Apr 17, 2023

Arriving on Earth was uniquely frightening and exciting. The reality of leaving all that she had known to venture forward into a new world, with a new, if familiar purpose (the good of Velencya) was now her reality, no longer a matter of imagination or the hypothetical.

Seeing the Commodore again was a different sort of overwhelming. A mentor to her generation, a hero of their world. The nature of his care and consideration, as warm and sincere as that of a parent. She hadn’t realized the cold of his absence until that warmth washed over her once more.

Earth was different than she’d expected, which was to be expected. But suddenly Velencya was also different than she’d always thought. And soon, Rhysi would realize that she, too, was capable of being more different than she’d ever chanced to hope.

May 2023

Perhaps different was the solution, since more of the same was failing her world and her people. And may fail them again. She thought of Caedus’s starseed, and the apparent fall of all worlds a thousand years ago. Of the limited rebirths that only allowed for starseeds to be born here, on Earth.

Powerful, unpredictable, and vulnerable. She felt there was room for improvement.

June 2023

The amount of things to simply have was a new world unto itself. Useless, sparkling, dangling things to catch her eye and tap her fingers over. Squeaky things, snapping things, squishy things. Things to simply look at and nothing else. Things to hug. Things to collect and line up in neat little rows. Sometimes they made her smile in and of themselves, sometimes it was just the thought of having them that gave her a little thrill of joy.

Money, though, is the great limiter of this world. So the best things of all are the things glinting on the ground, waiting for her to reach out and make them hers with nothing lost.

It was, to use a newly acquired Earth phrase, very cool.

July 2023

Humans were, to put it bluntly, extremely short-lived in comparison to Velencians. But there were interesting benefits in terms of advancements, in looking at their history and seeing the jumps in developing technologies and the cultural reactions that followed. She’s heard from humans and their literature that the current day world was in many ways unthinkable only thirty years ago. It felt like that level of change should be nearly apocalyptic for a world to undergo in such a short period of time.

It made her want to try finding a similar, more distinct perspective of Velencian shifts and changes, to truly see how different her generation was from that of her parent, or the Commodore. Internally, she'd always felt they'd advanced, that they were more adaptable and stronger. However there was always the ghost of what was, of Velenia, that cast a dull pallor over modern achievements. The sense that things as they are would never measure up to things as they were. It wasn't without hope, but it was a hope that Rhysi increasingly felt detached from.

Looking at the results of human advancements was like getting a bird’s eye view as to the nature of advancing technology. The potential to save a world and destroy it, both held in the hand capable of manipulating an atom.

August 2023

Or held control over the energy of Chaos, maybe. Seeing the living generator that was General King Faustite, she found herself curious, her own hands itching to take him apart even as she reported her own research to him. It would be rude, of course, to actually try to do so. Not to mention that surviving an attempt may prove to be problematic.

Maybe if she interested him enough, enticed him with reports and diagrams enough, gave him enough unique little toys, he’d place himself on the work table, a willing offering to science. She’d heard humans had something they called The Golden Rule, and she knew that if someone did the same for her, she’d also be very willing.

October 2023

The periodic occurrence of strange phenomena, associated neither with Chaos powers nor the White Moon, leads her to think there’s other powers touching Earth. In passing, or maybe even in the past, with the magical debris of that passing left behind to be stumbled upon. Or is it that the Earth’s massive collection of starseeds acts as a sort of magnet, drawing other, wilder energies to it during the ebb and flow of changing seasons.

June 2024

Could the one known as Almadel also be considered one such strange phenomena? Thinking back on his collection, with so much tucked away in mysterious, enticing crates, she found herself thinking of the human god, Santa Claus. Could he be…?

July 2024

Her small room fills with small projects. Her “human” workspace fills with similar. Odds and ends pieces together into pleasing structures to look at or touch. Some make sounds she enjoys, or have lights that strobe in a manner she finds exciting. Often times there’s some utility attached to them, a storage function, a charging feature, a radio, a hidden refrigeration compartment. But the ones she loves the most are the useless things that make her happy just by being in her vicinity. By being hers.

August 2024

A starseed in one hand, a source stone in the other. Was the crystal tech their people had developed due to their resources, or was it inspired by…this. Well, the greater and rare version of this more common starseed. Did worlds build themselves around the starseed, or did they form one when enough energy had been gathered to do so? It was, of course, a question asked throughout the ages. If anybody had found an answer, it was likely long lost.

She wondered how close Velenia had come, before it fell and rose, becoming the ever pragmatic Velencya.

February 21, 2025

Power flashed across her eye and echoed through her skull. It wouldn’t stop for months. A storm raged across worlds and she followed it, curiosity and greed shadowing her every step.

April 12, 2025

While she was going to go in order help and support the Vanguard, who were in turn present to help Earth and also advance the cause of Velencya, Rhysi knew she was really going there for herself. She wanted to see what the Calamitous Hollow was capable of, if it generated energy or solely conducted power to whatever the “Dark Star” was. She wanted to scan it, dissect it, and put it back together again.

She also wanted to see the satellites tested in battle and whatever Lyndin had been busy with. There was some curiosity as to the capabilities of the Negaverse and White Moon, particularly after having witnessed Carnotite’s ability, but nothing that would prepare for what she actually saw on the extra-spacial battlefield.

Getting ready for the gathering that was to take place, she consciously decided to embrace, rather than deny her own anticipation and selfish motivation. In fact, she was going to celebrate it. In a week it would be two years since her arrival. The steps she took from her ship had been the first toward a new world, a new purpose, and most importantly, a new her that felt like a truer existence than all the 153 years prior.

April 12, 2025

Even at a distance, even in the midst of a battle, her eyes still sought out where the Commodore and the other Vanguard members had gathered. There was safety. There was trust. There was reliable strength. Within their collective was the support needed to survive and thrive. And yet...

Here she was, at a distance of her own choice.