you think to delay me long enough for your ‘friends’ to escape my reach, you think in vain.”
“I know.” Archive looked at the table. Much of the food here had been good. It was expensive looking stuff, much nicer than she would ever expect to find in a roadside diner. Alex saw a heaping plate of law, arranged beautifully by the chef. Someone, doubtless the man across from her, had taken a single bite from one corner. The entire thing had deflated into a squashed mess. Functional, but disgusting. She pushed it aside. All her favorites were already here, waiting for her. Civilization was the main course, arrayed on several large platters. One looked like something foul had been dumped onto it, while the other looked as though rot had spread from the single missing bite, making the whole thing reek of mold and decay.
“Your race is strong-willed, but not so strong as the love-sucking insects that live in rock and slime. We could not abide them, for they did not bow. We tried to change them first, but they would not bow, so we fought to exterminate them instead. Your weakness promises a kinder fate. Your dead civilization will have new rulers.”
Archive found a little plate of technology, still glowing in parts despite the man’s best efforts to spoil it. She reached down with her spoon, selecting only the good parts, and taking them in one gigantic bite. After the horror of the storm outside, after the cold and the weakness, that one bite felt wonderful.
Her dining companion shifted in his seat as he watched her, shoving over a nearby plate in agitation. Archive felt a brief surge of annoyance as the food went all over the floor. She hadn’t even had a chance to see if anything on that tray of friendship could be salvaged or not. “Be grateful for your death. When I take you for myself, when I change you, they will change also. There will be no need to exterminate them anymore. They will serve us, as is their place.” He paused, a flicker of anger in his dark eyes. “Well, perhaps some of them. Your servants spoke to me of living humans that abide in secret places despite the advent of magic. I will extract their location from your mind before I erase it. I will cleanse them with flame and crystal.”
“Maybe.” Archive’s drink order arrived, a very strong pot of coffee. She took one long swig, then reached out and swapped out her plate for another, most precious of all. It had no name she had ever known, not until very recently. Yet she had always known it was her favorite, somewhere deep down. The waitress looked approving as she left them to their meal. “Maybe not.” She opened the little pot. The grains inside had been scattered and arranged absurdly, like the pot had been held upside-down. Yet none had been soiled and none had escaped. She sprinkled them on her coffee. “I don’t think so. I think you won’t find another host strong enough. Someone mortal wouldn’t work, and I haven’t invented any enchanted objects strong enough to hold you yet. My library won’t accept you. If you can’t take me, the sun will take you.”
Archive looked at her enemy then, really looked. She could barely see him now. He was just a shadow of a dream, not nearly as solid as any of the other patrons outside in the lobby. They were real. Her soul filled with pity then, for the being that had none. “And when it does, you’ll be gone forever. Joseph said you would go back to where you’re from, but… you’re not from anywhere, are you? There’s only oblivion waiting outside these walls.”
The man across from her raged in his seat, throwing his glass and several plates onto the floor. They shattered, sending food everywhere. Some of her favorite foods, too. “If I do, I’ll take you with me. There can be no victory for you, human. At least in servitude I will let your existence continue, whatever shred I permit to remain.”
“I thought you could.” Archive set her cup down. The coffee had been fiercely hot, warm enough to heat away much of the chill she had brought in with her from the storm outside. On a whim, she stuck her candle into the dark liquid. It was so hot the wick caught in a rush of blue and sizzling green. She set it down beside her on the table, and the man recoiled several feet, outside the range of its weak little flame. “Before you took me here, before I saw what you really are. You were so strong. You forced people to do horrible things. I think-” She whimpered, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand. “I think you killed a good man right in front of me.”
“Maybe you are all those things, maybe you’re strong. But it doesn’t matter.” She bared her teeth, flashing white in the candlelight. “If you really knew me, you wouldn’t have come to Alexandria. If you really knew me, you wouldn’t have even come to my planet.”
“You?!” That sick laughter came again, awful enough that Archive felt more of her food going bad. This was her feast, she realized more and more. It hadn’t been set for anyone but her. This man hadn’t even been invited. “Helpless, primitive child race! Defenseless, magicless, soulless! You are nothing to me. I’ll sweep you and your kin away like dew!”
Archive didn’t feel angry, even though she knew the words the stranger spoke were not true. They were so far from the truth, there was no reason to get upset. He was like an infant, wailing that he had been denied a sweet. “Child? That’s hardly your place to judge, stranger. It’s true, I don’t know anything about magic yet. But I’m learning. If you think I won’t, just look and see what I did with just three years to prepare. I survived the blow meant to kill me.” She leaned closer to him, narrowing her eyes. “You do not know me. I have survived far worse than you. I’ve watched my planet freeze, watched my villages crushed by glaciers, been hunted by predators a dozen times my size. I’ve seen sicknesses that turned whole cities to carrion. I’ve lived in every climate, from the scorching desert to endless perpetual snow.”
Her hand tightened on her knife as she began to clean away the filth from a dish of mercy. It was still warm; she would have to make sure she kept as much as she possibly could. As if summoned by her work, she felt a little hand on her wrist. It was the child she had seen in the lobby, black hair and bright green eyes. “We have the mirror ready, Archive. The basement is lit up.” Then she turned and skipped away.
“You come here, you find me harder to control, and you don’t even stop to wonder why. I will tell you, stranger. Not only have I conquered all those and much more, I faced an enemy greater than all of them. I faced myself. You think you’re cruel? I cracked the elemental code of my world, only to purify those elements and pour them down from the sky, killing hundreds of thousands. I stole the fire that burns in stars and used it to burn my own kind into shadows on a sidewalk.”
“Yet for all that and worse, for cruelty the likes of which you could not even imagine, there was also light. I took poison and turned it into fertilizer, and transformed the inhospitable to fruitful. I mapped the sky, and left the bounds of my world. I ended wars and sent my children home safe again. Though I was sometimes cruel, I more often chose kindness. Though I was sometimes spiteful, I often chose friendship instead. Though my world fought to kill me, I abandoned despair for hope.”
“You cannot own me. You cannot change me. I have no destiny but my own, and I choose to keep it.” She rose to her feet, gown billowing about her legs. “You are not welcome here, Odium. Not here in my mind, not in the minds of my children, and not on my fucking planet. Get out.”
Her imagined battlefield began to crumble as the demon that was far older than Alex surged upon her to take away her mind and write her anew according to its own desires. If she had been her old self, there would have been no fight at all. No mortal could stand against darkness that old and that filled with hatred. But behind the being named Archive was a fifty thousand years of struggle, of a daily war for survival. Fifty thousand years of cruelty, fifty thousand years of kindness. Alex knew little. Archive was sixty billion lives of invention and discovery and knowledge. By those terms, it wasn’t much of a fight.
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Bravo Archive!
And hooray for a third LPoE story!
Odium did done goofed.
Archive should have been called Legion then, no?
for they are many! 
A very interesting ending point, but its true, when you view what and where everyone came from. Its certainly something else.
I wonder where Alex was in the Diner, since the little girl was most likely Lonely Day and Archive was at the table.I find his absence interesting.
I really loved this chapter. Every single thing about it.
First off; Damn Zutcha, your humans are so freaking adorable! I though the ponies were, but damn man, they are neck and neck for Most Adorable Characters.
Secondly; the diner scene makes me think of Daniel, Oma and Anubis
And finally; Archive, you are awesome. This was by far one of, if not the best reflection on human past, achievements and failings, that I've come across.
Eh, not really a fan of the 'power of humanity' preaching. I can't see humans being crueler than Odium. After all, it hasn't had a chance to really flex its power on a large scale.
I'd pity Odium if it deserved any. Humanity's lack of magic is not a weakness. It's not even an accurate assessment. We make our own magic, both literally and figuratively. Really, something that takes the world around it and warps it into more useful states, that invents compassion and cruelty and raises both to art forms... You need a horror to fight a horror, and by any metrics other than our own, we're pretty darn horrifying.
Thank the gods for Zutcha!
You art has been beautiful on this journey, and I hope to see more of it during our third story?!
Oh Starscribe, what a successful summer it's been. I know i've already passed my thanks to you before, but I believe that slip of this being a trilogy (and that little bonus chapter for this one) is a sweet surprise that should be taken with yet another passing thanks.
"Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well."
— T.E. Lawrence
An opinion that Alex would probably appreciate.
All in all, a great end to the fight against Odium. I kind of wonder how this experience of being Archive is going to affect Alex in the future though. It seems a lot more of a full personality change than any effects we've seen before this.
On a more paranoid note, once Joe finishes with the cipher, I wonder if the fact that the group we saw were directed to Alexandria by Shadow Speaker rather than Night Speaker will suggest to them that there's at least one more Umbrum around (Sombra himself, maybe?). Really just as well they have Alex if this is what it takes to get rid of one.
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He dun goofed badly.
I love this chapter,to me it's the best one of the story so far. I think this was a very interesting way of representing humanity and Alex. I like what you have done with Alex's transformation, it's not just bam!, now your and Allicorn; but instead its that she has the power of what I guess is humanities collective spirit now backing her up. When the voice first spoke to Alex I was thinking that it was the spirit of the Earth, but from this conversation I think it would have to be something like the 'spirit of humanity'. Great job so far Starscribe, I will be eagerly awaiting the end next week. Good luck in your classes for the semester, I start next week and I know how hectic the start of the semester can be so don't worry about taking a break from posting.
Also, Zutcha your pictures are great and really add to an already great story. You defiantly need to make a patreon page.
Humanity, fuck yeah
Crushing those that think they have power over others. Always something I enjoy.
So that's that her "power" meant in earlier chapters, Archive wielding the will of humanity itself.
Hmmm...The collective spirit/power/will/etc of humanity...Nice...
Edit: My god! She looks downright adorable...just as much as her pony self...
A 50s roadside dinner? Now there's a classic setting for this confrontation.
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Pony Alex aside, she's pretty cute as a human too.
I'm really curious about all these patrons in the dinner. Random fellow diners, or representative of certain someones? The waitress sounds like the spirit of Earth or something like that, the kid is probably Riley. The guy with the book, Oliver?
What a metaphorical meal this is.
That's an fascinating bit of (potentially secret) history on the Equestrian side. I wonder if it's known over there that Odium and his ilk had a conflict with the changelings?
Cleanse with fame and crystal? Interesting.
Oh yeah, Odium made a big mistake in trying to screw with this planet.
Or any planet, really, given how much success his kind apparently hasn't had on Equestria's, either.
So the kid was Riley, I had a feeling about that.
Oh hell yeah. If I wasn't reading this while eating lunch in a crowded cafeteria I would have stood up and cheered. That was awesome.
All hail Archive, Princess of Knowledge and Wisdom.
Heh. There may be more chapters coming than I had thought, but this was definitely not an anticlimax.
A bit cliched? Maybe. But after everything Alex and everyone else have gone through, getting to see humanity be awesome literally as a whole is, well, awesome.
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At least he died well.
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Nah, but this was! I mean, I guess on some level we kinda know what happens next. Still, I think next week should make things much clearer. As we mozy-on-down to the end of the story.
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And to think, she only ever wanted to be called Alex. : (
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Can't stop the meta! That's why I waited until the end of this current chapter to say I was adding more. I didn't want to alter the meta way people were viewing things.
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I would've been! Instead, I'm just adding a whole part. That way nobody's in a rush.
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Put a few Ethereal Blooms down, and you should be good to go. They just haven't got that far in their research yet.
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Yup! Ten points to Gryffindor!
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Those things could happen. Pretty sure everyone would hate me forever if I did that, though.
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Oh yes. Very yes.
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Alex was playing the long game. She wasn't done yet. Even now we haven't seen all her plan yet.
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I tried! In the end, my solution was: Don't do it in that few words at all.
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YOU'RE WELCOME. YOU'RE WELCOME
In all seriousness, I get super frustrated with stories that take a long time to finish. When I started writing, I vowed not to be one of those stories. So here we are.
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Well somebody had to. Actually, we didn't see very much of what was happening thanks to the limits on Alex's perspective. She was very focused on one thing and not very focused on anything else. I have a feeling we'll get to see far more of what was actually happening when we start shifting perspectives.
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I thought about making it seem like it had worked for longer, but decided against it. Shooting something like this just shouldn't have been enough, no matter what the circumstances.
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Riley is best queen!
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She wouldn't be able to do her job of remembering things for earth very well if she was stuck in a back with a fallen dark god forever.
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I suspect we'll see this question answered in detail in the upcoming Interlude.
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Mainly because the alternative to waiting every day for an update would be not getting anything until I finish the story (which still hasn't happened). Works in the publishing industry, doesn't work well on the internet.
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I really, really haven't read it. I have played the fallout games though. My inspiration for Odium actually came from the Dresden Files and applying some of that to MLP's existing canon.
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I can't tell you how much the artist gets a kick out of these comments.
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If I recall, that didn't turn out very well for Smith in the end.
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Depends how good a job you do and how well the immortality is portrayed. Any story involving someone starting as an immortal would go into that folder right away no questions asked. But any story where immortality was hard-won and tastefully portrayed? I wouldn't throw it out of the canon right away. To my knowledge, there are currently two authors who ultimately want their characters to end up this way, though only one of them is going to do it in a traditional Equestrian way.
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Sorry! I drove all day yesterday without any sleep, so I had lots of sleeping to catch up on today.
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Unless it was less literal. Like the form Archive took, that might've represented Alex since she was a little sixteen-year-old and not some old god-monster. Or it could be something else.
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Thanks! I was really, really proud of it after coming up with the idea. Not easy to write, but... well worth it.
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I'm really glad somebody got that! Really, really glad. >.>
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I don't think Archive was really talking about humanity's power. She first talk about its ability to endure hardship, then about its cruelty, and finally its kindness. Those two examples Archive used were both from recent history: the use of chlorine gas in the first world war, than the use of nuclear weapons in the second one.
She's like a rattlesnake telling Odium "don't tread on me." I was very careful not to use any comparisons to ponies here, because I don't think that would be fair. If anything, she's preaching that humans are a mixed bag. Not just kind, not just cruel, but both. I'd say that's a pretty fair assessment.
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I hope so too. The art makes things so much more fun!
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That could be what it means! Wouldn't want to solve all the mysteries in one story when there's one left!
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She's got an unfair advantage with the artist, that's for sure!
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Thanks! I really, really wanted the final confrontation to not be a physical fight. Not that there wasn't one in the last chapter, but... so often in MLP, the "final fight" doesn't involve any blows. That's how it was in the last story, and that's what I wanted for this one too. Really capture that authentic feel, even if the place and the characters are different.
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Took us a while to get here, but I'm glad it was worth it. Now we'll get to see everything else that happened during that time, now that we get to switch perspectives. Alex's was kinda limited, given her focus on Odium.
"“You are not welcome here, Odium. Not here in my mind, not in the minds of my children, and not on my fucking planet. Get out.”
Hahaha, oh, that's a good line.
6367974 Starscribe and Zutcha are best ponies!
6368486 Well yeah, but
had me raising an eyebrow.
I'm guessing you were getting a lot of "Where's the chapter?" comments and message?
Can you explain to me exactly what happened here? The dreamscape/metaphorical/ nature has me a bit confused. I get that Alex is the Archive, but I'm pretty sure she's not had enough time to absorb everything ever written/learned/created/what-have-you by humanity at this point, story timeline-wise, nor does Alex/Lonely/Archive to my knowledge possess the ability to time-travel.
Best I can figure is that she tapped into her cutie mark/talent like Oliver tapped into his when operating on the pony, despite not having been read up on the biology of them. She somehow drew upon all the knowledge of humanity ever and became the Archive of Humanity. Effectively giving her the sum total of all humanity has learned and experienced since it first crawled out of the mud. Hence she had the sum total of however many billions of humans have lived since the race began, and put that to use to fight Odium. I don't get how she could have been planning this kind of confrontation like this in advance.
If I'm right, then that means she basically knows anything and everything now. She could do any sort of work necessary to ensure Alexandria's prosperity... and even help the HPI design more powerful/efficient shields... or find a way to alter them so that they could live without them being necessary at all. Although there is still the difference between knowledge and Wisdom so that could come into effect.
If you could clarify me exactly how all of that happened I'd be very appreciative, even if you need to send it via PM to prevent spoilers from being here in the comments.
Edit: Glad to hear you're not ending it right here. That kind of ending would have been very, very off-putting... and probably rage inducing as well.
6368486 I remember that you are a Stargate fan, so I figured the homage was deliberate. Hopefully it doesn't end in a 'locked in eternal conflict' solution.
Soulless? Magicless? Maybe by your standards, Odium. Or maybe you just hate us because we create magic. Accidentally. That sort of free-wheeling creation just doesn't sit right with your iron-hoof worldview, now, does it?
6367955 Cruelty from the likes of Odium is of a different class, because that's all it can do. That is its very nature. Human cruelty tends to be more lamentable because, especially in this day and age, it's simply unnecessary- a vestige of our tribal nature, huddling around the fire, terrified that the tribe by the other fire is going to come kill us and take our stuff so we'd better go do it to them first.
However, as you can see from the fact that there's eight billion of us on this little ball of rock and we're not slaughtering each other for scraps of food, we seem to be doing a fair job of shedding that vestige.
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That may be so, but that's no reason to say Odium, a creature made of hatred, is less cruel than humans, who are only occasionally hateful.
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Confirmed.
You Bojack'd that swear in real well
6368736 I don't think it implies that humanity is cruel in general but rather to their enemies they are capable of being as cruel as it takes to get the job done.
6368920 There's no debating humans can be very cruel... but it's made of hatred!
WHoa, now THAT is an unexpected victory!! Just when I thought hope might be lost, you create all this! Bravo!
Well done.
6368960 Made of hatred is not cruelty...there is a saying somewhere about "Human have mastered the Art of Cruelty."
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How much do you want to bet that saying isn't comparing humans to other intelligent creatures?
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6369728 No...They USUALLY go hand in hand. Not always.
Do you even know how cruel a human can be?
Have you heard of the horror stories that has happend in real life?
I have a few...Though, most of them are during war time.
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Yes. And I find it unreasonable to assume that Odium isn't worse, given just what it is.
6369889 Cruelty lvl depend on how creative the cruel person/people are
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... I am now torn between really wanting to try and feeling I don't have the chops to succeed in both criteria. *strokes chin in contemplation*
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Well, you're welcome to drop me a PM if you'd like to hear my take on how it would work. It might inspire you, or it might confirm that it's not a story you want to write. Or maybe it won't, I dunno.
I won't explain in public, though. Spoilers and such.
Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe we have a Badass Boast on our hands.
Strap yourselves in. This looks to be a bumpy ride.
... the young man...
My new OTP is Alex/Oliver.
... Well, not exactly Gaia... but still, fairly awesome.
This spirit, this, concept, or a race, 'Humanity' called Archive, is very interesting, she represents everything Humanity has done, strives for, has lived for, and done. She is the best and worst of Humanity, she doesn't distinguish good from bad when it comes to her race. Only what is necessary for them to survive.
This Odium, he really didn't know what he was getting into. This is the combined years of hate, kindness, war, peace, destruction, creation and all the more that exists. He was a simple greedy mind with a goal, this was an entity that embodies the right of survival and life.
... Is it really a wonder why she would choose her Avatar to be the pony with the talent of preserving humanity.
Heh...
... Also, you snuck in Equestria Girls, DAMMIT!
Can't argue with the power of the atom
That... wasn't Alex. Not really. She was acting as a host for something else; something far more fundamental. For a few moments there, she was humanity itself, a single avatar of all we ever have been, the greatest achievements, the most grievous mistakes, the foulest crimes and the grandest blessings. Everything, in other words, that we have ever been and ever can be.
So... You can't master magics like that without there being consequences. I wonder if Alex now has a meeting to come with her sponsor and to receive the fitting punishment that comes from an achievement such as hers.
"You've come such a long, long way!
And I've watched you from the very first day..."
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I honestly think Alex was trying to intimidate Odium out of a conflict. Maybe even out of mercy, fully expecting she would be the winner and that Odium's fate would not be good when that happened.
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I'll try to answer, though I won't talk about the things that the story itself will answer as it winds down. There are plenty of things that it will go into that will help explain what's been happening. Don't nobody reveal this spoiler who doesn't want a more detailed explanation of what happened in the chapter.
I know the scene is hard to understand. I was writing about something beyond the scope of ordiunary humans (including myself!) so I had to resort to metaphor. The only other option would've been a season-four-esque battle of the century. I think we've seen enough of those, so I wanted a different angle.
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Eh, didn't stop Daniel from coming back over and over. X.x Make up your mind Daniel. Do you want to live with the ancients or don't you?
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And to think, Alex's OTP used to be Alex and Sky...
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At least she doesn't have weird proportions! And she's not from Equestria! Technically...
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The first day was just a few months ago! Whoever's been watching wouldn't have to watch that long.
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Damnit.. Now I'm hungry for those breadsticks...
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An understandable misunderstanding. I wasn't talking about Celestia or Luna when I spoke of Alex's 'sponsor'. I'm tlaking about the person who delivered the smack-down to Odium in this chapter.