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abraxaslogs2021-09-24 12:12 am
unnecessaryflourishes) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-09-24 12:12 am
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WHO: Emet-Selch and open!
WHAT: Local Ascian hangs around and only sometimes looks out of place
WHERE: First settlement of Solvunn/Horizon
WHEN: Any time after about the middle of September.
[Solvunn]
[For a man who doesn't necessarily look like he might be at home in a place that is so focused on farming, Emet-Selch settles into Solvunn... reasonably well. True, he might not spend any significant amount of time doing anything that could be considered physical labor, but he does volunteer his time at the library - and if nothing else, he himself is a veritable font of knowledge... if not necessarily any that would be particularly specific to this world. But to those who either know how to tease the information out of him or simply ask the right questions at the right time, he's more than willing to offer whatever seems to be relevant.
When he's not spending time at the library, he can also be found at the house he has been residing in - one that had formerly lain empty, and in slight disrepair, though his magic has been making short work of the most pressing fixes - or making his way from one part of the city to the other. Even he has need to visit the shops after all, to say nothing of his endless nosiness besides.
Or perhaps he's stepping out of a swirling portal of darkness nearby, having chosen to take a more expedient route from point a to point b than going by foot.]
[Horizon]
[There's only one thing his domain could be. Only one thing it would ever have been. A city; all gleaming spires and delicate curves. An odd, almost otherworldly city; brass and crystal structures standing side by side with perfectly ordinary grass and trees.
It's only up close that the scale of the city is apparent. Doors and benches are built at sizes that suggest that the inhabitants of this place stand easily twice the height of the average person if not more, and even the counters in some of the more bureaucratic-looking buildings stand easily above the head of most visitors.
It does not, however, stand empty. Even in moments when Emet-Selch himself does not appear to be in residence, cloaked figures drift through the city. Echoes, maybe, or faded recollections; silent unless spoken to and even then not all seem to be coherent enough to hear comments addressed to them though fragments of long-forgotten conversations may drift into reality long enough to be heard.
As for Emet-Selch? He too is different, here. Tall enough to be of a height with the echoes of the people they once were, all the trappings of his mortal body left behind for one with long pale hair instead - the man he had been once, so many millennia ago.]
WHAT: Local Ascian hangs around and only sometimes looks out of place
WHERE: First settlement of Solvunn/Horizon
WHEN: Any time after about the middle of September.
[Solvunn]
[For a man who doesn't necessarily look like he might be at home in a place that is so focused on farming, Emet-Selch settles into Solvunn... reasonably well. True, he might not spend any significant amount of time doing anything that could be considered physical labor, but he does volunteer his time at the library - and if nothing else, he himself is a veritable font of knowledge... if not necessarily any that would be particularly specific to this world. But to those who either know how to tease the information out of him or simply ask the right questions at the right time, he's more than willing to offer whatever seems to be relevant.
When he's not spending time at the library, he can also be found at the house he has been residing in - one that had formerly lain empty, and in slight disrepair, though his magic has been making short work of the most pressing fixes - or making his way from one part of the city to the other. Even he has need to visit the shops after all, to say nothing of his endless nosiness besides.
Or perhaps he's stepping out of a swirling portal of darkness nearby, having chosen to take a more expedient route from point a to point b than going by foot.]
[Horizon]
[There's only one thing his domain could be. Only one thing it would ever have been. A city; all gleaming spires and delicate curves. An odd, almost otherworldly city; brass and crystal structures standing side by side with perfectly ordinary grass and trees.
It's only up close that the scale of the city is apparent. Doors and benches are built at sizes that suggest that the inhabitants of this place stand easily twice the height of the average person if not more, and even the counters in some of the more bureaucratic-looking buildings stand easily above the head of most visitors.
It does not, however, stand empty. Even in moments when Emet-Selch himself does not appear to be in residence, cloaked figures drift through the city. Echoes, maybe, or faded recollections; silent unless spoken to and even then not all seem to be coherent enough to hear comments addressed to them though fragments of long-forgotten conversations may drift into reality long enough to be heard.
As for Emet-Selch? He too is different, here. Tall enough to be of a height with the echoes of the people they once were, all the trappings of his mortal body left behind for one with long pale hair instead - the man he had been once, so many millennia ago.]
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[ It warms his cold dead heart to hear that every world pretty much is the same horseshit painted different. Link has his insane goddess that no one seems to recognize as psychopathic. Emet has century-long experience of watching people attempt to destroy themselves with heroes and righteousness. ]
It means I can happily share my ideals with you! [ He rocks backwards on his chair as he laughs up a storm. His laughter abruptly cuts off, but his smile remains wide and pleased. ] Because even this world... even this world has the same nonsense that we've been seeing for years and years.
I've decided... much like I decided back home... I want to destroy this world. I'm going to destroy this world with my own two hands. [ Nero lifts his hands up to look at them, fondly. ]
I'm going to break the cycle that we've been living in. I'm going to show everyone how insane they all have been repeating their mistakes through generations. It's all pointless... everything that anyone's done is pointless. They all want to dance at the edge of the knife and bring the world close to ending, but back off at the end when they realize they've gone too far...
[ He gestures with his hands, using the edge of the chair as the knife that he's talking about, before having his fingers dance backwards. ]
But they never learn. So... I'm going to knock us all off that knife and have us go plummeting to our deaths with this world's destruction.
[ How? He isn't sure. But hey, he's happy to finally have his big, evil speech. Only one other person's heard his rant -- and he misses telling his best friend about how much he wants to destroy the world while his friend convinces him to "save" it. ]