[ You're going to help me find it - no - where are we?! ] community involvement/possible roleplay?
January 1, 2012 - 7:03pm — Rutilus
They--they talked...of a Universal Mind. One that, if they accessed it...they could control the world. Something--something about my DNA, something...connected to...to someone before...
He is the missing link between the doors. He is the key. Through his mind, through our mind, they can contact God. They'll show you. I'll show you. You're all wrong.
All this God-talk! Ha! SRRRRRK. There's no God. God is dead! Not in his DNA. The Guide, he lied to them. He told them he was the Messiah. He told them. And they took poor...poor Candidate away. Took him. Made me. G-G-God, he was my creator, maybe? SRRRRRRK. God! HA!
They...as a child, they questioned me in church, is what he's trying to say. I didn't know who they were.
Ignorant child. I was born of his ignorance. His fear of God. His foolish refusal to follow his parents' religion.
Plague doctors, that's what they reminded me of...the priest was nowhere to be found. Father Abbey, I...I never saw him again, of course...They asked me what I thought of God.
'I don't believe he exists', he says, like a fool in a church!
They took the ignorant child that day. They knew their chosen one would be a non-believer. They sent me to him to teach him.
No, no, that's not...they took me to...somewhere. They blindfolded me on the way and...it was...I think it was the basement of a large house in the country. There were other...children...only they weren't children anymore. They...put me in my room...Room Number Zeven--no, no, Seven.
Scared of God, he was. Thought he was being punished. Devil inside him. CRRRRRK. It was only me.
No--be quiet, both of you, shut up. I...I have to...
Where am I? I don't...know anyone. Who to trust? Help us--me. Tell me of--of this...forest, tell me of its--its residents, help me. I must--know more.
I have escaped from Hell.
You are not alone in this
We are more than welcome to help you around here. You are safe now. Shh.
I can only tell you so much, for I do not know as much as I should, being around as long as I have. There is always something new to learn here.
Though, I will tell you who I am. I one who will not hurt you. I wish to only help. To lead you to happiness. A light in the dark.
Of course, that's not very humble-sounding, is it? Oh well. I can't take back what I've said.
I am Aimitis.
[I hope this is what you wanted ^^;]
Aimitis. Precious jewels--a
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S-sorry.
I am not myself, sometimes.
Aimitis.
I'll remember you.
E-Elysian. The other two...
...well, they don't matter.
What are these statues?
Please, please. Take a deep
Please, please. Take a deep breath. There's no need to panic, and there's no need to rush. I'd like to help, if I can... I don't know what good I'll be, but you can trust me if you like.
The Forest? The forest is what you make of it, these days. Once, it was meant as a place free of fear and death. I'm not sure that peaceful place exists entirely... But there are people here who still love that idea, and many more who will try and be welcoming regardless.
We're a bit of a hodge-podge group. We have our share of angels and of demons. Some of us are from here, but a lot of us are, I think like yourself, other sorts of beings from other sorts of worlds.
The forest is a place where one can spend a sunlit afternoon by the side of a stranger, and walk away with a friend, who you may or may not ever meet again, and there's something alright in that feeling.
I'm sorry, I'm being so general that I'm not being very helpful... It's kind of a large question... Is there anything you particuarly want to know about, that I may be more helpful?
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, too. I'm Seed.
Elysian. Excellent.
And don't worry. I don't judge.
These statues... The deer refer to them as gods. The Twin Gods of the Forest.
I personally see them as protectors of the righteous. They seem to let us find our own way, write our own stories. Teach us to solve problems on our own.
But my opinions don't count, do they? I have heard of them intervening when it mattered most.
And of course, they fill us with cheer during a celebration. They can perform miraculous feats.
SEED; Trust. Fragility. A
Trust. Fragility. A vulnerability in one's--universal mind?! Not true, not true--CRRRRK. No, no, hush, he's trying to help us...
A-angels. I...thought I knew an angel once. Do people ever decieve you, sir, and make you think that they were sent by God...?
But demons...demons, I know demons. I can live with those.
I would...like to spend that afternoon you speak of, just like that. Demons or not, this place...seems safe.
Nothing is ever safe. No--no, shh, Heath--he's helping.
Seed. Of the spring. New life. Flora. crrrrrsh. S-sorry. No. Yes, that's a fine name. Seed. Where did it come from? I never knew a common thing for a name...
...Do we die here?
AA;
BLASPHEMY! Thou shalt worship one God, and no other! He is a jealous God, he will smite--talk in tongues, shut up! HRK! Let prettything speak, heathen as she is, hah, blasphemy, better than your lie, this one exists, magic--ENOUGH!
Forgive me, jewel, forgive me, I don't...this is a confusing time, confusing time.
Have you...experienced these feats with your own eyes? Are they genuine? I find it...difficult, to believe in Gods...save for perhaps ancient, Greek and Roman Gods of old but--well, I suppose you might not know about that, being a deer.
Mostly a deer, at least.
You look...rather equine...
...a hybrid? But that's not possible...
Anything's possible, crrrrk. Magic.
[ GOD GUYS this guy is so confusing to write sdfklsdfh ]
One God? My, my. Aren't you a
I myself do not stay in this forest all the time. I have reaches outside of these endless trees, and I know all of which you speak.
You do not know me.
I know of all these gods you speak of. Greek and Romans... I find their stories quite interesting. But I do not believe them. Of course, I'm not trying to convince you one way or the other. Just merely stating my opinion. I do love the stories they tell, though.
And yes, I am part equine.
I'm a shapeshifter, merely out of my own indecisiveness.
... I am a conundrum.
[ Aw crap ;; I just realised
...Do we die here?" was meant to be Elysian, not Gypsy |8 ]
The Guide is an arrogant
How can one leave an endless expanse? I see only trees, and then when I run towards them, more still...a strange figure that weeps, a ruined...church? He wouldn't like that, but he hasn't seen it.
I could never believe those Gods existed now, no...not in a modern land. But perhaps, in another world...once.
Such magic! A shapeshifter, is--oh, I like this one! I told you, I told you, hrrrrckng, shapeshifter, can do anything it wants, trickster~! What does it do? Can it fly? Prices, prices, are there?
I am not bothered. I have
It's simply a matter of figuring out a way. And there are different ways... It's difficult to explain. Perhaps I can find the words later.
Can I fly? If I so want to. I can change to a bird, a bat, anything. I can simply sprout wings if I wish. But sometimes I don't like to.
I do like turning into a barn owl at times. Their silent flight intrigues me.
Prices? Are you asking to employ my abilities?
track~
((I had a post and then I
I don't think my name 'came' from anywhere. Or if it did, it came from somewhere I don't think I was meant to understand. Someone told me I had one, that everyone has one... And then I looked inside, and there it was. As for why "Seed"....Ah, no, I shouldn't tell it now. It's a rather long, dull, and confusing story, especially if you don't know the land. But I do promise I'll tell you one day. The short version is, a name from plant life suits me well.
I've been decieved. But no one's ever told me any sort of God or gods were involved. There aren't many gods to whom I owe a debt of gratitude, after all, so pretending to be sent from a god wouldn't do much good if they managed to trick me.
....Hm. As for Death... You haven't died here yet, and neither have I, so we haven't died here. ...I'm sorry, that sort of levity's rather rude. ...I've known people who have died, so it is possible. But this is not a place one goes to die; it is a place where those who are born here and those who come here are...In order to live. Not everyone can find the strength to keep succeeding in that; that's how I see it. It's still not a common fate here, nor is it wholly permanent. I have a friend who has died a few times now, usually from his own old age. I wouldn't fear it, as long as you can find some energy to keep living on.
My my my...What have we here?
You placed trust in another based on a hollow belief seeded into your mind by another with the intentions of condemning you to the hell you now reside. Yet, you are still willing to place 'trust' in strangers... Intriguing.
(It will be nice to try to tap into his more cynical side.)
AA If you find the words you
If you find the words you will tell me, creature. I wish to leave this place, and its false Gods. The child is not safe here.
He speaks as if he were my father...hah. Barn owls. There used to be--barn owls, in the church, at night. They would linger there as if--as if waiting for something.
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F-forgive my silence. It--it is difficult to shut them--myself--hn...It is difficult to...be quiet when I am stressed...
Do not--listen to what the Nothing tells you. Do nothing he asks, please, he is--unstable.
SEED [ oh my god |||: I hate it when that happens, completely slaughters my muse. ]
Promises. Ancient in nature, they--'re tricks, tricks to try and steal you. CRRRK. Silly Candidate. Talks to deersies. We're all deer now. Ha! New body. CRRRRK.
Hush, he speaks of Gods...hm.
...Some--someone must have given my soul the wrong directions...this seems like a Heaven--but I don't believe in Heaven.
Do I?
...
Heathcliff?
No. The child does not believe in Heaven. Nor does he, deer, believe that one can ever be immortal.
...Forgive me, Seed, sometimes--I forget whether beliefs and emotion are my own, or...tainted with my...affliction.
I suppose it is obvious by now.
My name is Elysian.
Does family exist here? Are there herds, being deer? But human-faced...mm. This is a strange place, Seed, I cannot pretend to understand the ways of it. Do you understand, yourself? All of it seems impossible to comprehend...
...how to cheat death, crrk.
KUMIKO;
... ... ... ... ...
They--do not exist. I'm the only one, I know I'm the only one. I remember when they didn't exist. So--perhaps the first is correct, sir. I heard whispers...
You are wrong, however. His lack of trust is what brought him to me--created him in my head, he means, I know he isn't real--his lack of trust in God is what sent him to their 'Hell'. They were trying to help him.
Shut up...
Not you, stranger. Sir. No, do keep talking.
Trust in strangers and what they tell me here is all I have at the moment.
Your way with words is--srrrrrk.
-Cynical smirk appeared
Trying to deny their existence despite speaking through you...
Tell me then, sir...
How do you know you are the original? Perhaps you are, instead, the result of one of their creative imaginations. The ending product of the universal's paranoia, trying to justify his own detachment in a greater power that may or may not exist.
Or maybe the embodiment of the third's silent pleas for escape from his own insanity. Growing too weak to save one's self and hiding the fact that he needs a rescuer...Thus creating you to do just that.
-The grin widens as his eyes narrow. Blue irises blazing with interesting.
Yes, please do continue to trust those who just stumble by.
No harm can come from it.
I'm afraid you're going to
It's alright, Elysian. I don't mind silence. Sometimes it's nice to just be quiet and listen to the sounds of nature.
I promise not to listen to them. Is there anything I can do to help calm you? To make those other voices be silent for at least a moment?
I've heard people say that --
I've heard people say that -- but I've also heard them call it purgatory, or hell. I... I don't think it's necessarily any sort of afterlife; I was born here, after all. But I said "this place is what you make of it," so maybe thinking of it as Heaven makes it Heaven. I don't think it sounds like a bad place to be.
...A bit obvious, yes. I wasn't going to make mention of it. Still, you seem like a decent fellow.
Though the irony of someone who doesn't believe in heaven being called Elysian strikes me; that was the closest thing the Greeks had to heaven, in the end. Elysian Fields, reserved only for the shades of great heroes... The last place in the world to see the sunset, by their accounting.
I wouldn't say there are herds... But there is family. Some of them get quite large, and some small; Some are made by blood, and others by choice. I myself have a daughter, though she's... Something of a rover.
*laughs* No, I don't understand it all. That's something that I like about it very much.
((By the way... Have you seen this?))
*tracks* This is
This is fascinating. Just watching while I decide whether to jump in...
KUMIKO A-ahaha...no, no, I
A-ahaha...no, no, I am most definitely the original. They told me--they told me, didn't they Heathcliff? They told me I was the--I remember being a child, I remember very well, they don't have childhoods, this is my body, sir, mine--no--no shut up, Nothing, I won't let you f----mess up? CRRRK, nooo, pretty, I like this one. Silvertongue. Harm comes everywhere, don't y'know? Ever been harmed, pretty? I could change that. Leave him alone, he doesn't mean anything by it...he doesn't know us--me--me. He doesn't know me. Knows you better than you do, methinks. Might not be you eh? Could be me.
Wot's yer name, pretty?
AA
M-mm. I...yes. I agree. Sometimes I do that, or--I try, but...well it's--difficult to have silence when you're constantly in the company of two fools...and they are fools, jewel, trust me...aha. The Guide wants to speak, of course, but...
I...it's strange, and...well it's...
...no. No, I erm...lack the courage to ask.
SEED
-chuckle- Elysian Fields...If I was only a great hero, and a believer, perhaps I could reach somewhere like that...are you a hero, Seed? Hardly. He looks nothing like a hero. Thought'im quite heroic meself. hrrk.
Mm...A family. I used to want one of those. Do you...does your daughter have a mother? I mean--one that she--is aware of, if...I'm prying, I'm prying, apologies. I don't mean to be so--curious.
[ Zyzzy; dfsdf thankyou! Do jump in c': <333 ]
"Tell you of the
"The forest's inhabitents come in all shapes and sizes, they come in many forms. Many of them kind, some of them are cruel, the same as it is everywhere...I like to think there is more kindness here than cruelty. It's certainly been that way in my experience anyway...I'm Kahlan...what is your name?" She asks kindly, trying to give off a vibe that will hopefully calm this other one. Sometimes the new ones are so afraid, because this is not how they were before. She remembers the feeling of coming here the first time, of being so scared because she awoke in a body that was not her own, wondering whether or not the unthinkable had happened - she had thought death had claimed her even though it seemingly couldn't before...but she had learned, that she was merely in a place she could visit to escape her life. She came to enjoy this place, and hopefully he would to, whether he could come and go as she could, or whether like some of the others, he couldn't leave at all.
-Continues to circle;
A childhood, eh?
A memory is formed by fragments of past visions.
It can thrive for an eternity within you or be forgotten within a blink of an eye. Like a mirage upon the horizon, how do you truly know it is there?
Just because you can see it does not make it a reality but it does give you a foundation to build hope on.
Even if it is false hope.
-Stops; the expression upon his face hardens; turns stern with a serious glimmer in his eyes-
Tell me then, good sirs, I do not remember my childhood. Do not remember my name, my parents, or where I was born.
'Life' started without an explanation; I just 'existed'.
Tell me then...Does that make me a copy of another? Am I just a reflection of another living man?
Or am I still truly me? How can you tell?
-Chuckles again as they ask about his name-
I just informed you, good sirs. I do no recall my name, however, there is a 'name' I am known by.
You may call me the one with no weight or worth.
The nonentity.
The elaborate code.
Cypher.
Mhm. I argue with myself
Courage. Bravery.
It's a good thing to have, I suppose. We could all use a little more courage at times, especially times of hardships.
I admit, I have lacked courage myself. I... nevermind.
But please, don't be afraid to ask me anything. I'll always be willing to help you.
No matter what it may be.
I'm afraid they're right --
I'm afraid they're right -- I'm no hero. At best, I'm a decent poet to myself, and I think a good poet to others. There are people I'd think of as heroes here... But I'm not the sort of person who can be counted among them.
...Ha. It's alright. She does have a mother... But she left this land long ago, and will never come back. I'm sure she's alive, but...I think I only think that because I love her too much to believe she could be dead.
Anything else you'd like to know?