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ataraxionlogs2016-01-28 11:20 am
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[closed] Of ontological intersection
CHARACTERS: Ieza and Rey.
LOCATION: The jungle, Rey's abode.
WARNINGS: Philosobabble, wild conjecture.
SUMMARY: In which recent events and concurrent implications are discussed.
NOTES: None as of yet.
The momentous and disastrous alway have a way of shaking Ieza loose from her hovel, sending her tumbling through the jungle to consult with Rey, who bears the dubious distinction of being dubbed Docent. Generally these calamities have been rather personal, evidence of Ieza's somewhat impromptu but otherwise well-founded trust. This time, however, the issue is shared by all of them- just one in a growing number. And while former passengers on the Tranquility may be numbed to some greater or lesser degree, for a recent arrival like Ieza this little conniption is a long time coming.
Her nearly-nocturnal schedule means that the most polite time Ieza could call is probably dusk, when she tends to awake. But of course it is only at the crack of dawn, after a long time spent scowling with frustration at the stars, that Ieza arrives at Rey's figurative doorstep. She's in less of a state than the last time she made a twilit visit, not nervous or febrile, though she appears agitated, one hand worrying a flat stone between her fingers, the other holding a shuttered lantern.
"Friend?" She calls up into the tree-top abode. And again- "friend?" There's a touch of impatience and expectation to how she says it, a not entirely flattering tone, despite the warmth of the word itself.
LOCATION: The jungle, Rey's abode.
WARNINGS: Philosobabble, wild conjecture.
SUMMARY: In which recent events and concurrent implications are discussed.
NOTES: None as of yet.
The momentous and disastrous alway have a way of shaking Ieza loose from her hovel, sending her tumbling through the jungle to consult with Rey, who bears the dubious distinction of being dubbed Docent. Generally these calamities have been rather personal, evidence of Ieza's somewhat impromptu but otherwise well-founded trust. This time, however, the issue is shared by all of them- just one in a growing number. And while former passengers on the Tranquility may be numbed to some greater or lesser degree, for a recent arrival like Ieza this little conniption is a long time coming.
Her nearly-nocturnal schedule means that the most polite time Ieza could call is probably dusk, when she tends to awake. But of course it is only at the crack of dawn, after a long time spent scowling with frustration at the stars, that Ieza arrives at Rey's figurative doorstep. She's in less of a state than the last time she made a twilit visit, not nervous or febrile, though she appears agitated, one hand worrying a flat stone between her fingers, the other holding a shuttered lantern.
"Friend?" She calls up into the tree-top abode. And again- "friend?" There's a touch of impatience and expectation to how she says it, a not entirely flattering tone, despite the warmth of the word itself.
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She's seen things that have gone nowhere, from the lists on the network to the players in this game that have come and gone.
And yet, for some reason, somehow, Rey is still here. She has been, and in some ways feels as though she always will be.
"If you really are looking for some greater reason in all of this, you're going to find yourself sorely disappointed."
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Flat refusal. She will not accept pointlessness, she refuses transience. She remains, she endures- she redeems and resurrects. She must. This particular Sisyphus insists she can reach the summit.
"I think I might find what I want here."
Her head tilts, pale eyes intent but calm.
"What do you want, Rey? These- ad hoc kin? Does this make you content?"
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It took Rey years to figure out what she really wanted. And even when faced with that same question that Ieza is throwing at her right now, her answer is definite.
"Yes, it does. I spent most of my whole lives not wanting anything to do with family, and even if it's a fleeting chance of happiness, isn't that worth taking?" She drops her arms to her sides. Throughout her time here, Rey has experienced her fair share of short-term bliss, from friends to relationships she has no name to put to. But this is different. And this is something she wishes to cling to.
She huffs. "What is it that you want?"
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She lifts a hand to cover her throat. It's probably some sort of idiomatic gesture, but it's hard to know what it actually means. Her words may add context:
"I am not suggesting you are lying to me. That you mean to deceive. But your aura belies you. A smooth surface still reflects flames, and so holds them."
Presented with the question she put to Rey, Ieza blinks once more, and then smiles a very small, restrained smile.
"Insight," is her first answer, and then, "experience."
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Is Rey satisfied with the fact that, at any given moment, her happiness could easily be taken away? No. But she isn't going to spend every waking moment wallowing in this fact.
While she's uncomfortable with the subject of her place in this jungle society, Rey is more eager to turn this around.
"Insight and experience could mean a lot of things. On what, exactly, are you wanting insight and experience with?"
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As such, it's not unjust to deem her assessment of Rey's inner state yet another projection, her 'insight' just a warped reflection of own desires. Then again, Ieza has never really been all that interested in desires outside of her own.
"To you it will sound preposterous," Ieza says, with a sniff, "since you reject any notion of purpose or meaning in this place."
She pauses, pressing a hand to her chest, holding something - a cough probably - in check, before continuing.
"I see answers to a thousand questions that could never have been resolved had I not been summoned here. I see the profit of worlds upon worlds of theory and praxis, gathered in once place. And if you have found what you want here - if you truly are satisfied - then perhaps I can find my own satisfaction as well."
Though it is, one can infer, to be rather unlike that which Rey has found.
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Key word here is try, though. They don't seem to be particularly sociable types. Not to mention there is also the factor that they may know nothing at all. But seeing that they messed around with wormholes and the like, it's a fair assumption to make that they would have some answers to the questions Ieza is looking for.