Jasper (
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abraxaslogs2022-03-04 03:18 am
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Who: Jasper + Open
What: First visit to Horizon
Where: Horizon + Thorne
When: Throughout March
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What: First visit to Horizon
Where: Horizon + Thorne
When: Throughout March
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And this— Well. This is not exactly what he expected to find, this bridge doused in hues of lurid purples, a dark sky looming above like a void. Stephen stands, eyes trailing from demonic statue to demonic statue.
Okay.
He approaches Jasper, who looks pale. Uncertain, maybe. The usual confusion that fogs the mind of all new arrivals to this plane, but Stephen wonders if he’s trying to reconcile the ominous nature of what he sees with a faraway memory he cannot quite reach.]
Nice decor.
[—is his greeting as he draws closer, his red cloak a-flutter behind him.]
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The purple streams and motes of energy - magic, one might say - leaving his body seem to belong to the place.
His eyes widen in confusion and his voice lacks its usual frustration. The presence of another seems hardly bothersome.]
I rather wonder of your definition of nice.
[He would rather view the sun but creating one is a bit beyond his imagination.]
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It’s yours. I’d wonder at your choice to create something that isn’t nice.
[He moves closer to a railing. Chances placing his hand against one, leaning against it.]
Reeks of magic.
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His silence lingers for a moment. The man is right. Not only is this place surprisingly unpleasant, it reeks of magic.]
A strange kind of magic, is it not?
[These remains of the world tree are confusing. He rubs his hand across his mouth.]
I hardly expected the power of creation to be so bleak.
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No.
[He looks out a little more, before standing back up straight and glancing over at this domain’s host.]
I would’ve have expected it, either. What do you make of it?
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[The word is hushed. One short word that shares everything yet explains nothing about his character. His thoughts clench, seized by the lack of memories that would inform his opinion of his domain. This world is one he wishes to offer opinion on. The tired resignation draining his face shows his difficulties and his lips press together.
Fingers clench the railing. He pushes away in frustration and crosses his arms over his chest before facing his guest. It hardly becomes him to be unable to advise and be recognised for his wisdom.]
I hardly possess all the facts to pass judgement. But it is a cold place; I suppose creation must have its opposite.
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Still, he won't press. This seems to be a, ah... tricky sort of situation. Lacking memory but dredging up a place like this, all the same.]
Why don't you try your hand at creating something different, then? Liven this place up? It's a little too dark and gloomy for my tastes.