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 Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 4:48 pm
He didn't get it. Why was this here? Why now after being in hiding? Was human relationships with horsemen ingrained more in human society than he realized and did the Tower know of such practices and representations of their kind.
Vin kept staring as small children bobbed up and down to a maniacal tune. Smiling and frowning masks lined the outside in looking gold offshoots and flowers and pictures of various circus creatures. A trial of decorated creatures turned his heads back, necks exposed, as they screamed out in pain - mouths red and wide as they were frozen in sculpted time to suffer the turmoil of a eternity of servitude to mankind's weakest generations. One child dropped ice-cream on a pristine white flank. Another child kicked the sides of a angered rhino. All of them were pierced, struck through with a golden, spiraled pike that locked them in place to move in a endless circle around and around and around again with no end. And once one generation left, another wave came, a symbol of course.
"This is insanity. I see us all represented." Each mouth was different and some had different saddles based on their clans. A crane, plenty of horses, rhinos, tigers, a few members of sea-life, and even a giant beetle and a ladybug, the pike going right through their shells. Each had reigns as if the pike wasn't enough and was just a reinforcement of what all of the sculptures probably knew.
"Is is mocking. Children riding upon us. Piercing us as prisoners of war and setting us to live our eternity used upon their whims to be mocked and taught their brood to mock." He glared back up at Rep. "Disgusting. To reduce us to mounts and pierce us to not roam free but to keep fixed in a pen like some domesticated animal all to circle along with our comrades as we have our bodies soiled." He shivered. "I do not like this ride. It should burn." He moved away from it, unsettled by how creepy it all seemed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 5:09 pm
Rep knew humans were ******** weird, that was a given, but sometimes even he had to be impressed by just how ******** weird they really were. He watched the horses going around and around and was just about as incensed by the sight as Vin was. How ******** dare they try and humiliate their kind? How dare they ******** parody them as a sight only fit for children's play? What the ******** was their problem?
He moved closer to the strange ride, a little dazzled by the way it moved and reminding himself all the while that humans did this s**t without magic, without anything other than a spark of power in a little cable, on off, power or not. It would be marvellous if they'd use it for something other than well...being humans.
"I have no idea what the ******** is wrong with people." he said. "Are they real?" They couldn't be real, just statues, not magical, not anything, just statues.
And when it stopped he moved forward to boldly touch one, reaching out to press his hand to the flank of a rearing tiger with a look of concern. It didn't stir, its surface one of plastic and coloured pigment, nothing more than that. It was unnerving and he wondered why it all existed at all. Why would they make something like this? Was it some residual lingering memory from their long long distant past, a glimpse of something older in the collective consciousness of humanity? Maybe it was just a joke by an influential horseman in the now, something to get other horsemen thinking.
But he didn't like looking at it either and he got off before it started to move.
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