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locked to house #4
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getoutofmytemple), Jyn Erso (insurgent), Rhys (rhygret), and Zevran (agradecido); probably guest starring others at some point!
What: Catch-all for space fantasy dreamhouse shenanigans
When: ca. The Descent Pt.3
Where: House #4
Warning(s): nudity but not in a sexy way.......
[ In the story so far, one of the bedrooms has been claimed by Jyn and Abelas, while the other hosts Rhys and Zevran.
Now let's skip to the part where Rhys gets locked out for hogging the loo. ]
getoutofmytemple), Jyn Erso (insurgent), Rhys (rhygret), and Zevran (agradecido); probably guest starring others at some point!What: Catch-all for space fantasy dreamhouse shenanigans
When: ca. The Descent Pt.3
Where: House #4
Warning(s): nudity but not in a sexy way.......
[ In the story so far, one of the bedrooms has been claimed by Jyn and Abelas, while the other hosts Rhys and Zevran.
Now let's skip to the part where Rhys gets locked out for hogging the loo. ]
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[ That clarification will probably help keep him from sticking his foot too far into his mouth. ]
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[Before that they were impatient and their judgement considered irrational like a child's. Adjusting to an immortal lifespan took time after all.]
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[ Just to make sure he's got it. ]
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[So basically similar to those he referred to as "shemlen". Might explain some of his irritation, seeing as he was surrounded by the equivalent of Elvhen teenager for his foreseeable future.]
It takes a few centuries for one to see past such petty things and start to focus on something worthwhile.
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[ Being perpetually surrounded by teenagers would suck a whole lot, Rhys agrees. ]
On average I think you've got until you're between seventy and your late eighties which is a lot shorter than elves apparently.
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[He shook his head in disbelief. Not even two decades and they are forging their own life on their own. A part of him found it sad, to live such a short life and perish in ignorance, while another part of him was envious. His lifespan had become more of a curse than a boon.]
Yours is a race of children. [he heaves a sigh.] It took my people countless years before becoming elderly enough to show frailty, and even then time would not claim their lives.
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But that's sort of what I meant with my original point which I...definitely did not forget at all. Humans when they're young aren't much different than when we grow up. But you're like....all immortal and stuff and apparently really different while Senren's not? Apparently?
That's a pretty big difference.
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[But he suspected he was gathering what Rhys was attempting to ask. It was not what made them different as individuals, but as a race. Aside from the immortality he supposed.]
There was... a cataclysm during the time of Elvhenan. At one point their was no barrier between the realm from which we draw magic and the realm which we exist in now. Imagine an empire built and shaped with the malleability of a dream, but the permanence of this world as you know it. Entire cities could sit perched in the sky, and one could walk the clouds as if they were solid ground. One's reality could be sculpted as an art. It was as beautiful and wondrous as it could be cruel and hideous.
Then, there was a sundering between realms: the realm of magic torn from the realm of the waking. Our empire was literally split in half. Cities fell to the ground, our people were separated from the magic that was much apart of them as your eyes are to you.
Many lost their immortality, many were enslaved. The humans stole what scraps of knowledge and power that remained of the empire, and destroyed the rest. The boy, Senren, is the child born of those that lost everything, and thus were forced to become human. He inherited the ignorance of a slave, not the magic and wisdom that should have been his birthright.
In short, I am the last of the race that came before, he is what has been shaped by those forced to live in a world broken.
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What he does get is that something like that must've been catastrophic (and not just because Abelas uses the word "cataclysm" okay) and fundamentally changed...everything about elves he supposes. Some of the Elves lost the magic that used to live with them, and some of them didn't. The ones that did became mortal like humans and supposedly had no access to their culture of history because of...well. Humans.
Rhys deflates a little, that secondhand guilt cropping up again. ]
And the...cataclysm. How'd that happen? Was it...humans?
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Hardly, humans were a race still in its infancy. Most lived in little barbaric tribes scattered across the land, very few actually managed to put together the bare scrapings of a civilization. It was not until they scavenged our knowledge that they could be considered remotely formidable.
No, my people warred upon themselves. I know not what caused it exactly, but after the Goddess I served under was slain the rest of our Gods let their lust for power drive them. I suspect it was of their doing, as none were seen or heard from since. [Not that he was complaining.] I did not see it personally, I only felt it as we defended our Temple from their forces. We retreated behind our Temple's walls not long after, where we remained. We were fortunate in that the Vir'abelasan provided us the knowledge to retain some of our magic. Without it we likely would have shared the unfortunate fates as the rest of our people. Though even our magic waned in strength, it does not come as readily as it once did.
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[ Well, that is a weight off his shoulders. He's pretty sure it would be dickish to say he's relieved but...well, he is? It's not great that Abelas's people did it instead for sure, he definitely wouldn't say that. It's just...good...that it wasn't people, you know?
Man that still sounds bad, he's just not going to comment on that. ]
Wait no hold up--back up there Abelas, you said your Goddess died? How? Isn't that what Gods are supposed to be all about? Not dying because they're impossible to kill?
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[Which basically boiled down to killing the humans that tried to reach their cities. Problem solved. Perhaps not the most.. humane way of doing it, but it was efficient and in his people's perspective at the time, the humans died so fast it hardly mattered.]
She was slain, if a God truly can be. I have been informed here that a part of her yet lived, and that she had taken a new vessel. But she slumbers as do the rest from my world so I cannot be certain. I make no claim to understand godhood, it is possible she was no god but merely a being of terrifying power.
The intricacies matter not to me, she was just and noble. She cared for her people and protected them, and in her service I was able to do much the same. My only regret is that I failed in my service to her.
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[ Religion beyond the Cult of the Vault hasn't really been a huge thing in any aspect of Rhys's life on any of the planets he's lived on. Everyone on Helios worshipped Jack and on Pandora people more or less worshipped loot and money. Deities aren't so prevalent as they were before, although he knows they're still out there. Somewhere.
Rhys runs a hand back through his hair. ]
Sleeping's better than being dead though right? That's good news.
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[It was not something he expected anyone here to understand in all honesty. He was alone in this, and many other things. At least he was somewhat accustomed to the isolation.]
My people used such a slumber as a substitute for death as it were. When you are destined to live indefinitely, life can grow weary. When one felt the time was right, they would put themselves into a slumber, or hibernation called uthenera. If Mythal does not wish to awaken, then I have doubts she shall.
[That did not mean he did not wish her to, but he no longer had it in him to hope for such things.]
If she had wished to say anything to my Sentinels and I, she had nine ages to do so. My fate is what it is. My duty failed, my people gone, and the one who I would once turn to for guidance remains ever-silent.
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[ There's always the possibility right? If Goddess could be killed, why not trapped or imprisoned?
Of course that's assuming they follow any sort of logic where Abelas is from, but Rhys can't help but try to think of a reason for that predicament if for no other reason than to try and make him feel better. It just seems like that's what he should be doing? If Rhys believed in a god that vanished he imagines he'd be pretty bummed out too.
It's weird to try and offer Abelas comfort though, and it shows in his demeanour. ]
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[Abelas remains quiet for a time and simply observes Rhys. The human obviously gained nothing by saying such things, and however awkward the attempt was, he was trying to offer comfort. It was a small kindness, one he often did not expect to find from others, certainly not something he expected of this one.
But it was a kindness all the same, and he would not so easily dismiss such a rare thing.]
...but thank you all the same.
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All the sourness and moodiness in his behaviour makes a lot more sense now and it's harder for Rhys to just write him off as being an ass. ]
You're...welcome.