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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 12:52 pm
"That should be a relief to my overtaxed sensabilities." She said, sipping her tea. "The scorched glass...it was a form. A form of something....someone." she stopped for a moment, then blurted out "So who is he? And you?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 12:53 pm
Quote: "You study the paths of the spirit guides, yes? And have known many other gods and religions in your schooling?" He cradled his cup in his lap, "What happened to all of them? To Hecate, witch and guardian of crossroads, the daughter of Titans? To Nut, whose body spanned, arching from horizon to horizon the starred sky? I shall tell you, even as they sprung up in human dreams they died. The last vestiges of human wonder faded, replaced with metal and wires, and slowly all perished. "
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 12:54 pm
She blinked. "God is dead...is what you are saying...."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 12:55 pm
Quote: "No, " He chuckled, "Gods are dead. That boy you saw....he is Nut, Nyankonpon, Deiwos. He is the Universe, given form. " He looked into her eyes, "I found the remains of his power in his various incarnations and created the jewel that housed him. A human boy came to me, seeking for the greatest beauty he could find, and I offered him the jewel to take and care for. For him to become. An He has become Lucius, and the god has been reborn."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 12:56 pm
She blinked. "You mean...like a symbiosis?" her tone was full of both interest and some metaphysical horror.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 12:57 pm
Quote: "Precisely so, " He took another drink. "Don't forget your tea, dear." He motioned to the forgotten steaming thing between her white knuckled hands.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 12:58 pm
She jumped a bit, drinking the tea with a gulp. It was lukewarm, but she barely noticed. "W-why would someone...?"
He had said beauty. He had wanted to be beautiful. Stealing a glance at the other, she could certainly say that was the case. But...
No. People have done crazier things. Often. Repeatedly.
"Did someone ... did you... are you...?" she was fishing for a tactful way to ask his own origin.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:01 pm
Quote: He shook his head slowly, "No. I have never died." I have been alone "I have searched and keep searching for my kindred. I am Creation, and I am Destruction. As I find them, I gather what is left."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:06 pm
"So...you gather the remnants together, and find someone that wants something...and use them for this..." her tone was curious.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:08 pm
Quote: "The boy sought me out, not the other way around. People seem drawn to this place, or to my attention. I offer what I can. That one sought beauty. Another boy, he came seeking knowledge and thrills. He is resting, yet. Each chose their jewel from among those I had. " He set his empty cup down, "Though they seemed drawn themselves. I'm not certain they would have chosen any others then what they did. They are not used. To be used connotates a lack of free will."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:09 pm
"I didn't mean use as in abuse...but it's a purpose, isn't it? I mean, a vessel can be considered a use. Does it...do they die then...when this happens?" her voice was a bit trembly as she asked that, and took another drink out of the cup. This shouldn't even be fascinating her. She should be out the door screaming bloody murder.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:10 pm
Quote: "Those seeking destruction can find it easily enough. They choose it." There was a shimmering in his hand and the jewel from her dream, "But that is not what called from you, I do not think. Here. You may examine him, he has missed the touch of others."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:11 pm
She flinched very slightly "Will it...will it hurt?" It was neither the burnt shell or the shining radiance of before...merely a warm, light crimson color. She didn't touch it...yet. "You said "he". The Firebird? I didn't realize that...was a religion."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:13 pm
Quote: "No, " he smiled, "The jewel is not burning." He switched it between his hands as if demonstrating this. "There were once great temples built for the firebird in more then one country. Temples with great pyres kept burning for him to visit, nest and rebirth. Lucky worshippers might be given a feather or an omen from the flames......things of luck and health."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:14 pm
"Lucky for everyone else but him, apparently." she answered, taking the stone and rolling it about her palm. It felt pleasantly warm and not at all unpeasant. "Does he know we're here?"
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