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animus_network2013-06-02 09:30 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in animus_network2013-06-02 09:30 pm
Gather around
*It's a recorded video. Enoch stands before the terminal. He eyes the screen before taking a breath and beginning to speak.*
Shall I tell you a tale, Animus?
In another world, there was a dark and foreboding tower with no name, ruled by seven Fallen Angels. Heaven sent a man to capture these rulers, but in the three hundred years this man searched for them, the Tower built its own story. Inside the Tower, people thrived, and enjoyed a life of luxury and abundance in beautiful, otherworldly lands. Each level was as its own world, and had beauty all its own. Even the land of cold steel and eternal lights was breathtaking in an eerie way. But all was not as wonderful as it seemed. The people lived luxurious lives surrounded by beauty and wonders, yes, but when they died, their souls did not ascend to Heaven. They were taken from their rightful course and sent to The Darkness, to sate the gluttony of the demon prince Belial. No one seemed to know this but Belial himself and a resident of the Tower named Ishtar. Ishtar heard the voice of God, and knew that the Fallen Angels were not to be trusted - she gathered followers. It meant severing their connection to the safe and the familiar, to spurn the luxury of trust and plenty and ease of life. It meant turning their rulers against them. But...
*Enoch pulls something from his pocket - something small. Those who look hard enough might be able to catch a faint green glow before he closes his fingers around it, and a strong female voice speaks.*
They became the Freemen. The Fallen Angels became angry and rebuked us. I knew then that God's Word was true.
*Enoch's fist lowers, and he continues.*
But the Freemen knew the truth. Ishtar died in battle against the children of the Fallen Angels, who were in such misery they ate one another to end their brothers' pain. But she left behind prophecies. Messages that outlived her, to aid the Freemen that had sworn to follow her. The prophecies promised Ishtar would return to save them, but until then, they had to work hard to survive when those who were as gods in the realm were against them. And then, when the time came, they surely would not stand by while the resurrected Ishtar fought alone.
That is the story of the Freemen, a story that I did not know of until my own intersected it. Do not forget, Animus, that there are always stories other than your own. Thank you for hearing me.
*The recording ends, showing Enoch sitting at the terminal, feed live to hear responses.*
Shall I tell you a tale, Animus?
In another world, there was a dark and foreboding tower with no name, ruled by seven Fallen Angels. Heaven sent a man to capture these rulers, but in the three hundred years this man searched for them, the Tower built its own story. Inside the Tower, people thrived, and enjoyed a life of luxury and abundance in beautiful, otherworldly lands. Each level was as its own world, and had beauty all its own. Even the land of cold steel and eternal lights was breathtaking in an eerie way. But all was not as wonderful as it seemed. The people lived luxurious lives surrounded by beauty and wonders, yes, but when they died, their souls did not ascend to Heaven. They were taken from their rightful course and sent to The Darkness, to sate the gluttony of the demon prince Belial. No one seemed to know this but Belial himself and a resident of the Tower named Ishtar. Ishtar heard the voice of God, and knew that the Fallen Angels were not to be trusted - she gathered followers. It meant severing their connection to the safe and the familiar, to spurn the luxury of trust and plenty and ease of life. It meant turning their rulers against them. But...
*Enoch pulls something from his pocket - something small. Those who look hard enough might be able to catch a faint green glow before he closes his fingers around it, and a strong female voice speaks.*
They became the Freemen. The Fallen Angels became angry and rebuked us. I knew then that God's Word was true.
*Enoch's fist lowers, and he continues.*
But the Freemen knew the truth. Ishtar died in battle against the children of the Fallen Angels, who were in such misery they ate one another to end their brothers' pain. But she left behind prophecies. Messages that outlived her, to aid the Freemen that had sworn to follow her. The prophecies promised Ishtar would return to save them, but until then, they had to work hard to survive when those who were as gods in the realm were against them. And then, when the time came, they surely would not stand by while the resurrected Ishtar fought alone.
That is the story of the Freemen, a story that I did not know of until my own intersected it. Do not forget, Animus, that there are always stories other than your own. Thank you for hearing me.
*The recording ends, showing Enoch sitting at the terminal, feed live to hear responses.*
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Of course not. Dreams are very important. Dreams can inspire someone, can move them, can show them something they hadn't thought of.
But even if a dream has nothing else of worth, sleep would be rather boring without, wouldn't it?
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[ Something this tower proves, but if anything, she thinks she's living in a better way here than back home.. ]
So they can give people strength when they don't have any themselves.
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That's a wise thing to say. When reality is too sad...
*And that expression becomes wistful.* ...you need something to help, a dream or a goal...
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[ Suddenly her voice doesn't sound as blank as usually. There's something more normal and genuine breaking through it. ]
I couldn't run away forever. I couldn't end it all. There's so many more beautiful things out there to see, so you've always got to keep going to see them.
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Suddenly, what he thought might have been in modern terms a learning disability was instead layers and layers of emotional armor, hiding a past troubled by the worst sort of self-doubt...he feels guilty for the conclusion he'd reached but (thankfully) never said aloud. Her attachment to Kidou was suddenly not childish clinging channeled dangerously through a budding adult body but the emotional myopia of trauma and doubt. And that reminded him too much of himself. Could he stay sane if he found Lucifel's name in the graveyard? He could only be glad his mind directed madness inwards instead of outwards. No one but he would be hurt if he lost Lucifel.*
...I'm glad your dreams saved you. Life is indeed beautiful...
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Being alone is sad, isn't it? And people leaving you hurts a lot too. It's so incredibly scary to think of, but like this I'm fine.
[ Since she has Kidou. ]
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[ She hasn't talked with anyone about this before. Why? Maybe it's just too painful, thinking about it. Maybe it's since nobody asked, so she figured nobody would care. In the end she didn't even tell Kidou.. ]
My parents are very busy. And.. [ .. other people kept leaving her, although she always took it too personally. ] .. I guess people don't like me a lot.
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*Well, going crazy with a chainsaw aside. He could only assume this was related to her comment before about how sad it was when others left. Was it a misperception, or were people not willing to befriend her because of the conclusion he'd originally come to about her?*
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But having nobody is worse. That's why you have to keep hoping. Why you have to keep going. No matter how many times you're hurt. *His voice breaks a little as he speaks. This is a personal matter for him, too.*
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[ His words hit hard - they make the possibility suddenly really, really clear that maybe Kidou won't always be here, maybe he'll be sent back home to his destroyed world and.. what then..? Can she go on by herself? No way, right..? It'll just be like that time before, even though that only was a month.. ]
It's scary..
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*He knows it sounds like "time heals all wounds", which is why he says it. For him, time's healing is when he's lived so much of it it's pushed out of his memory. Or maybe it's more analogous to scarring.
Either way, he knows it's not the way others are, and he envies them their ability to shake off death and separation at times. When he says it, however, that is not what he refers to. Mortals don't really have "forever", after all.*
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[ She puts her hand on her chest as she thinks about it. Even right before she came to this place she met the painful memories of her past again and again in her dreams.. would that really ever end? Would she just stop hurting if she can't forget them? ]
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((ooc: The log with the prompt I promised is over here! It may take me some time to get to it though, if my speed here is any indication.))