24 - Rogue

[radiantwingedone]

Who: Duke and ANYONE
Where: Plaza
When: All week! Monday and Tuesday at intervvals but... just about any time day/night for the rest of the week o/
Style: Brackets, but if you want action, I WILL FOLLOW

[ So Sunday had been a particularly bad day for Duke, although it did end up with him eating a bit more than usual because wow, it should not have been that easy for him to get knocked down-

But monday morning felt fine. Mostly because he got hit with the curse, and once again was able to sprout wings and... ignore any normal needs. Although he did find it a little harder to talk this time... Perhaps he was a different sort of angel? Still had a crystal... Oh well.

This mostly left him with a great deal more hours than he had for the past weeks, and so the ordo-Zel house is swiftly filled with the smells of apples and baking... Because if he remembers the days right, then this is close to that gift-giving holiday and...

He can't really think of much.

The problem with a full twenty four hours to spend doing something is that he ends up with way more apple pies than he has people he knows. Everyone Duke knows the name of gets 1(one) Apple Pie with 1(one) slightly magicked pie tin. The tin will keep the pies at a nice warm temperature, and will do this again if they are cooked in the pie tin. Something to do with "absorbing and storing heat from the oven and giving it slowly back over time", the note explains. Don't make cold pies in this tin, obviously.

This does leave a great deal of pies left over, and after some thought, Duke takes them to the plaza and the coral. This was newcomer time, wasn't it?

Now there's a table with pies, notes attached explaining "keep-warm pie tins", and a small paper sign proclaiming them as free apple pies. Yup. ]

(OOC: FEEL FREE TO FIND HIM DELIVERING PIES TO CHARACTERS WHO HE KNOWS. Just mention "christmas" or something in your tag and I will know it is his gift-giving o/ ANYONE CAN GET PIES FROM THE PLAZA...

Duke is also a Symphonian Angel for this -)

Comments

[redcladidealist]

I don't know how to define it. Maybe... they're "good" if they leave people alone who leave them alone, and they're "bad" if they try to attack people or things for no reason. Not evil, just... bad.

[That's not really the word he's looking for, but he can't think of what it is. Vocabulary never was his strong point.]

Couldn't they have tried other things before they attacked everyone? If they're intelligent, couldn't they find another way so that no one would suffer as much?

[radiantwingedone]

They talked. They were ignored. They sought out others, and were either ignored, or taken upon appearance alone and attacked. Those who were listened to found their human ignored as well. Choice became to attack a few points within cities, or let their numbers dwindle into madness and the world become endangered again.


... Then they are 'good'.

[redcladidealist]

If they weren't bad, then... That isn't right. If they were trying to talk to people, then people should have listened, and worked together with them. It shouldn't have gotten to that point.

[A pause, then...]

People killed them for their crystals?

[radiantwingedone]

They did not listen until a creature created from twisted Aer tried to eat the world. Then they forgot, and did not listen again, to the same words.

Yes. Fractured, crystals can provide heating, lighting, clean water, barriers, cannons, as well as magic use. Depends on formula inscribed. Less of them, more unstable Aer, more monsters, more chance of recurrence. But more comforts. More 'need', for barriers repel monsters.

[redcladidealist]

[All of this settles uneasily in Lloyd's gut, and he shifts uncomfortably, the urge to do something stirring up inside him, but what can he do? He's stuck in Vatheon, and Duke's world isn't even his. But he can't let it go unprotested.]

But from what you just said, those monsters are people, too! Maybe not even monsters at all, just another race? People shouldn't have to die just so people can be more comfortable or use magic! There has to be a better way!

[radiantwingedone]

When people take the appearance of things large enough to sit and destroy a small town, it is hard for many to remember that sentience. They see the claws and the beaks and the fangs and do not hear the words.

... Recently, those of Brave Vesperia converted every fraction of that crystal into spirits.

[ but all that he had described was the world familiar to him. ]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd opens his mouth, not sure what he's going to say, but knowing he has to say something, when the last part Duke adds makes him pause, uncertain.]

...converted the crystal into spirits? What does that mean?

[More importantly, was it a good or bad thing?]

[radiantwingedone]

Aer to mana, remnants of the Entelexeia's mind to beings that control mana. Shattered pieces, unknown elements, four great from.. four un-shattered apatheia...

[ Which meant that for Entelexeia had to die recently compared to the others. ]

[redcladidealist]

[Blank. Completely blank look of incomprehension. Lloyd stares a few helpless moments longer, as though hoping that the words will somehow explain themselves, but they don't, and so he's left completely flat-footed.]

...I have no idea what that means.

[radiantwingedone]

... Asking one of Brave Vesperia would yield better understanding. A conversion from aer to mana resulted in a conversion of those crystals to spirits.

[redcladidealist]

What's Brave Vesperia?

[Or who? He's not entirely clear from the way Duke spoke.]

So crystals... turned into spirits? People's souls?

[radiantwingedone]

A guild, formed of mismatched people that... hold far more hope than I.

[ And are capable of beating the crap out of him if they try- ]

Yes. Their words likened it to a 'next step' for Entelexeia.

[redcladidealist]

So... Monsters eat magic, then leave crystals behind when they die. [His voice is slow as he tries to piece the story together.] People can use those crystals to use magic, too, but now there's a way to turn them into spirits. So...

[He looks at Duke to make sure he's getting this right.]

So did the monster's spirits get stuck in their crystals? And Vesperia's just figured out how to let them back out?

[radiantwingedone]

Perhaps. They are also bonded to an element now, but that seems to be the result. They wish for new names, it seems, after being 'released'.

[redcladidealist]

New names? Does that mean they're not the same person? Or are they, but they've just... changed?

[radiantwingedone]

Did not have chance to converse with spirits.

[ He should go find and talk to Yuri about it... ]

[redcladidealist]

Huh...

[Which isn't as definite an answer as he'd like, but probably the best he'll get. Best to let it go for now.

His eyes drift to Duke's wings again.]

...say. Do you know how to use your wings?

[radiantwingedone]

... Somewhat. Hard to remember that do not function as solid wings do.

[ He keeps thinking he needs to use them like a bird does. Or that they can go through things. ]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd pauses. That sounds like...]

...you've had solid wings before?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke shakes his head 'no'. ]

More familiar with flight of things with solid wings.

[ He mimics things. ]

[redcladidealist]

Oh. I guess that makes sense.

[Before Colette got her wings, he could probably have said the same thing, too.]

Well, maybe we could practice together. I'm still getting used to mine, too.

[radiantwingedone]

... If you like.

[redcladidealist]

[Taking that for encouragment, Lloyd concentrates for a moment and summons the mana he needs for his wings. It still doesn't seem to come as easily and instinctually as it does for Colette, but at least they appear when he wants them.]

You ready?

[radiantwingedone]

Mmn. [ Duke flicks his a little, looking up.

And he'll go into the air now. ]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd follows him up, a little awkwardly because, whether he realizes it or not, he has much the same problem with treating his wings like solid things that need to flap. He does rise, though, bobbing a little bit.]

Wanna race around the fountain?

[Because just practicing would be boring.]