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Post by Ace Kihaku on Jul 24, 2009 3:20:33 GMT -5
Hm..the line. A line that is not seen yet holds so much value that we all have gone to create it as a wall. An invisible wall that one may cross at any time but never will. This is that line. And who am I to cross the line? Why I am the leader of the loyalists. Though this paranoia I seem to be feeling is the very thing holding me back. It would be so easy to just take one step, to drop one hair on that line, to leave one marking of my existance to the people of the rebels. To prove that even I, the son of no man and no lady, can create a utopia in which all people, rebel scum and loyalists, can live together. But that will never happen, for both sides have a fear and hatred that is almost natural of the other.
Ace sighed as he stared at the very line he wished to remove. He encouraged it yet he hated it. He wanted it to stay yet he wanted it gone. He feared it yet he felt protected by it. It was as if it was a first line of defense but a true defense that took no prisoners and held no bribes. A line of defense that was corruptly honest, corrupt because it killed but honest because it was sin free. A thing that can be purchased but never owned. it seemed as if God and Satan had battled on this very line. Ace continued staring. "So why..." He sighed. There were no answers to this line. It had no origin, and will have no end. There can never be peace, only one side stronger then another. There ARE no boundries, only divisions across the land.
"Why does this even..." another question that can't be answered. Another cloud in a mind of an unintelligent genius. He was a dog and his advisor fetched him bone after bone. Recently he told her to kill him if he made a hasty move. He would not live long. Truely if only he could find some reason to join the rebel scum, something that he had no debates or theories against, he would. He wanted to, but he didn't want too. He could, but he couldn't. He lost, yet he won. This was the first movement of his body in controlling itself. A leader that thinks about the whole and not the individual is a smart leader. Apollo said that. Am I a smart leader? I am thinking of a whole and an individual. I am thinking of the loyalists as a whole, when in reality they are an individual. The rebels and the loyalists combined are a whole community. He was selfish yet selfless. Apollo was a person who Ace had admired, yet despised. Ace was confused now, yet he fealt all-knowing.
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 4:10:01 GMT -5
While the other party was on the other side of the line was busy being unable to make decisions he was calm as ever, knowing that one wrong move could spell demise. He was calm, breathing slowly, and trying to enjoy the day, before he saw a Loyalist standing on the opposite side of the line. He could tell by his body language, his stance, and almost anything about him, it wrenched the stench of loyalty. Nonetheless, even though he was a Tyrant, he was still human, and that was one of the few reasons that kept Tyson from destroying him from his side of the line. He looked over at Ace, his eyes slightly narrowed, as he approached the line. He stopped about three feet back, squatting down to run his finger across the sand.
"You know, Fascist...." He began, with a calm smirk on his face. "You could pass this line at any time. Do you think something would happen?"
Tyson was wearing his Rebel Uniform, Black, with Blue Accent, and two White Stripes across each of his Black Shoulders indicating his position as Leader.
"However, this sand is quite soft...it would probably absorb the sound of your fall, and no one would hear, first they would smell, weeks after the incident."
His smile disappeared, as he stood up.
"Tyrant. You stand on that side of the line because you fight for Tyranny. I'll stand over here because I fight for freedom. Thus how it begins, and thus how it'll end. Till death force our peace."
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Post by Ace Kihaku on Jul 24, 2009 4:21:15 GMT -5
"An absolute freedom..." Ace mumbled, then looked at Tyson. "Please tell me, Tyson, in 20 years when you win and take over and a second rebel group comes, what will you do? Will you fight to protect your people and stop them? You see, history repeats itself my good man. You are a leader, as am I. Are views make us seperate, make us hate each other. But there will always be a group that feals underapreciated, and that group will come to get you. Then, by fighting them you will be seen as a tyrant. Many more will swarm and spit on your very name. This is your fate by beating me. But what do I know, I'm just in the exact same position is all."
Ace definately reflected Apollo in almost every way imagineable. He talked to others with a respect that made them feel like they had the edge so it would take little effort to beat them to the ground. "I stand on this side of the line not because I fight for tyranny but because you fight for an unobtainable dream. You can only take one group into account. The group I serve was the rebellion before Apollo. And the group he served was the rebellion before that. It kept on repeating and repeating itself until..." Ace's smile faded as he spoke these words, "until we go back to normal. The cause you fight for is the same thing as the cause I fight for, but its glorified. I fight for stubborness, you fight for flexibility. You think the rules should be changed, I think the rebels ideals should." Ace sighed.
"But I'm afraid no man understands this until he steps into the shoes of the king. Rebels and terrorists are one-in-the same. Do you want to know the difference between the two of us, rebel? The real difference? You see me as a monster but I see you as a youth just trying to strive to supply the liquid of knowledge to a mind that all humans have. We all are similar in that we all have the same ideals. However, I believe that if the rebels converted to loyalists we could do so much more. You believe if the rebels killed the loyalists all will be sane."
Apollo took a step forward, being extremely close but not crossing the line. "I cross this line and you kill me, right? Yet I have not threatened you with death. Wherever the king goes his subjects follow, whether I want them to or not. But I come here not as an enemy, but as an equal youth trying to fulfill his thirst for knowledge. I come here today and am happy to find you, a rebel. I must ask you a question. Have you decided what you will do with the loyalists? Will you kill us for our ideals like monsters and tyrants, or will you put us in your perdicument like we put you in. Or will you allow us to live in harmony with you? How can you win this war without ditching the ideals you once had?"
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 4:48:18 GMT -5
"Acts to create terror, and acts to create justice are not one and the same, Fascist, your statement about the Rebels is wrong, and your view is distorted. In fact, it's so far off that it's like you've been brainwashed." Tyson said, looking at him now not with anger, but as a person, he was trying not to hate at the moment, since the Loyalist had given him respect, and it was only human to give it back. "Us Rebels fight for Justice, and Purity, but we don't do it by causing terror and fear with our terrible actions, we do it in a way that is simply of war. All is fair in love and war, but is warfare and terrorism one and the same? If it is, then by ways of calling us terrorist, you're no better than us, and never will be as long as the battle continues."
Tyson looked to his left, and his right, before he looked back on the person on the other side of the invisible wall, the line that divided ideals, freedoms, and the fate of Domino City. It was invisible, but meant so much. "But terror? You want to talk about Terror, Loyalist? How about how you and your government told us when we could eat, sleep, and manipulated us for their cheap labor, not letting us do what we wanted, stole our free will, not out thoughts, but our free will, and tried to convince us that it was the only way now. How did they do it, Fascist? They carried fear with them wherever they went, using Monsters, brutal beasts to control us with their power, and whoever disobeyed, would die. Loyalist, I saw my own best friend, swallowed before my eyes at the command of someone who is supposed to protect us, a Police Officer, someone who's job is not to kill us, not to cause chaos, but to keep the peace."
"You call us Terrorists, but yet your very organization, the thing you live for, and strive to maintain, is based off intimidation, fear, and yet, you try to call us the epitome of terror? What hypocrisy, you should be ashamed of your words, because if we were the same as you, terrorist, then there would be no war in the first place, and tranquility would rule, instead of a dawn of damnation.
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Post by Ace Kihaku on Jul 24, 2009 5:03:24 GMT -5
"You still dont get it rebel." Ace said this in a non-derogatory way. "If you were here instead of us you will do simple human mistakes. And its a pitty about your friend...though it does make up for a rebel raid killing my mother and father." Ace looked at Tyson as if Tyson had killed his parents, not random rebels. His expression quickly calmed, though. "If you were here instead of us, you would treat yourselves better then us. You will glorify your actions by saying it is for the movement. You are fighting a war that neither of us will win. History will cast the both of us as victoms when the next group of power arrises. I believe history tells the both of us," Ace said, still walking forward, getting closer and closer to the invisible line, "that leaders die for their nation or die selfishly. Well, Tyson, I have one question to ask you."
Ace did something that would shock everyone. He put his head over the line. "Can you become a hypocrite like me? Can you attack me for your own reason, like how the police officer attacked your friend. And before you say its not at all the same, think about it. The police officer had his own malicious intent of your friend and carried it out. Will you carry out your own." Ace pointed to the back of his own neck. "It's easy enough right? Kill me and get rid of everything that troubles you. But will it? You treat me like scum because of my beliefs, I have not treated you badly yet, but I seem to be the bad guy. You've made up your mind, I can see it now. You'll call me on my bluff and strike. But what will that accomplish?" Apollo's smile faded, "I should know. I had to kill the tyrant that used to run the loyalists to become the leader. And soon I will be killed so that someone else will be the leader. Maybe now, maybe not, but I can assure you that the next person in power...is far worse then I am. She will kill you all and stop at nothing."
"But you will have your satisfaction. You're ten second 'I told you so' moment. Is that enough, rebel. Well, is it? If so, then make that strike you've always wanted too. If not treat me like a human being and acknowledge that neither of us want this war. Both of us want peace. You draw your peace from war." Apollo sighed, his head still bent. "You know, some cultures call this a bow. I want you to know that though I respect your ambissions I deny agreeing with them." He waited to be struck. Something he knew that the rebels would do. He didn't know why he ever did this in the first place. Its as if his body forced him to.
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 17:44:33 GMT -5
"Fascist, as you know, this war has, ever since the Rebellion started been mostly known for Prisoners of War, not kill count. It would make much more sense, if I did something like this, if I did something like this."
Tyson quickly grabbed his collar, and pulled back as hard as he could, intent to pull him over the line and to the ground. As soon as a Loyalist was detected on the wrong side of the line, Rebel guns pointed straight towards Ace. (Assuming this is OK, if not, lemme know.) The guns looked intent to fire, and just when they were charging up, Tyson's voice rang out, "Ceasefire!"
The guns quickly put themselves away, as Tyson put a foot firm on Ace's back, not with enough pressure to harm, but enough pressure to hopefully hold him to the ground.
"Tyrant, to kill you here, would be the second most pointless thing I have ever done. Of course I'm not out here fighting for war, I'm out here, even though it sounds like an oxymoron, I'm fighting for Judicial Peace, not war. But to kill you here now, not because of the person behind you, but because of accomplishment, would be pointless. You've crossed the line, I have every right to kill anyone trespassing on the territory, but is it accomplishing our goal? No. Because we are not Rebels, and Loyalist, we are Believers in Loyalty to the State, and Non-Believers who have no Confidence in the state. We are pawns to our beliefs, and another one of us could take our place at any time. This isn't a body count war, it's a War of Attrition, and the only thing I'd gain from killing you is making your government a quarter step closer to collapse, and a Giant Leap towards blatant rage."
Tyson shook his head slightly, crossing his arms. He took out a gun, and pointed it directly at Ace.
"We both know that I could end your life in a fraction of a second, but thats not the way. The Rebellion fights for Justice, and dignity, but pulling this trigger, the easy way, is not the way to success, to doing what is right. And as we both know, this invisible line is an even greater form of Terrorism by both of us on ourselves. It's a line of fear, that one would never cross, even though death will never occur, because each side knows, it would only make things worse. A continuing loop of Hypocrisy, or in this case, a continuing Line. We're all Animals, we're just fighting over the watering hole, Domino City, in something that with reasonable compromise we could all share. However, you Loyalist won't even give us that, and that, is why we fight. I hope you learned something today, Loyalist. Maybe it'll give you a small perspective on why we fight. No Taxation, without Representation, and the hindrance that was put on us, reckless, unsafe labor, terrible benefits, absolute control, and not even a compromise of rights and freedoms, but a Totalitarian Monarchy type rule, was far too taxing to take without a fight."
Tyson took his foot off Ace, allowing him to get up whenever he wanted, putting his gun away, making sure to turn on the safety, and open the firing chamber. He crossed his arms, knowing an interesting response was coming.
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Post by Ace Kihaku on Jul 24, 2009 18:09:50 GMT -5
Ace smirked. "You remind me of someone Rebel." He stood up, still over the line. "You're going to try and beat me into submission, aren't you? I'm much more useful to the rebel organization alive, anyways. You won't kill me because you're trying to set an example. Any other person crossing this line would have died by now. You see, Tyson," Ace revealed a gun of his own, "I will not fire this gun at you. Ever. That is a promise. And I know you will only fire your gun if I threaten your people. You're going to make a fine leader, its to bad the next in line will kill you. Hm, if only you were more hospitable. Maybe I would tell you what you needed to know if I didn't feel threatened by Tyson."
Ace would side step Tyson and walk farther across the line. "You're thinking this is a wall, when in actuality it is not." He looked around, "You see, you're letting something that doesn't even exist rule your life." He looked at the automated guns. "Like they're letting your word rule their programming. Tyson, what if I offered a temporary peace treaty. We will ignore this place and withdraw the police force if you don't attack us." Ace then walked closely to Tyson and whispered in his ear.
"I have a plan to stop all of this madness. To make everyone equal. Don't tell anyone, but I am going to die soon. Very soon. Unless if you do something first. I want you to kill a loyalist for me. My advisor. If you do, I can promise that this circle of tyranny will be over. I have only recently been in power and I can assure you that everything bad that has happened here is either her fault, my mistake, or the person in charge before me." Ace smiled, "Don't tell anyone." The last part wasn't a whisper, he walked back to the other side of the line. "Especially not your...em...friends."
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 20:41:40 GMT -5
"I have no reason to trust you, why would I do anything like that? Give me one reason in Rat's hell why I should trust you, the lead Loyalist?" He said, not too loud, but enough for him to hear from his own side of the line. "What could you possibly say, or do, to convince me you won't turn your back on me, or the loyalist, and or lead us into a trap? Nothing, so why even bother saying that? More of all, why would I want to help you? I don't even come close to believing you'll end this madness, because if you did want to, she'd be dead and you already would have.
Tyson turned to him, eyes slightly narrowed. "You dislike our ideology, why would that change now? Why would you keep your promise, tell me that?" He didn't trust Ace one bit, because he was of the opposite side. They were known for thousands of lies, and why would change suddenly invoke itself upon this very moment? As he said, history in many ways repeats itself, and for it not to repeat itself the chances were almost as slim as America winning the Revolutionary War. However, there were always exceptions.
As Tyson waited for his answer, his breathing slowed. He was listening, ready to either fire a retort back at his answer, or listen intently, because, secretly, he too, was slightly tired, not of the war, but of the constant struggle to not give up ground. He wanted a solution, but nothing short of Organized Freedom he would accept. It was what his people wanted, what they had fought for for so long, Civil Rights, and to not be treated like complete and utter Animals, like Cows on a farm, treated fairly decently until it was time for the butchery.
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Post by Ace Kihaku on Jul 24, 2009 20:54:44 GMT -5
"There is no reason not to trust me. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now. That means that I have a reason to manipulate you, to mold you into what I need you to be. I'm not going to lie, you only have two options. You can let the people who you have sworn to protect die, or you can take on the ultimate burden. Hm...but I get the feeling you've already made up your mind even IF I told you the plan. You won't trust me, even though I have put my life in your hands. I have given you the oppertunity to kill me, yet you didn't take it." Ace shrugged, "It's a lose-lose for me anyways. I've done every possible outcome of this war already, and the most positive outcome will not be done simply because you can't trust me."
Ace looked at the ground, "You would have all of the power in the world, and it would repeat itself. The cycle, that is." He then stared Tyson directly in the eyes, a smile krept on his face. "But you caught me being good, didn't you? A loyalist, the KING I might add, came seeking your help to end the war and you refused it. You're stubborness clouds your judgement, just as my stuborness clouds mine. The only difference is out of the two of us, I was the right one. I was the one who knew that you could not be persuaded. You are an unbreakable person, a metal bar that can't be bent. While I am a cobra. A hypnotist of sorts that stares you in the eyes until..." Ace turned around and shrugged, then started walking off. This rebel probably wasn't listening anymore.
He didn't like this conversation from the get go. He hated being humble, he hated treating scum with respect. He hated beneathing himself to get a point across. He hated it all. He was going to die, and it would be by the hand of the very group that killed his parents. I guess I never should have believed in a third chance. My advisor was right, they didn't deserve one. She'll kill me, as to who takes the throne...hm...
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 21:41:26 GMT -5
Tyson shook his head, well, that one, that one seemed half crazy. There was no way that he could ever expect Tyson to trust him, after he had sided with the opposite faction, then come asking for relief, and for Tyson to try to go after a certain person. It was almost certainly a trap, and Tyson knew it, so why would he ever go that way? It was a shame, so he shrugged, and turned to walk away. The war, seemed to be a War of Attrition, which would never end, until both sides, ceased...to exist.
(Thread Ended/Closed)
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