Walter Delques (
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caughtinanetwork2013-04-08 12:51 pm
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[There's a dissipating shower of purple flecks behind Walter, this time with more black and belts, when the feed comes on. More than that, half the trademark severity from his features has gone—he's clearly not in the mood to punch someone's lungs out. Which is new.]
Vatheon—[he grasps the cloth wrapped around his hair and pulls it off, suddenly seeing no point in it. His tone is softer from its usual guttural gruffness.]
. . . What's a soul?
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[After a moment of waiting, Walter cranes his neck to the side. He hasn't come to the abandoned village in months; the area's about the same as the images his memories convey him. And now, he's a little more keen about disregarding appearances to dig around.
He slides in and out of the broken buildings, taking a moment to wander each interior before moving onto the next. His hands are smeared with grime in minutes, and he rubs the flat of his fingertips against his thumb at a juncture. It's all so familiar in a way, yet he feels nothing more than . . . apathy.
People lived here, once. Probably.
Outside, he leans against what remains of a wall and looks up, his arms crossed.]
Vatheon—[he grasps the cloth wrapped around his hair and pulls it off, suddenly seeing no point in it. His tone is softer from its usual guttural gruffness.]
. . . What's a soul?
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[After a moment of waiting, Walter cranes his neck to the side. He hasn't come to the abandoned village in months; the area's about the same as the images his memories convey him. And now, he's a little more keen about disregarding appearances to dig around.
He slides in and out of the broken buildings, taking a moment to wander each interior before moving onto the next. His hands are smeared with grime in minutes, and he rubs the flat of his fingertips against his thumb at a juncture. It's all so familiar in a way, yet he feels nothing more than . . . apathy.
People lived here, once. Probably.
Outside, he leans against what remains of a wall and looks up, his arms crossed.]
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Perhaps fortunately for Sola, Walter doesn't so much as glance at the identity of the person who's responded—yet.]
What proof is there of its existence?
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[There's a long pause between messages while Sola figures out how to explain.]
it doesnt feel like you belong and when you die-
[Another long pause. This is hard.]
when you die you stop being anything
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[Because that's what it sounds like to him. Death is nothingness.]
It depends. There are races that are able to call upon their soul. Others can't.
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you dont go anywhere or even stay anywhere your just gone
[He stares blankly at his SFC as he sends the message, not sure what he'll do if Walter argues with him about it. Still, it's nice for once not to be coddled on the issue and just be able to say what he thinks.]
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[It's easy enough to assume. The various worldly influences in Vatheon may offer something more concrete than mere assumption on what happens to the soul, but . . . There's always the "but."]
What about those whose souls have shattered?
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[He knows because he experienced it first hand. It's terrifying and not an experience he would even wish on his worst enemy.]
can you shatter a soul?
[He's never had one. He doesn't know.]
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[ . . . ] It happened before. Not to me.
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im sorry that happened were they your friend?
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She perished not long after that. So? Using your idea of souls, what happened to her?
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[It's a strict guess based on his own experience, but he's not certain. He's neither a mage nor a scientist, he doesn't know.]
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Would she have gone to any of those places?
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i think so as long any part of her soul got away then shes safe and in paradise
[Just don't ask him what paradise is like because he learned from Gamzee. Pretty sure Walter's version doesn't include shitty soda and glitter.]
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Paradise.
[Paradise.]
What is it?
[And don't tell him it's shitty soda and glitter.]
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because people were made to live
[It's the only thing he can think of, and as simple as it is it makes sense to him.]
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[When they live, they live. When they die, they die. That's how he sees it.]
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[According to Johnny, bad people go to Hell and get punished for their bad deeds.]
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[What more do you expect from him, exactly? He's only been alive about 2 and a half years.]
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[It's the person's opinion, though. He'll give it the credence it's due. (Besides, is this a child or someone who's not big on typing? The lacking punctuation and the spelling aren't exactly up to par with the standard.)]
You're saying that life is meaningless for those who do anything other than "good." And those without soul have no place, even alive?
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[He's getting upset now, evidenced by the typos. He's just like the others, telling Sola he's wrong without really knowing. He hates it...]
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Did I say you were wrong?
[He never contested that, exactly.]
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no but i could tell you think it
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[A pause.]
But you're going in circles.
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