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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 5:04 pm
"I am not too certain where they are right now." Or if they still believed, even. The only mortal that had reached out for her recently with belief in his heart was Eilaer. "I have been... absent for a long time." If would be easy to tell she did not mean the gods' deaths and revival - there would have been little need to explain that.
"Music." But who could believe in a songbird with no voice ?
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:04 pm
"Oh? Music, I like that, a good influence. I used to like listening to bands when I was younger. Before everything went bad." He smiled a little. "Absent? But I have heard music, here in the market, people singing to themselves, playing instruments. So maybe not as absent as you think?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:59 am
It was not exactly the same thing, though. Mortals had continued to sing and play even after she had first died. It was the way they considered the art that had been different. They had seen it as theirs, reclaimed it as their own, rather than something she had taught them.
"Maybe I was still here... Unconsciously." But consciously was another matter. Such was the nature of being a person and a force, at the same time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:55 am
Ifan nodded and allowed his eyes to roam the marketplace. He supposed indutry had continued even in Isambard's absence.He wondered why the god was so silent, usually he couldn't shut him up.
"So you had a host like me once?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:55 pm
"Yes, I did." A long, long time ago. Not quite 'once upon a time' worthy, but it certainly seemed like it was so far away, now.
"I was one of the firsts." It was something that had taken her awhile to realize. She was one of the only few who had seen Creation before the betrayal.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 12:37 pm
Isambard was listening of course. He did that well, hearing, calculating and weighing. He was intrigued by this goddess all he had met had been like him, fragments or what they were.
"The firsts?" It was him that spoke this time, the only sign a slight change in Ifan's accent, a deepening of his voice and a variation in lilt. "How long ago was that?
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 6:01 pm
That question would require some thought. How long had it been, really ? It had felt so long at times, and so quick at others. Time was a fluid, strange thing to those who were not well-versed in it.
"Eight years ? Nine, maybe ?" She was not quite certain. This was the best guess she was able to give. She knew the telltale signs, the little things that showed her that she was conversing with the god, now, and not the host, though he was likely listening, still.
Echo had seen plenty of hosts in her time.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:51 am
"As long as that?" Of course to a god, that was nothing. A mere whisper of time, but for a mortal ... He looked down at the jewel in the hand of his host, his prison for who knew how long. "I have been learning slowly about what has happened in the time since ... the fading, that's what you all call it isn't it?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 4:13 pm
"It does seem like a long time when you look at it that way, does it ?" Echo's voice would wax nostalgic, distant for a moment. Eight years was a young child for most mortal race - yet in those eight years she had been born, loved, cried, had children of her own, lost...
She had lived - nothing more, nothing less.
"Yes, the fading." She would pause a moment, to watch a jeweler work. "Quite a lot has happened even in only those eight years..."
The hosts and gods of now had it a little easier than the first ones had it. The worlds knew, believed - be that belief forced into them by Gehenna, or otherwise. At least this close to the pantheon, there would be little who would doubt who they were.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 11:45 am
Isambard paused with her and watched the jeweler work.
"Nice workmanship." he said, reaching out with Ifan's hand to pick up one of the jeweled necklaces. "Very nice." he paused and looked up at her. "And now we move on. I have formed a cooperative of mortal craftsmen and workers, we are working to restore the town to what it was once."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 4:13 pm
And they were certainly free to do so, as long as no one was forced to go along with something they did not want. Some did prefer this quieter, simpler life. Others, not so much.
"That sounds like quite an undertaking." She would admit. But then, herding cats - or mortals, in this case - had never been one of her assets.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 12:09 pm
Isambard shrugged his host's shoulder.
"No more of an undertaking than it would for you to write a symphony." He smiled and placed the necklace back. There was a lot of talen lurking around the pantheon. A lot of untapped talent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 2:02 pm
The comparison would make her smile. "Perhaps."
Simply different ways of herding cats ? It was very possible. "I do admire talent and creativity in all their forms... Even those I could never hope to harness." Like jewelry, or cooking... There was really so much talent here. "There is a bit of one's heart and soul in everything they make, after all."
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 2:23 pm
Isambard nodded. People thought he was a souless influence, chewing people up and spitting them out in the names of production, but really. Industry could not exist without mortal creativity and thought. He was for the greater good, and yes people got trampled on the way, but not the strong ones.
"Blood, sweat and tears." He replied, another apt cliche.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 2:38 pm
"Sometimes more literally than other times." Her first few attempts to make instruments in this life had ended in bruises and cuts, mostly.
She moved on after a moment, making sure to keep a pace that Ifan/Isambard could keep up with. The market was starting to fill up and as it did, it would have become easier for one to lose track of the other.
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