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I'd strongly recommend you all try and get higher. I've reason to think all of you may be safer that way.
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Things are getting back to normal again.
Not that things were horribly amiss, but it wasn't without its hardship. I'll be glad to see things returning to what they ought to be.
And I do hope everyone's well. All of you are in my thoughts, as always.
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Not that things were horribly amiss, but it wasn't without its hardship. I'll be glad to see things returning to what they ought to be.
And I do hope everyone's well. All of you are in my thoughts, as always.
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[Bawww spamming the front page forever, I'm sorry.
At great length:]
Honestly, I'm far too old to be doing this sort of thing any more.
[There's a slight trickle of water when he rinses out a rag, dabbing it against some part of his skin.]
I do apologise, Eve; it seems the mirror can be melted, but I have yet to find a temperature that would permanently eliminate the reflective surface. It resolidifies quite quickly.
Fail-filter to Caim:
Ice Magister. You did say that that woman bore a resemblance to your mother, correct?
At great length:]
Honestly, I'm far too old to be doing this sort of thing any more.
[There's a slight trickle of water when he rinses out a rag, dabbing it against some part of his skin.]
I do apologise, Eve; it seems the mirror can be melted, but I have yet to find a temperature that would permanently eliminate the reflective surface. It resolidifies quite quickly.
Fail-filter to Caim:
Ice Magister. You did say that that woman bore a resemblance to your mother, correct?
[Surprise! It's Dai. The camera is at his back, and he's outside; the reflective mirrors all around him reflect his body back, a dozen armour clad figures standing there in the lens. After a while, it's a little hard to tell the dimensions of the place, all the reflections of reflections of reflections just blending into a choppy white world filled with bits of Magister.
Only one of the Dais isn't shaking. The rest seem to ripple, disturbed like a quake is running through the earth at their feet. And then, slowly, the surface the real, solid Dai is touching starts to burn away like melted ice, and half the Dai's bodies invert and cave in, breaking down. The reflective surface becomes silvery and rough, pocketed, and the view feels like it has some shape and dimension once more. At his feet, a long pool of the melted material has formed, and the communicator is sitting right in it. It's risen up across the communicator's lens, but doesn't look like a fluid - not like the fresh stuff Dai's melting, although that too eventually darkens, hardens. Dai's eyes are still trained on the hole he's making, oblivious to what's happening at his feet.
The pool is just as reflective as the walls when it's solidified. It's finally clear who must have turned the communicator on. She reaches her hand out into the lens's field of vision, slowly and deliberately rising from the mirror-surface, watching Dai's back as she switches off the communicator.
You did this Eve. :| You did this.]
Only one of the Dais isn't shaking. The rest seem to ripple, disturbed like a quake is running through the earth at their feet. And then, slowly, the surface the real, solid Dai is touching starts to burn away like melted ice, and half the Dai's bodies invert and cave in, breaking down. The reflective surface becomes silvery and rough, pocketed, and the view feels like it has some shape and dimension once more. At his feet, a long pool of the melted material has formed, and the communicator is sitting right in it. It's risen up across the communicator's lens, but doesn't look like a fluid - not like the fresh stuff Dai's melting, although that too eventually darkens, hardens. Dai's eyes are still trained on the hole he's making, oblivious to what's happening at his feet.
The pool is just as reflective as the walls when it's solidified. It's finally clear who must have turned the communicator on. She reaches her hand out into the lens's field of vision, slowly and deliberately rising from the mirror-surface, watching Dai's back as she switches off the communicator.
You did this Eve. :| You did this.]
Dear me.
I suppose the only thing I can suggest is that we all stay on our guard for a little while. We don't want any more horrible accidents, after all.
... On that subject, I'd rather like to consult a doctor concerning what can be done for Ritsuka. I'm no more than a basic medic at the best of times; as it is, I doubt very much he would regain the ability to walk under my supervision alone, and I have nothing to dull the unbearable pain he presently finds himself in.
Is anyone able to lend their hand in assistance? ... At least before you medical types are in far higher demand.
I suppose the only thing I can suggest is that we all stay on our guard for a little while. We don't want any more horrible accidents, after all.
... On that subject, I'd rather like to consult a doctor concerning what can be done for Ritsuka. I'm no more than a basic medic at the best of times; as it is, I doubt very much he would regain the ability to walk under my supervision alone, and I have nothing to dull the unbearable pain he presently finds himself in.
Is anyone able to lend their hand in assistance? ... At least before you medical types are in far higher demand.
There's a rather ominous bank of cloud on the horizon to the East, visible above the trees. There has been a gradual rise in temperature, hasn't there? One would hope it grows a little stifling before the storms break it.
I should so hate to see the heat thwarted so soon.
... I've another query for you all, fellow friends and Nuadorians.
How does one come to find a life philosophy? Can a principle be enough to define and justify all the moral colours of one's actions?
Surely there is something out there as yet unencountered by us all, the perfect scenario to smash that philosophy as it stands. Or perhaps a principle can be so broad and all-encompassing as to render itself unbreakable - but what value is it then?
Do you have a philosophy on life, personally? What defines your conduct?
As insightful as you all are, and as enriched and diverse as your cultures must be, I hope for exciting answers. Though, let that not suggest that my fellow natives would be excluded from the question. You know that I'm always happy to hear from you all.
I anticipate your answers as breathlessly as ever, Nuadoria.
I should so hate to see the heat thwarted so soon.
... I've another query for you all, fellow friends and Nuadorians.
How does one come to find a life philosophy? Can a principle be enough to define and justify all the moral colours of one's actions?
Surely there is something out there as yet unencountered by us all, the perfect scenario to smash that philosophy as it stands. Or perhaps a principle can be so broad and all-encompassing as to render itself unbreakable - but what value is it then?
Do you have a philosophy on life, personally? What defines your conduct?
As insightful as you all are, and as enriched and diverse as your cultures must be, I hope for exciting answers. Though, let that not suggest that my fellow natives would be excluded from the question. You know that I'm always happy to hear from you all.
I anticipate your answers as breathlessly as ever, Nuadoria.
... My. Following up the last transmission is somewhat embarrassing.
We're so often told that appearances can be deceiving, and one ought not to judge a book by its cover, but I must admit: some of your familiars suit you entirely too well.
Perhaps there are certain aspects of oneself, traits that one can't conceal because they're simply too deep-set. Perhaps they're the animals one could be if one could preserve one's principles and nature, but shed civilisation and culture. But is it an evaluation by the self, or by another? It'd be interesting to know whether you're personally responsible for their manifestation, or if it's purely an outside source.
... Well. Either way, it must be interesting to see one's identity - or self-identity - manifest. To be honest, I'm a little bit jealous. I would rather like to have seen mine, as well. Just to see if he was right.
... Speaking of which.
It's honestly rather sweet that you remembered. Memory can be such a deceptive thing sometimes, especially when one is as young as you were. But you recalled it with almost perfect clarity.
I'm flattered.
We're so often told that appearances can be deceiving, and one ought not to judge a book by its cover, but I must admit: some of your familiars suit you entirely too well.
Perhaps there are certain aspects of oneself, traits that one can't conceal because they're simply too deep-set. Perhaps they're the animals one could be if one could preserve one's principles and nature, but shed civilisation and culture. But is it an evaluation by the self, or by another? It'd be interesting to know whether you're personally responsible for their manifestation, or if it's purely an outside source.
... Well. Either way, it must be interesting to see one's identity - or self-identity - manifest. To be honest, I'm a little bit jealous. I would rather like to have seen mine, as well. Just to see if he was right.
... Speaking of which.
It's honestly rather sweet that you remembered. Memory can be such a deceptive thing sometimes, especially when one is as young as you were. But you recalled it with almost perfect clarity.
I'm flattered.
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