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soul_campaign2012-02-21 12:32 pm
dissenter) wrote in soul_campaign2012-02-21 12:32 pm
001 (jan. 27) / video.
[good afternoon Death City. hope you aren't tired of new arrivals yet because here's another one.
it's hard to tell where exactly this particular old bespectacled man is recording from because most of the screen is taken up by the biggest hat in the cosmos. don't be intimidated, though! he seems friendly enough, though his attention constantly flickers from his unseen audience to a point just beyond them -- as if he's almost more interested in the communicator itself than who's behind it. the quiet muttering doesn't help.] A mirror, eh? Curious choice...
[right, he's supposed to be talking to people. whoops! he blinks, starts, and smiles apologetically, refocusing.] Ah-- greetings. My name is Qilby, and I am an Eliatrope.
[an awkward, expectant pause as if he's hoping that by some stretch the term should be familiar to someone out there. or maybe he's just hesitant to address his next point.] ...I don't suppose I'm the only one that finds it rather tragic that by bringing us here and giving us these new abilities, they've stripped us of our powers that arguably could have been more useful to help end this conflict. And now we must figure out how to harness an entirely new set of skills... Well. They say you can't teach an old boowolf new tricks, and I doubt I'm an exception. [and his smile at his own "joke" implies that he is a very old boowolf indeed.]
That aside, I'm more than willing to try and learn. Tell me, how have people's experiences been? I'm afraid I haven't had to fight a war in a long time.
[and at that, he looks very tired.] A very, very long time.
it's hard to tell where exactly this particular old bespectacled man is recording from because most of the screen is taken up by the biggest hat in the cosmos. don't be intimidated, though! he seems friendly enough, though his attention constantly flickers from his unseen audience to a point just beyond them -- as if he's almost more interested in the communicator itself than who's behind it. the quiet muttering doesn't help.] A mirror, eh? Curious choice...
[right, he's supposed to be talking to people. whoops! he blinks, starts, and smiles apologetically, refocusing.] Ah-- greetings. My name is Qilby, and I am an Eliatrope.
[an awkward, expectant pause as if he's hoping that by some stretch the term should be familiar to someone out there. or maybe he's just hesitant to address his next point.] ...I don't suppose I'm the only one that finds it rather tragic that by bringing us here and giving us these new abilities, they've stripped us of our powers that arguably could have been more useful to help end this conflict. And now we must figure out how to harness an entirely new set of skills... Well. They say you can't teach an old boowolf new tricks, and I doubt I'm an exception. [and his smile at his own "joke" implies that he is a very old boowolf indeed.]
That aside, I'm more than willing to try and learn. Tell me, how have people's experiences been? I'm afraid I haven't had to fight a war in a long time.
[and at that, he looks very tired.] A very, very long time.
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[It may sound haughty and rude, but if it does he is not aware of that. Hades simply does not think that mortals can still hold his interest any longer than a few moments.]
Mortals with their emotions work all the same. It is not interesting if it is repetitive.
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[a pensive look. wonder what the connection between the two is supposed to be...] Perhaps there're other gods for you to pass the time with?
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The noisy fly, my brother and the pet are gone.
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[an interesting thought -- that a god turned mortal could fall in battle. what would happen to their domain then?]
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They have not ended - I would know if they did.
[Incidentally, his thoughts have been straying in a similar direction albeit for a different reason. He and his youngest brother have always formed two sides of an important balance; with one removed, the other should fall to ruin as well. Yet he is still here and there is only mild disarray where there should have been desolation.]
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I'm sorry. Though, it's probably better for them back in your world than it is here. [maybe for them, but not for this guy, it seems.]
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...each god is one and the only in our world. Each is an existence that is unique.
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[it's interesting, though. if qilby had parents, he never knew them either. and his siblings -- apart from his dragon sister, shinonome -- were only that in name, not blood.
maybe he's a god too.]
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[The only form of loneliness he is aware of is boredom. It had been boredom that made him return to those he deemed interesting and why he was playing his little games with them. Apollo's reaction when he had confronted him with the truth about the true nature of his most beloved twin sister had been ...fun.]
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[hah! joke!]
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And if you -- as a god -- are a shadow, then what exactly is it that casts you?
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[he looks skyward momentarily, then, quietly:] Goodness, where does it end...?
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But if even gods can bow to a ruler, surely there's something even higher than the highest of the gods-- and something higher than that, and so on. Does it ever end? It's a little hard to fathom.
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It ends and begins with me.