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soul_campaign2012-03-21 02:39 pm
dissenter) wrote in soul_campaign2012-03-21 02:39 pm
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002 (feb. 3) / video.
[qilby looks no more old or haggard than usual, which is a little weird considering the events of the past few days. if anything, he looks... energetic. tired about the eyes -- like he hasn't slept -- but he's got a bright, attentive look in them.
the possible reason for both his lack of sleep and strange vigilance is readily apparent. the table he's recording from is covered in papers -- any paper he could get his hand on -- and the papers are covered in messy, foreign letters and drawings. the one he's writing on now is visible from the camera...]
Before I forget -- and yesterday's a day I'd certainly like to forget -- I feel I owe some individuals my gratitude for their assistance. [a pointed look. white-haired broody guy, demona, natsu, hades... you know who you are.] It's thanks only to them and the rest of the city's defenders that neither I nor many others ended up a statistic in the Death City Times.
[now that that's over with, qilby taps his pencil idly on the paper before him.] I need to know something, though. Do we know what a soul is? I mean, I've read as much as I can on the subject, but... [his ever-present smile falters, for once.] Forgive me for the morbidity, but if ours are destroyed, what happens to us? I'd heard of guests who've died in this world only to return later with no memories of what happened. And I've heard of guests who've been sent back to their world, souls intact, to show up again recalling everything they'd previously experienced.
As far as us other-worlders are concerned, it seems like our souls in particular are... Almost a repository for all our accumulated knowledge and power gained since coming here. But the same can't be said of people originally from this world, it seems.
[a pause, a pained look.] I saw... Many humans have their souls removed, yesterday. I don't suppose there's the possibility of a return for them -- not like we've the privilege of having.
the possible reason for both his lack of sleep and strange vigilance is readily apparent. the table he's recording from is covered in papers -- any paper he could get his hand on -- and the papers are covered in messy, foreign letters and drawings. the one he's writing on now is visible from the camera...]
Before I forget -- and yesterday's a day I'd certainly like to forget -- I feel I owe some individuals my gratitude for their assistance. [a pointed look. white-haired broody guy, demona, natsu, hades... you know who you are.] It's thanks only to them and the rest of the city's defenders that neither I nor many others ended up a statistic in the Death City Times.
[now that that's over with, qilby taps his pencil idly on the paper before him.] I need to know something, though. Do we know what a soul is? I mean, I've read as much as I can on the subject, but... [his ever-present smile falters, for once.] Forgive me for the morbidity, but if ours are destroyed, what happens to us? I'd heard of guests who've died in this world only to return later with no memories of what happened. And I've heard of guests who've been sent back to their world, souls intact, to show up again recalling everything they'd previously experienced.
As far as us other-worlders are concerned, it seems like our souls in particular are... Almost a repository for all our accumulated knowledge and power gained since coming here. But the same can't be said of people originally from this world, it seems.
[a pause, a pained look.] I saw... Many humans have their souls removed, yesterday. I don't suppose there's the possibility of a return for them -- not like we've the privilege of having.
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[he shakes his head, as if to clear it of all this talk of conspiracy, and smiles warmly.] You know, I'd be more than interested in exchanging notes with you someday.
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