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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 24, 2014 20:27:25 GMT -8
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E-Z- "I ain't ridiculous, fool!" )) Torraighn- "There are none such as myself. Many are the same as each other, more are unique."
It flew them into a bank of what looked cloudish, and the spirit world beyond that disappeared.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 24, 2014 21:11:51 GMT -8
((I wondered if that was coming. ))Trevor was less intrigued by the newly cloudy surroundings, and his focus was back on Torraighn's visage.
Trevor - "Ah, I didn't intend to imply that there isn't individuality. Though, my referring to all spiritual beings collectively was awfully broad. Anyhow, if it isn't too abrupt, I'll take this line of discussion as a segue into my first question: Of the variants of spirits, are there certain common ways they come into being? For example I have only seen spirits that take on forms that resemble earthly items, beings, or elements, with yourself included. Can spirits be shaped by earthly influence?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 24, 2014 22:37:56 GMT -8
((....yet still you asked...)) Torraighn- "Spirits are born to spirits are born to spirits, some are born of patterns or images of reflections of patterns, some are far beyond me. To understand spirits, is this what you seek?"
It slowed, leaving them adrift in relative nothing, waiting.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 24, 2014 23:05:23 GMT -8
(('Cause that name is "Eazy". E-Z is a transit pass. ))
Trevor - "Precisely."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 25, 2014 2:37:38 GMT -8
((if it looks like I'm about to try to be funny at you, remind me i shouldn't)) Torraighn- "..."
They plummeted out of the clouds and streaked toward a green land at fantastic speed. His vision exploded with detail as they stopped, lines in a slow twirl. The spirit had taken him to a fairy realm of some kind, but not fully within. Its hands clutched his shoulders and he saw his feet dangling in the air above the scene...
Below there were swarms of tiny spirit creatures, reminiscent of what he could see in the mall lobby, but different for the setting that was giving rise to them. The flocked through the air near mindless, motes of life simple and abstract. As he studied the scene, he could tell they were springing into existence and evaporating at same time, over and over again. Possibly some were surviving, though it was impossible to tell amid the chaos, but it looked like the average one lasted a few seconds.
Larger fairy creatures fed on them or ignored them, living as if this cradle of life was of no consequence whatsoever. The ground was a swamp, the land and water covered in rings of mushrooms where the reeds didn't dominate. Looking farther, farther still, trying to take in every bit of knowledge he could glean, he could see that this place was very close to the material world - some unknown darkened wetland. Were the animals giving rise to these things in some way? He couldn't tell.
Torraighn- "There is more to see. Have you seen?"
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 25, 2014 3:06:06 GMT -8
((When were you being "funny" at me? It's okay 'cause I totally missed it. Onward, then! To the place of spells and fairies!))
Trevor - "I see that these spirits are every bit earthly as I. It would be a pleasure to stay here even a moment longer, but I'm ready to move on."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 25, 2014 15:38:29 GMT -8
((for the seventh time in three pages, the person with the forum's highest Charisma score figures out the best possible phrasing to annoy me. moving along indeed...)) Torraighn- "Very well!"
The folds of cloth like rough canvas enveloped him then ripped away as the creature took flight again. This time the sky darkened around him enough that he felt he may be slipping back into the material world, remembering its reflection in the pond below, but he was not.
The silver void peeled apart revealing a sea of stars and stranger pseudo-celestial bodies, seeming quite still despite their mad flight. Torraighn started spinning, perhaps just to break up the monotony of the immortal night, perhaps to put Trevor in a different state of mind.
They broke through an unknown boundary of endless sparks into a fiery orange sky and Trevor felt his gravity upend. They swooped over a city of dull iron buildings and labyrinthine alleys and belching smokestacks, coming to rest on the lip of a building, between chattering cigar-chomping gargoyles. Torraighn gestured to the tone city square below, where throngs of ghoulish beasts were cheering at a spectacle.
Condemned spirits were being lashed into a stockade on a high platform, with heavy blades suspended above their necks - a mass guillotine.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 26, 2014 9:27:03 GMT -8
((Wait whut? I think I misinterpreted something. PM me if you think it's important.))Trevor knew not what to make of this new vision. Was this just for show, or could a spirit experience death? He watched in silence as events unfolded.
Trevor - "..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 26, 2014 15:48:54 GMT -8
((nyet... more of the same, not worth it.)) Torraighn- "Do you see?"
A horn sounded, the metal fell, and crowd was ecstatic. Heads rolled forward into a trough and blood flowed like a pulsing waterfall. It was quite realistic though it didn't arouse hunger, which made it tempting to let his spirit sight get more abstract. He could see that this was all symbolic, as was everything of this world, but that the execution was a powerful enough symbol to end the immortal lives of even spirits. The idea of death dispersed the idea of life, and the mingling blood took on the fecund character of that swampy water - a potent source of potential life, but an unstable and fleeting one. Were spirits being born within it? He could not tell, but the teapot-headed nuns in the front row were scrambling to drink it, and being rebuffed by oni with bisento.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 26, 2014 16:11:11 GMT -8
Trevor - "Do you know what this is for, Torraign?" Trevor asked while keeping an eye on the scene.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 26, 2014 20:37:34 GMT -8
Torraighn- "Mortals understand life from death. I will show you beginnings and endings. There is more."
They took Trevor by the shoulder and took to the sky again. As the spot was vacated, a toothsome gargoyle leaned over to pass a bag of fried knucklebones to his comrade.
The spirit didn't take Trevor far. Elsewhere in the same city, they flew through bank of bitter smoke down into an alley. A lizard-tailed cat leapt up and out of the way, and Torraign gestured to a filthy window.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 26, 2014 22:40:56 GMT -8
Trevor looked intently into the window, looking past the grime.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 26, 2014 23:04:25 GMT -8
Inside, cruel looking demonic creatures in leather aprons labored intensely over heated instruments. Some were moving around loads of heavy material, others hammering or blowing bellows and so on. They seemed to be smelting the corpses of spirits and turning them into something else, like a mineral perhaps. It was hard to make a more specific sense of the things he was seeing.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 27, 2014 0:18:02 GMT -8
Trevor is reminded by the sight of how taxidermists of the past centuries would create hoax species by piecing together different animals. However, Trevor knew from the nature of this journey to watch for signs of life in what was taking shape.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 27, 2014 0:28:24 GMT -8
In examining the mineral, he couldn't see anything he recognized as life - but then he realized that the existence of a spirit is so malleable a thing that in this state - bereft of all identity and animation - there was at least some small potential for life. And more than that, the boundary between this mineral and as powerful a spirit as Torraighn was only a matter of degree, like the way a human is ultimately a pile of minerals with an exaggerated sense of its own importance. Torraighn- "Do you see? There is one more."
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