elevatoravatar | A Fool and the World; Video

Entry tags:

derpy fool,
quests

A Fool and the World; Video

Elizabeth had been watching the identity crises that had been happening for the week and firstly, she was not suffering through one being spared the fake identity, secondly her own identity was something she was still figuring out so it all seemed odd to her. Still many people were upset, so she had given it some time before posing her question.

"People of this place, I admit that being spared some of the more odd parts of living the lie that was pushed on us a few weeks ago I am uncertain how to ask this but I shall try."

She takes a breath and nods.

"What about you is defined by you internally, and what about you is defined by the world around you? Is it all one? Is that why the previous lie was so difficult for many to see, or is there something different, like the fire that was stoked in many by the spirits that ran rampant when I came here? I myself am a bit confused by all of this and would appreciate any help. That and while I no longer have access to the many rewards for assistance from home and can offer little more than appreciation for help, still hope that kindness is a form of currency that has not been erased from this place."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Barnaby almost shut the book right the moment Elizabeth starting asking questions about the state of reality. She'd be better off finding her answers in a psychology book, he told himself. It wasn't his problem. It wasn't anyone's problem.

But the even tone she asked her questions in, and the equally even admission of confusion, was enough to rethink his plans.]

...Does it even matter?

[Just because he was curious didn't mean he was going to be nice.]

"Yes, very much to me. I honestly do not understand as I have left my own self behind and while it has shaped some things I am for the most part only really understanding the basics as I have only truly interacted with two people."

Barnaby paused.

Abstract words aside, her sentiment was terrifyingly familiar.

There was no good answer to her explanation and her initial question, not without revealing his hand and the extent of his knowledge. It wasn't something that he wanted to share over the journals-- or with anyone.

The only people who knew were the ones that needed to know.

"That depends." His tone was flat, a bare cover for his irriation. "How do you define your reality?"

...

He might have revealed too much of his hand.

Edited 2013-08-23 17:29 (UTC)

"My reality is the world I can interact with, just as yours is the one you interact with. Ultimately it is where those realities collide that the sea of the soul and my home is created."

"I'm not sure I entirely understand that."

"My world is mine. It is my struggles, my ideas, my trials and my tribulations. I control it to some degree, but only as far as I am, the rest comes from other worlds exerting their influence on it. Since my creation most of my world was in but a single room aiding guests with the power to make their world shape others', however I left it not long ago because while I preformed my duty well, I believe that I had not finished a job that I had started."

She had the power to help others change their realities and influence others.

Irritation was clouded by frustration as the meaning of her words sunk in. Barnaby heaved a slow, shuddering breath as he tried to calm his nerves for the sake of both his pride and the curiosity of any audience that might be listening in. It was too difficult to tack on a filter while he sorted out a responce.

"Then what didn't you finish?"

Deflection. He couldn't directly answer her.

"My first guest finished his job, however he gave his life and soul to do so. It was not my job to prevent that, but I feel that until his soul is free I have not been a good assistant. So I left the room to try and free his soul from the prison he created."

"...I see. So, you're saying that he trapped himself by something he created and you out to undo what you did?"

"He turned himself into a wall to keep Erebus and Nyx from meeting. While Nyx sleeps still, I simply seek to put Erebus back to sleep as a wall constantly under assault will eventually crumble."

Suddenly Barnaby found himself regretting that he never paid much attention to mythology in his readings. It sounded like the beginnings of a myth, and Elizabeth was the wanderer in search of the solution.

"So it is something that he created to alter his definition of 'self', but it's also under variables from the outside that influence and threaten it."

"Indeed. I have slain Erebus several times now, but the beast is fed by humanity's urge for self destruction. So as long as that is the prevalent thought, Minato is just delaying the end."

"Still, while I have little control now, I am just learning how humanity thinks, perhaps some day I will find a way to starve the beast back to sleep."

"...I see."

It did make sense, on an abstract level. He was still having problems accepting Luceti for what it was, but this woman's ramblings at least made sense to him. A little. He needed to think about it, and try not to focus too hard.

That was the only reason he remembered why they were talking.

"You do realize that you just answered your question."

Edited 2013-08-24 03:08 (UTC)

"I did? Or did I simply admit that I simply do not know and need time. Honestly, I just see so many languishing about the road never taken instead of just acknowledging that they are being washed down a river more than traveling a road. If one accepts that one does not have control of everything in their universe, one can more easily prepare to...."

Her expression turns very dark. "Deal with those who would usurp it for means that are less than pleasant."

"...a river, huh?"

His tone had taken on an edge as he spoke and tried to forget. Elizabeth's words had once agains struck a chord-- he knew what it felt like to 'not have control' and to be 'usurped.' But, it was only in hindsight that he understood it for what it was.

There was no change in his tone as he continued.

"I've found that there's no easy way to prepare for being washed down one without a boat." Barnaby huffed. He didn't like these metaphors. "And, there is generally no good reason to ever be usurped."

"True, but one can move much more quickly if one goes with the river as opposed to fighting it. Sometimes the answer is not the direction we wish it to be."

"So what, we should just accept incidents like this? That..." He paused and took a breath. "I can't."

Forcibly changing a person's view of themselves and reality was unforgivable.

"Not at all. The loss of the truth can lead to terrible consequences, but one must also know sometimes greater powers choose to make one's life.... Interesting, and for no reason other than childish games or simple whims sometimes."

She shakes her head and sighs.

"No, those times anger is warranted, but not so much at one's self, one must simply shake off that rage and direct it where it is most useful."

"I know that."

And he's done it. Unfortunately, the resolution left him in the same position as Elizabeth.

Still, even in the same position, Elizabeth still had quite a bit more to learn about humanity than most people had to unlearn in order to move on.

"Then you should also know why it matters, correct?"

"That's correct. But, that doesn't mean that I won't work to stop it from happening again. Even if it doesn't work...I can't just let it be."

"And thus your world is set against the world around you. I hope some day to have the strength to do that myself, but I must understand why before I do."

"...Are you saying that you've got nothing in your life?"

There was no judgement or accusation in his voice, just mild curiosity.

"No, I am saying my life with mortals is too new to have acquired anything. I simply have my goal and persona."

"Then, what is your goal?"

A Fool and the World; Video

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

Re: voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;