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caughtinanetwork2012-11-14 11:22 pm
onlyasign) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-11-14 11:22 pm
video;
[When the SFC turns on, it's pointed towards the ocean, and it stays there for a few moments, just recording the waves rolling in and out, the soft sounds of the water, the occasional cry of a seabird. Then someone clears their throat, and starts speaking quietly. Those who have heard him speak before will recognize Sufferer's voice.]
I've been thinking about time lately, and how its path is not linear and seems to follow no set pattern. Sometimes, when there's a moment you want to cling to with everything you have, it flickers past, here and then gone; and then when there's something you want to rush through, it lingers, and minutes become hours, and hours days, days weeks, and so on.
The only thing consistent about time is that it passes.
Until it doesn't.
[There's a sigh, and the SFC turns so it's pointing towards Sufferer's face. He looks tired, like he does most of the time now, the bags under his eyes staining his skin like bruises. The flesh on his face hangs off the bones, deep lines that were never there before framing either side of his mouth.]
[He still has the orange stitches on his cloak, though.]
I've died, twice. Once here, where I revived five days later, and once in my own world, where I woke up here. In one instance, the time between passed quickly, full of light and love and beauty, and in the other, it lasted for lifetimes, lifetimes in the darkness, in the spaces between the stars.
[He shrugs.]
So tell me, Vatheon... which one was the true death? Which one showed me the truth about time, and which was the lie?
I've been thinking about time lately, and how its path is not linear and seems to follow no set pattern. Sometimes, when there's a moment you want to cling to with everything you have, it flickers past, here and then gone; and then when there's something you want to rush through, it lingers, and minutes become hours, and hours days, days weeks, and so on.
The only thing consistent about time is that it passes.
Until it doesn't.
[There's a sigh, and the SFC turns so it's pointing towards Sufferer's face. He looks tired, like he does most of the time now, the bags under his eyes staining his skin like bruises. The flesh on his face hangs off the bones, deep lines that were never there before framing either side of his mouth.]
[He still has the orange stitches on his cloak, though.]
I've died, twice. Once here, where I revived five days later, and once in my own world, where I woke up here. In one instance, the time between passed quickly, full of light and love and beauty, and in the other, it lasted for lifetimes, lifetimes in the darkness, in the spaces between the stars.
[He shrugs.]
So tell me, Vatheon... which one was the true death? Which one showed me the truth about time, and which was the lie?
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WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT COULD BE TRUE?
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From what I understand, there is more than one Earth, is there not? Perhaps there is more than one version of the afterlife or more than one way to experience. For all we know, it varies on location, emotion, age, method of death.
You could always attempt dying in a different manner than the previous times to test this hypothesis.
[He didn't type that to be mean.]
[...Too mean.]
[...He'll just shut up now.]
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THAT'S NOT THE MOST REASSURING ADVICE I'VE EVER HEARD, DARKLEER.
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I'm not Darkleer.
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D --> Darnit
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REGARDLESS, YOUR IDEA IS... INTERESTING. YOU THINK THERE COULD BE SEPARATE PATHS WE COULD GO DOWN, DEPENDING ON THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF OUR DEATHS?
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D --> I wouldn't know
D --> Having not died on Alternia or in Vatheon
D --> This is all simply a theory
D --> What I do know is that there has to be something
D --> I have seen enough spirits of the dead haunt others and myself in all my sweeps alive to know that
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D --> I am not that degree of psychic
D --> You are quite possibly trying to look too deeply into things
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D --> Has it occurred to you that maybe the darkness isn't because of what comes after death
D --> But for another reason?
D --> Perhaps to do with
D --> Yourself?
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D --> You showed a lot of rage as you died
D --> That can blind a troll
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IS THAT
IS THAT WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A HIGHBLOOD? TO FEEL LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME?
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D --> Usually it's a tension
D --> A taut bowstring ready to snap at any moment
D --> And when it does, you want to
D --> Do things
D --> Maybe just to dispel the feelings in yourself
D --> Maybe to make others pay for slights against you
D --> Even if only perceived
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AWFUL.
HOW DO YOU LIVE WITH THAT? KNOWING THAT YOU COULD SNAP AT ANY MOMENT?
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D --> More often than not
D --> Some find moirals however
D --> To help with their emotions
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D --> I relied on myself
[That can only get you so many sweeps, however, before you tear yourself up over rebellions and make stupid decisions.]
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RELYING ONLY ON YOURSELF FOR SO LONG
AND LONELY
I'M SORRY YOU HAD TO GO THROUGH THAT
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D --> Simply because I did not have a proper moirail did not mean I some pathetic individual who had to cry over his roboti% every night
D --> Or some monster ready to snap every night
[Just occasionally. Things gather, alright? But he's quick to try and establish this, for reasons he's not quite sure of himself.]
D --> I knew many others besides
D --> They helped me in their own way
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