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Post by shinzo on Sept 26, 2017 9:17:00 GMT
After a long, satisfying sleep, I gradually return to the world of the living. And as soon as I remember I don't have any plans, appointments, deadlines, meetings, or conventions, I throw myself back into the extraordinarily comfortable pillow that I've been given by the person who shaped the palace I was allowed to freely use. It was something that was still taking some getting used to, one didn't live through nearly two thousand years of constant bureaucratic pencil-pushing and not be accustomed to the grind that it could just fall away like an old coat. It made the fact that I was getting this "working vacation" all the more enjoyable. While there was plenty to do, it was also true I could work at my own pace. While my stature gave me some degree of leeway in that regard, I had a ton of responsibility, only a few steps away from the head of the entire Cerulean Lute. Here....here was totally different. Here I was honestly free. But it couldn't last, not when potentially all of Creation hung in the balance. Not when my presence could either be a turning point leading to the resurgence of the Solars following a misguided coup, or a vital lynchpin of the remaining Celestial Exalted that were true to their purpose of maintaining the orderly functioning of Creation. But, because I could, I decided to lay down and stretch out just a few more minutes longer.
However, I had hard work ingrained in me too long to totally allow myself to laze the day away, so, with a long, languid stretch, I force myself from the padded couch and have my Infinite Resplendence Amulet shimmer from nightclothes to my flowing robes. Cracking my neck, I marvel at just how much difference getting sleep could really do. Of course, the actual knowledge was a known quantity before, but feeling and knowing were two very different things, as anyone who's been in the Cerulean Lute could tell you. As I go through the ministrations of preparing for my day, I begin to ponder just what that day was going to be. The answer came quickly, and within moments I spit out my trusty pattern spider. After all...the work was work, but at the end of the day, my job was monitoring Kishar....I almost called her "the solar" before I caught myself....and make sure that her survival was for the benefit of Creation, and this wasn't just emblematic of some deeper insanity that would damn all of Creation. With the Spider ready to receive orders, I ask it two questions. "Where is Kishar. What is she doing?" As the spider scurries away into the wispy tendrils that formed this world's causality, I wonder idly how the observatory came while I was asleep. Knowing Kishar, it was long since completed.
Coming back with the answer, I make my way through the palace to wherever Kishar was. I wasn't picky, and I didn't mind walking, whether she was out in her room or out working on one of the manses. At the end of the day, what was a bit of distance, what was a lack of privacy? I needed to remember who I was, to remember that walking on eggshells was just going about things weakly and without necessary gravitas and force. Grinning, I turn to her. "Well, did you get work done? I hope you're not planning to do too much more." The way she was when she was working was something I'd rather avoid, it was hard enough keeping a continuous conversation with her without it. "Thanks for making the palace again, I got a lot of sleep I really needed." I just wanted to make sure there weren't any hard feelings about that. If there were...well, at least it probably made her think a bit?
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Post by Kishar on Sept 26, 2017 18:22:51 GMT
I had rather quickly started work on the Demesne that we were now sitting on right after I had shaped the palace, and as such, I hadn't exactly given what he had said immediately after I shaped it too much thought. Pleasantries that usually accompanied my work that were utterly unnecessary here had left me a bit baffled, but I had more important things to work on instead of thinking too hardly about something that probably did not matter too much. After all, it was not like I could laze around, this was the bleeding edge of knowledge that we were sitting on! I needed to get everything ready so that I would have all the tools I could possibly need in order to crack open the knowledge of this realm and to turn it to my ends, so that we could get back to Creation and use what we have found here to make things right and perhaps figure out what had exactly caused things to go so terribly wrong in the first place. If I managed that, if I prevented the deaths of the other Solars and the extreme diminishment of Creation, surely that would make my survival over his worthwhile in the long run? Right? Of course it would, it would allow others to not go through the extreme heartache of having survived while their loved ones had died, and it would prevent the wonders that kept the age running from falling to ruin without the Solars, and particular the Twilight Caste, from being there to repair and provide them. Without us, Creation would be so diminished that it would make the time before the fighting of the Primordials look grand in comparison, at least that was what I assumed. After all, without the Chosen of the Most High to provide for the Mortals, who would be able to properly do it? The Dragon Blooded were functionaries at best and mere soldiers at worst. They could not rule a realm, they didn't have the tools.
In any case, after having finished off the Demesne, I decided to throw myself into working on the statues of Orichalcum that were necessary for the Solar Sanctum while I pondered a few finishing touches on the manse design. After all, while they were enormous and made of magical materials, they actually were not works of artifice, so they came much faster to me than even artifacts did. Giving a bit of a stretch I walked outside from the point I had been working on and found a nice little clearing to do my work in. I had never shifted out of my robes of Starmetal, so I fished around in it until I found what i had been looking for, an Artifact that was a bit like a Cache Egg but worked on a different principle. Instead of going to Elsewhere with it's cargo it would simply shrink while keeping the inside space the same. This did nothing to help with the weights of the objects nor storing them, but shrinking it down was more than enough for my purposes. After all, I simply needed to put it in my pockets. I pulled out five of them, each containing the materials for one of the statues that I would be working on and tossed them on the ground. Naturally, the sheer weight of them made the impacts kick up dust and cause the ground to shake, but it wasn't too much of an issue for me. After all, I had long since reinforced my ability to lift and break things to levels that were suitable to what I needed for working on large projects.
I tapped two of them, causing them to grow to full scale and open up as I forced a mote of essence into each, spreading out to leave the necessary jewels and orichalcum plain for everyone to see. For the spell, I needed to make five statues of myself, one representing my skill in each of the domains of the Castes. A vision of conquest and martial might for Dawn, a vision of leadership and integrity for Zenith, a vision of sorcerous might for Twilight, a vision of Athletic skill for Night, and a vision of linguistic prowess for Eclipse. All of them would be jeweled with gems that represented the colors that went into the animas of the castes, diamonds and rubies for the Dawn, Topaz and Amber for the Zenith, Sapphire and Ruby for the Twilight, Diamond and Amethyst for the Night, and Diamond and Amber for the Eclipse. The two I had opened up contained the materials for the Dawn and Zenith, as I would make them in the proper order of the progression from Dawn to Night with the Eclipse reserved for last out of reverence for the conjunction of the Sun and Moon that was represented in the most sacred bond between the Lunars and Solars. Focusing my essence I activated the artifacts resting on my back had them begin to work on the Zenith while I worked on the Dawn, both empowered by my puissant solar essence that would speed up the construction of these statues immensely. After all, while they were grand and beautiful, they were ultimately mortal crafts and thus would not even require me to pull from the Excellence that I could pull from my Exaltation.
After a few hours had passed I managed to get the first two statues done and was about to start work on the others when Shinzo came by and dropped in to say hello. My arms were still floating around behind me so I quickly dismissed them, removing their ghostly presence so that I could focus a little bit more on talking with him instead of putting them to use to work further, after all, I could give him a few minutes of undivided attention since he came out to see me, or at least attempt to before my mind wandered off as it usually did. I sighed and shrugged at what he said about getting the work done and said, "Work is never done, Shinzo. There is always something more to do. But if you are just referring to the Demesne, then yes. Currently I am working on some statues for a Solar Circle Sorcery that should let me erect all of the manses I have in mind immediately along with give several other benefits, it requires two more of these rather giant statues in order for it to function," I said, waving at them before continuing, "I'll need to shape some mortals to pray to establish it and wait for a sunny day, but as I still have to perform the shinmaic calibration in the area and the act of forging that Demesne left me with enough left over potential to make enough mortals to do it, it shouldn't be more than a day or two before everything is ready. The most time would be waiting for the weather, which shouldn't be too hard, as well as the twenty five hour period required to reshape the relationship of this area to the Shinma." I believe I answered his question as thoroughly as possible, it probably would take me another four to five hours to get the rest of the statues done, but after that I would just need to spend a day in meditation to reshape the Shinma. I could sleep after I got that done, and then wake up and put that willpower I had gained to use to establish the Sanctuary. "I am glad you enjoyed your sleep, Shinzo. It is always nice to see someone finding use of the Sorcery that I learned. It makes it feel at least somewhat worthwhile as something other than being a tool to futher my knowledge," I say, giving him a bit of a smile as I did so.
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Post by shinzo on Sept 26, 2017 19:52:27 GMT
"Oh, that's not the kind of attitude to have. Work is always there, but one really should live for the breaks between them." I say, smiling. Her attitude in regards to the work she was doing was expected, but the fact that it was expected made it no less problematic. Such an attitude was just something that wore on her. A great deal of damage was already done, though most of it was things that could be repaired in time. Most. There was some that just seemed beyond capacity, that seemed out of the bounds of what was possible. While the Exalted were designed with accomplishing the impossible in mind...what would happen if the problem was inherent to the Exalted themselves? If it were tied with our very ability to do the impossible? Some flaw in the Maker's design, or some insidious curse placed by his brethren, living or "dead"...well, it wasn't like there was anything I could place. It just seemed so...odd. Odd how even the Chosen of the Maidens seemed to join in on the insanity, seemed to lose ourselves in consensus and dedication. It was not something that should happen. Our jobs stratified us, our roles kept us distinct. We should be above petty things like peer pressure, above such social issues and free to speak our minds. So why were we so eager to throw that away, to the point that I saw completely different things through the meditation that Kishar put me into?
Sighing, I nod at the fact the demenses were finished, but the Manses still needed work. "Don't forget your own rest, Kishar. I won't have you pestering me and then going off and exhausting yourself in turn." I laugh. "We don't want you to make a hypocrite of yourself, do we~" That was a problem that I wanted to avoid. The making of laws that were arbitrary in scope and applied only was aspected by the Yozi Cecylene, something that the Solar Exalted, as Lawgivers, should be above. It was a minor fact in this case, but it wasn't one that I would ignore. Gentle chiding and guidance over time was the most likely solution to these issues, as a river would carve a great canyon into a mountain. It would take a great deal of work and effort, but we had time, and we had freedom. It was something I can and needed to do in order to be confident in bringing one of the people who could prove equally likely to be the world's redeemers and the world's destroyers back to it. I didn't need to be fully sure, because such surety was impossible in a situation like this, of competing prophecies and beings that were both inside fate and beyond it. But I needed to be confident.
Her description of what was left to go made me smile. It really was progress. "That's good, I still need to work on smoothing out the wrinkles in causality from all of this. It's troublesome, but it's work that needs to be done, so I can't complain." Shaping was always some of the most troubling effects to deal with. When it's what was once Wyld and out of fate, it's another story, but shaping what is inside Creation is such a hassle, it causes such tangles and knots that it's hard to blame the Pattern Spiders for going into a tizzy. It would have been funny to see them try and actually get at the root of their problems, if they started biting down on Solar's fates enough that the Solars would grow tired of using their charms to try and avoid it, then perhaps something would have gotten done about it a long time ago.
Still...it was clear she needed a break. So engrossed as she was she didn't notice it, but the signs of exhaustion were clearly present. At this point, a man couldn't take no for an answer. "But come on. Let's take a break. We have important matters to discuss. I notice you might have forgotten something important, and I don't feel comfortable talking about it while your attention is split even further to actual work on a project, instead of just constantly thinking about work on a project." It'd be hard enough with her mind wandering, let alone hermind actively focusing on something else. I couldn't really be confident anything sunk in like that.
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Post by Kishar on Sept 27, 2017 2:25:26 GMT
I heard what he had to say on my attitude, and all I could really muster was a shrug. That sounded nice and all, but there really was far too much for me to do before I could take a break. So many things, so much to know, so much to do, so much to save. It had been mostly that way even before I came here, after all, it wasn't as if all the secrets of Creation had been discovered. But at least there it was shared between the sixty twilight castes of Creation, we all did our part to unravel the secrets of the cosmos, even if we had our squabbles and disputes we knew that we contributed to each other's work in immense ways. Whereas here it was just me working alone for the most part, with some help from Shinzo who was less skilled than myself in a great deal of fields. So I had to take up the slack and make sure that everything got done. "That sounds good and all, but breaks should be kept to a minimum when there is so much to do, and I have found enjoyment in my work so I personally don't have too much of an issue with just working," I said, giving him a smile as I tinkered with a scale model of the Twilight Caste statue that I was going to work on next, pressing bits of the scrap metal here and there with my fingers to sculpt it into place to provide a good idea for the design of the next statue, which had me in the process of casting Solar Circle Sorcery, the cracking of reality and white essence represented by diamonds heavily encrusted into thin tendrils of orichalcum.
I sighed as he said that and shrugged, it was late afternoon at the moment, not even the hour of twilight had come so I had quite a few more hours of work before I would have to sleep. After all, I had gotten my sleep the night before so it wasn't too much of an issue to just push myself throughout the entire day as I went about my work. "Yes yes, I will make sure to get my sleep in as well. It's not even evening yet though so it's not too big of a deal if I continue on, physical fatigue isn't too much of an issue for me so long as I don't spend over ten hours doing grueling heavy lifting, sprinting, or something similar. Mental fatigue doesn't set in for me for a few days of work with how often I spend a great deal of time dedicated to a piece," I said, giving him a bit of a rundown on my limits. Perhaps I was ignoring other, less detrimental signs that didn't affect my working speed or ability, but those were not important to me. It was only when my fatigue started to be an issue to getting things done or I lost out on chances to regain willpower so that I could do my work more effectively that it really mattered. "I appreciate the thought, however, Shinzo. I am glad you care enough to point things like that out to me, but I am fine really. I can continue working at optimal capacity without mental or physical limitations from it," I said, smiling at him as I explained my position on this to him. I was fine, there was nothing wrong. I could continue working, I had to continue working towards my goal. If I stopped, then it might get away from me after all.
I nodded at what he said about smoothing out the wrinkles in causality and said, "Very well, though I am unsure of exactly how much of an issue the redefining of this area's relationship to the Shinma might pose, though I do think due to the way this area is now essentially an Exclave of Creation Enclaved in this land it shouldn't affect the outside too much. It is a completely localized effect after all. Things inside here should likely be contained by the physics of Creation so long as the radius doesn't exceed this place's size." Hopefully that would come as some good news for him, it would let him not have to worry so much about cascade reality failures due to fate knots or similar things. I could always get around to learning that spell that would let me turn off the natural processes of an area so that high energy experiments could be done in it...but I was unsure of how that would affect this place and this land so perhaps that would be a bad idea. Maybe after I have some sort of a safeguard artifact. Things for later, I supposed.
I sigh as he tries to force me away from my work, and given what he brought up it wasn't exactly something I could say no to. I didn't exactly need a break just yet, at least it didn't seem that way to me as this much work was completely normal for me. I did need to clear up a misconception though, and I began to do so as I stood up and flared my clothing, removing any dust or particulates from my work that had gotten on me as I did so. "I didn't forget about that meditation I put you under, I simply trusted you to come to me when you were ready to talk or that it would be unnecessary as there was nothing there to talk about. Given the fact you brought it up, I shall assume it is the former and that is definitely something that is worth taking a break from my work to discuss," I said, giving him a nod as I began to walk back to the palace. It didn't take long to make it back inside and to a parlor that would serve as an excellent place to discuss it, and I took the opportunity to pull out one of the fruits I had grown accustomed to eating and taking the time to feed myself to make the break seem at least somewhat useful beyond the discussion before saying, "So then, what did you find? Anything of note that we can work with?" I was very curious as to what could have influenced all of the Sidereals as he seemed to imply had happened, so that I could come up with countermeasures should the need arise to counter it when we returned.
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Post by shinzo on Sept 27, 2017 6:22:46 GMT
So much of what she said was just the same thing. It was annoying. So annoying. In the end, I just roll my eyes. "Now, I'm not going to just assume it just hasn't been possible for you to take a break and actually just have fun for a change. After all, I don't need to assume, I know that for a fact." Sighing and shaking my head, I try to rein myself back a little. It wasn't easy. After all, it was my job description to do what I could to ensure people had times of great joy and happiness...that was what my calling was, it was what I was Chosen to do. And...while there would likely come a time where discovery and invention would reach that point once again for her, like it all but certainly did when it was tied with her time with her first Mate, right now...it simply wasn't. She had spent thousands of years living a lie, living in the shadow of his death. I couldn't just ignore it, but nor could I just inelegantly bring it up as some petulant complaint. It needed to be saved for when the time was right, the truth was often like a knife, good for little but hacking and slashing save when the most opportune moment comes, and acts as a scalpel to save someone.
Still...I couldn't do much more than that at the moment, I sigh as she tries to suggest that just because this earth was no longer a part of the world, there wouldn't be any real issues regarding causality. Unfortunately, that was less a matter of actual fact, and more a matter of an imperfect understanding on her part. "I'm afraid that's not the case. You see...the strands of fate are all snarled and tangled as a result of the shaping, for just that reason. Right now, there's an absence, a rift in fate that leaves strands cut, knotted, tangled. Any fate that was meant to interact with this space, this patch of earth that you chose to become Creation's enclave, is damaged by the fact that, in the eyes of causality and this world, it doesn't exist. To put it simply, you disjointed it's Fate, taking it out of fate and putting it back in, and fixing that has taken no small amount of effort." Sighing and wiping my forehead, I shrug. "But, it's coming along. I have to decide whether it would be better in the long run to just have Fate sidestep this area or try and reconcile the concerns of such wildly different areas...but at the end of the day, it'll work out how it's meant to work out. It always does, after all."
Her rejoinder to my attempt to drag her from work, however, left me stunned. That was...genuinely thoughtful and nice of her to do. It was so easy to forget that, that she was generally such a nice, friendly person when she wasn't overburdened by her loss or consumed by her Caste or the culture of Solar society. I wondered why it was continuously such a problem, why it was continuously so difficult for me to keep that in mind, to keep the fact that she was not just some threat, some hope, some -thing-, and that she was a unique individual Exalt deserving of individual respect. But then...that was what we were going to be talking about. "Astute. But yes, it is important." As I follow her to the parlor, I slump down on the couch and sigh, shaking my head. "Nothing so distinct. It's frustrating, incredibly frustrating. But there's definitely a dividing line. Two seperate visions, with it not hard to imagine which one is the real one." I sigh, shaking my head. "Even those who were in favor of the Golds seemed to get the impressions that the Bronzes had the better argument. Enmity, distrust...it was passed aside."
I frown, obviously troubled by what I was saying. I had to cast myself in another role...but it was something that was obviously the case, so I could just substitute another's actions. "It makes me wonder just how much mental fortitude Tammiz Ushun had. To be able to lead the opposition in an argument where his own mind was doubtlessly swung against him. I knew I was right...but it felt like, and doubtlessly sounded like, my words were weak and faltering when in reality they were clear...and people I thought swayed by the cold but unflinching logic of Kejak..." I shudder. "They were just animals. Rabid dogs themselves, no better than the dragonblooded of the Bronze Prophecy. Unnatural mental influence of the highest caliber might have done it...but we should have felt something. We should have known something. Unless Kejak knows some secret Sidereal martial art that the rest of us don't know exist...I don't even think it's him. I don't think he'd be capable of it. There are a few Veterans alive that are more powerful than him...but I doubt it for them, either...after all, the Loom's safeguards are on, and they can't take Astrological charms with them..." I sigh. "That's...what I could gather. I don't know if that will be any help to you.
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Post by Kishar on Sept 27, 2017 20:45:40 GMT
I sigh and shrug at what he said, it wasn't exactly wrong, but it wasn't exactly right either. "Possible, yes. Efficient and wise, no. I didn't want to take a break until the Manses were done at least so that I could leave some automated processes to the artificial intelligence that would be created in order for some work to get done at least while I was taking some sort of break to read or spend time on a more lavish meal. At least that way it wouldn't seem like it was a bit of a waste of time," I said with a shrug before pre-empting his response to it by saying, "I still get my sleep as that isn't a waste since it gives me back my willpower and helps with reducing mental fatigue after a point, but general leisure is less important since all it does is slightly increase my mote restoration since I already restore so much more than that with these." I said, gesturing at one of my protoshinmaic vortices that were embedded in my skin to illustrate my example. That was my thinking on it at least, the ways I gained Essence beyond just simple relaxation were far more bountiful than just relaxation, so it was just sort of a waste of time to do that when I didn't have something else going on in the background to at least do some of the planning for me to make things easier.
I knew what he was saying, I guess he simply misinterpreted what I meant so it was up to me to clarify what I meant by that and as such I prepared to give a bit of a lecture on the subject matter. "Oh, I am aware that there likely is a void in fate, but that works to our advantage more than likely. What I meant was that now that this area is for all intents and purposes an area outside the normal fate of this world, the effects of what we do in here only affect the closed system of more creation-esque fate that we have constructed within, creating far fewer issues once it is finally all settled. Our connection to the rest of the world is only on the physical, on a metaphysical level this might as well be an alien realm whose borders are dark to the rest of the world. So unless one is observing it through means that are not that of the fate of this area, it would be likely impossible to see inside as well due to this," I said, nodding along to my own dissertation on the matter before replying to what he said at the end, "I appreciate your effort at working out the issues caused by this, and at least going by what would be less work in the long run based on the portal among other things, I would recommend making fate sidestep this area, finalizing it's metaphysical 'separation' if you will, much like this was a place of the Wyld or Malfeas to this world. Able to be interacted with, but of a totally different fate. If there is anything I can do to help make this transition easier, please do let me know. I would be more than willing to help share the burden."
I nodded as I listened to him speak on that matter, the very fact that he saw two visions spoke of some unnatural influence upon them, even if the source was utterly unknown. It was good that I had suggested this, it gave significant results even if we did not manage to tack down the source from this. I stayed silent on the matter as he paused, as I figured it would be a wiser idea to address it all at once instead of taking things piecemeal. This was something I would need to analyze heavily, it was work that made this break worthwhile even if it distracted from the main discussion here. I listened to his breakdown of what could have possibly caused it, and I agreed that normally that they should have been able to notice something, that the use of this charm couldn't have been the only way to detect it. They likely had something to show them that mental influence was at work. The lack of Astrological Charms and likely no Sidereal Art that could do such a thing left very few options. With an effort of Will and expenditure of Essence, my mind reached for both supreme excellence in Lore and the Occult, pushing my mind to extremes that none could fathom unless they were to do the same, causing my anima to flare straight to the iconic as I pondered this.
"I agree, your assessment is likely correct in regards to it not being Kejak at least from what you have said. I also agree that outside mental influence is unlikely except from the most powerful sources. It is a possibility that this might have been the work of the Maidens themselves, but I do not find this likely as there was something unclear in the prophecy. Not only that, but it seems extremely odd to me that it would manifest in the way you have described if it was their influence, it seems so base and inelegant. So while this is a possibility for the source, I consider it extremely unlikely and a source of last resort," I said, bringing up the possibility and then dismissing it, "For other sources it could have been something done by one of the Yozi, but again, it seems odd that such a thing would not have been detected by heaven if it was done right then." I think a little on it before answering, "The last possibility, and the one that seems rather out there but the most likely of the things that I can even think of is some imperfection or lasting curse upon the Exaltation. It would require further corroboration with other instances of oddities occurring within the Chosen as a whole and looking deep into the Exaltations themselves, but it is a possibility. If it is a Curse, it must have lingered for an extremely long time, the aftershock war at the very least. Something that could affect the Exaltations would have to come from Autochthon himself, or the power of multiple unrestrained primordials, perhaps using the last bits of their power to do it. What they could have done is beyond what I can say at the moment given my limited information, as well as how it might be fixed or how it might manifest for others, but if this is the case, it is highly unlikely that it is just the Chosen of the Maidens who are effected," I said, giving the last bits of my summation before coming out of the trance, letting the essence stay but not actively drawing upon that and asking, "Do you have anything else on the matter that I can work from? Anything at all would be very helpful in spotting other possibilities I might have missed or confirming these."
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Post by shinzo on Sept 27, 2017 22:24:19 GMT
I was too preoccupied by the import of what I was talking about to register most of what she said...though keeping in mind her point about whether taking breaks for fun was possible or not would be important indeed. unfortunately, we still needed to talk about business, still needed to get through the obvious fact that there was a curse hanging over...as she said, not just the Maidens, but likely the Solars and even the Lunars...potentially even the down to earth Terrestrials. The sheer awful nature of that internal pun just made me groan...if I'd have said that out loud in a situation like this, I don't know whether the vengeance Kishar would have taken would be more painful than the self-inflicted scouring of my soul that was already under way. But, business, business...
"The Maidens...yes, that's not impossible at all..." Just as she was quick to dismiss it, though, I keep mulling it over. "Perhaps it's something the Maidens themselves were arguing over, just as we in the Fellowship argued over it? The split in the Factions was somewhat greater than two/fifths, but not overwhelmingly so. I could see Mercury standing in favor of the Gold Faction, Saturn, Jupiter, and Mars favoring the Golds, with Venus stuck in the middle..." Mulling that thought over was decidedly unpleasant. "It would also explain why Usshun was able to resist the compulsion...though of course, individual Exalted of all the Castes were on all sides, but the average did play out that way..." I shrug. "As to the prophecy being unclear, if there is division at that top level, there would of course be division lower in the chain, especially on a matter like this. If the Maidens did not have a clear vision to give, a clear direction that the Loom would stitch, then we would not get the benefit of such a prophecy. Still...I agree that it is more inelegant than I would give the Maidens, though, for a matter of this import, I would not put it past them to lose some sense of decorum, though I would certainly like to believe that the Incarnae that gave us our Exaltations are not ones that have betrayed Creation in such a manner."
Still, my stomach sickens at the alternative. "Do you truly think that the Primordials had such opportunity and such ability to infect our Exaltations in such a manner? For Autocthon, it's to be expected, since he created us, but..." But what? But Autocthon wouldn't do that? Who could say? He hasn't been around for thousands of years, since he fled Creation. But then, the next thought. But what did he flee from? Did he see some error in our nature that he couldn't or wouldn't fix? That the treatment of the Jadeborn might have convinced was irreperable, either literally or practically based on the pride of the Lawgivers? It was terrifying how reasonable it sounded. Some lingering rot that infected his greatest creation, just as he himself suffered. "So it's a choice between two sources of last resort, then?" I shrug. "Nothing solid...but the latter should be at least theoretically testable. I would also say that from a causal standpoint...the Primordial Curse theory makes sense. Whether it will be borne up in experimentation is it's own matter entirely."
As she asks about whether there is anything else to work on, I shake my head. "Unfortunately, no. If you or I was to delve deeper and further into the meditative trance, to spot for any other incidences of divergence in such situations, then that would be a possibility. Later on, I just might have you administer it to me, once causality is stabilized and the Destinies have been applied to leave you to your work. That could effectively disprove the possibility of Maiden interference, as if it occurred in a situation where the Maidens would not have such a potentially vested interest as the entire structure of the universe being altered in such a profound manner, then that makes that possibility easy to disprove." I shrug. "I would also counsel not to totally disprove the possibility of a hidden Sidereal Art that could sway us in this way. It's no more likely than the other answers...and perhaps less convincing than the Exaltation Rot conclusion, but it is a possibility nonetheless. Developing a style in that manner is far from impossible...though making it undetectable in nature might prove difficult."
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Post by Kishar on Sept 28, 2017 0:38:22 GMT
I thought about what he said, turning it over and over again in my head, thinking about all the permutations of what was possible before realizing that something was wrong with what he said, at least when it came to the Maidens. There wasn't any way they would not have a clear way to stitch if they were truly involved, after all, they dictated fate from something else, something that I had come across in my deep study of the Wyld and the nature of the Shinma themselves, that which governed causality and the flow of events when Fate was not involved. Thinking on it more, it once again became a possibility as their motivations all differed, so it could all come from how the future would unfold best for their plans to come about, however for that to be true then at least the Prophecy of Darkness that foretold the very destruction of Creation itself likely would have to be false. After all, the maidens would not be in disagreement on something as basic as if Creation would be destroyed or not based on Samsara more than likely. Even at this stage, Samsara as a whole was something I could touch upon without knowing the contents, knowing only the form and theory of it so I could never truly know what they may or may not have seen, I could only guess from their actions. Not only that, but it was entirely possible it did not contain the knowledge of all the future, so I would ignore it for now and focus more on the potential motives for the weaving of this future.
"Perhaps that might be true...but in that case the Vision of Darkness would likely be a fabrication, at least insofar as the destruction of Creation as a whole being a result of it is, and the specifics might be false in the prophecy, but rather consider the motives of each of the Maidens and what would be brought about by each prophecy" I said, channeling the Essence running through my mind, expanding it astronomically, "Mercury wishes to make things progress, which naturally goes with the Vision of Gold. Venus wishes for people to be happy, which looks at first to be part of the Vision of Gold, but considering the possible drawbacks might be Bronze, hence the indecision. Mars wishes for conflict, and the usurpation and fall of civilized society benefits that. Jupiter wishes for secrets, and the fall of the Solars would ensure the continued existence of them. Saturn wishes for endings, and this would be an ending of an era. So it does make sense that they would try to enact such a thing through each of their respective groups of Chosen. However I do see some potential hiccups in this." I sighed and shook my head as I said that before continuing, "If there was influence from them, then I am unsure if even this charm could notice it. They are the masters of Fate, and it would make sense that it would be insanely difficult to detect their hand, especially with something of the same source if they wanted it hidden. Furthermore, the way you described them being animalistic almost seems quite out of touch at least for those not of Mars when it comes to the influence. It is not an impossibility, but again I say this is merely a possibility and a not very likely one."
I nod at what he says, indeed I can think of the perfect time for them to have done something such as this. "Indeed, during the final stages of the Primordial War. That is the most likely place that this could have occurred, when we condemned those that would become the Neverborn to death. Perhaps during the extreme disruptions caused by their death on Creation, or even during the Three Spheres Cataclysm. Those opportunities could have provided enough power to do something horrendous to the Exaltations that we could not even know of. Indeed, it could have happened before the Cataclysm and we could have even known about it, but that knowledge could have been destroyed in it. We shall never know if that was the case however, after all, that Cataclysm destroyed so much. It isn't even incompatible with the flaw theory, indeed, if there was a flaw in the Exaltation they could have exploited it without Autochthon's knowledge," I said, giving my ideas to him to ponder before addressing what he said at the end. "Indeed, and I agree that the latter is what we should likely focus on. It would require time and effort to test here, but not theoretically beyond my abilities. It would have made things much easier if we were in creation and had access to Lytek and his tools, but that is impossible for now. I could lengthen our stay and focus on creating something that could view an Exaltation in enough detail to search for that sort of thing, we could attempt to look for outward symptoms of the curse in either of us, which might be easier since I happen to know of a Solar Charm that activates when we are under unnatural mental influence, or we could wait until we get back and I can focus on the materials here to speed things up. I think the second option is probably the wisest one, as if we can find those symptoms we can shift to the first one for more information if it bears fruit and is pressing enough to be willing to wait," I said, laying out the options we have before us for consideration and asking his opinion on the matter.
I nodded as he said that, "Very well, I shall do that. I can try to create something that will let you record your memories in some fashion and analyze them with the artificial intelligence as well if you would like in order to make it easier. It shouldn't be too hard considering that the concept of Dreamstones already exists. I would simply need something to record it and deal with the compression issue, nothing I shouldn't be able to come up with or work around with the power of a networked intelligence like what the central manse will have," I said with a shrug as I continued, "I shall keep that under advisement. I will say you can probably search for that sort of influence with this as well, and probably disprove it. I am going to move under the theory that it is likely the Exaltation Curse/Flaw and work from there. It makes the most sense at least from my perspective, and is the only one we can actively test at the moment beyond a dream analysis that might be able to be altered," I said with a shrug. "In any case if that is all I think I am going to head out to continue my wor--" I started to say before I missed a step and snagged myself on the carpet, landing face firms. Luckily, it didn't cause any harm, but it was obvious that I had exhausted myself far more than I had thought with that channelling of knowledge, "Or I would have if I wasn't obviously more exhausted than I thought I was. That exercise must have taken it's toll on me more than I had anticipated. I very rarely use both of those at the same time..."
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Post by shinzo on Sept 28, 2017 8:50:24 GMT
I shrug. "As to the Vision of Darkness, we saw it for what it was: A vision of potential failure. The future that would take place were there total inaction on the part of the Sidereals. It wasn't something that would happen, that we would allow to happen. It was a possibility, as visions tend to be...the divergent strands leading to different futures based on our actions." I wasn't convinced that the Maidens wouldn't have woven a future that would lead to this choice, this path. I hoped they didn't, but in the end, if that was the case...maybe the Incarnae were right in leaving it to us, with the greater consensus lying in the Path of Bronze. And here I stood at the crossroads. I was leaning towards Gold...but even now, even with all that was said, that could still change. Though...with actual progress being made, I couldn't just leave it at that. I needed to take this path wherever it leads. We would and could spend a great deal of time here...and one way or another, that knowledge was heading back to Creation. Hopefully borne on the wings of the Lawgiver...but it could just as easily be me and me alone.
I nod at her summation. "Fair enough. It's not like there's enough evidence to come to a conclusion either way. It only makes sense that you'd want to work on the more testable solution." The fact was that the Curse/Flaw solution was the most likely answer was both troubling and elating at the same time. There was both no new enemy beyond known quantities that we were already set against or that we already wanted to bring back, who would be able to look things over. If it was Autocthon, it would have been through no malice of his own, rather...incompetence was not the correct word, but the fact that he was lacking in an ability to fail to prevent this result. He was a Primordial that embodied both the greatest of invention, but also sickliness and infirmity. It made sense that while he went about creating his most wondrous creations in the Exalted, that his nature as well as the weak foundation of mortal humanity would let rot come in. And that was assuming the culprit weren't the Yozi or the Neverborn, enemies we knew and enemies that were bound or dead.
Her ideas for solving the issue as it was could all bear fruit, and I nod. "Those both sound like good ideas...but I think the First should be given it's due time once the rest of our projects are exhausted. Honestly, the more work we get done here, the better. A prolonged stay isn't an issue considering our life spans and the fact that we will return right on time..." I smirk a bit. "Which is why you really should take things easier...." As if on cue, she begins to show her exhaustion, collapsing over. "Exactly my point, I say, heading over to give her a hand back up. Still...what she offered to me for my introspection was highly problematic at best. "Maybe I'll consider that if I can't glean anything more out of my dreams, but I'd still rather not. I do value my privacy, while it's important to keep an open heart...being too open can lead to things being taken from you." As I make it over to her, I pull her up. "Well, that's enough heavy topics for the day, and certainly enough work. I think it's time for you to get some rest, or at least a massage if you really are set on avoiding sleep."
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Post by Kishar on Sept 29, 2017 3:28:40 GMT
As he helped me up, I sighed and shook my head, weary from the intense mental strain that had come from coming to grasp with that much knowledge after having had pushed myself more than a little bit earlier on in the day. The acute fatigue had already begun to wear off rather quickly, and I knew that if I really wanted to I could easily push myself into working on the projects I had to do without much issue. However, those projects would also put a drain on my willpower enough that I likely would either be unable to bring my most powerful sorcery to bear without relying on my Phylactery, or if I could it would leave me dangerously drained of will. As such, I decided it would be a wise decision to focus my attention elsewhere for now, on plans and other things that did not require me to expend my force of will in order to make them work. That would be the best idea, and while I could not do such things in my sleep...though that might be a good charm idea for later, I could work on some of them while he was giving me a massage, so that would be a decent enough way to come to a middle ground here. He likely had some way of helping me recover my will anyway, which would likely have far fewer side effects than my solution to the issue, after all, necrotic energy had all sorts of side effects when channeled directly through my charms rather than through my necromancy. "I suppose I can take you up on that massage then Shinzo," I said as I started to walk over to the backless couch that was in the lounge before flopping down on it.
As I relaxed on it, I pondered what else he had said, and tried to come up with responses to it. The bit about the prophecies I didn't really have anything to say that hadn't been said, so I decided to let that lie. However, I could work with what he had said about the first option that we had, after all, it was far more involved than it might seem on it's face to an outsider who didn't specialize in the kinds of crafts that I did. "The main issue is not wanting to start work on something of that magnitude without other evidence that it might be the case. In Creation, access to Lytek's tools would provide an easy way to do it without having to worry about creating the tools, but each of the tools necessary would likely be a creation on par with the portal to leave this place, and unlike the portal, I do not have as solid of an idea of the plans for it or how the internal mechanics might even work, let alone what kinds of exotic materials I would need to work with them," I said, sighing as i did so before continuing, "I am not even sure if this realm has the right kinds of materials or enough to work with such things, and while I am sure I have the right kinds of materials with me for the portal, at least so long as the design isn't radically different to get back, I cannot be sure of whether or not I have what I need for those tools. As such, I would really rather save the creation of such things for after it becomes obvious that they would be useful and after seeing if I can find suitable materials in this realm to use." I hoped I had gotten across my point like I had wanted, after all, the colossal undertaking that these tools represented was on the scale of works left behind by the Great Maker. It was only through the fact I was one of the greatest of the Twilight Caste that such a thing was within the realm of plausibility.
I tilt my head, obviously a bit confused at his reaction to my offer of help in the matter of analyzing the dreams, but end up shrugging and deciding to clarify as he seemed to think it would be an invasion of his privacy. "Well, I would of course be building in provisions so that any data would be able to be protected from anyone's access, even my own, and since you would be a root administrator registered with the Sentience at the same level as myself, I would not be able to override this without noticeably re-configuring the manse on a physical level. I simply was offering you access to an intelligence that could sift through it systematically while referencing the archives that I was going to install with my knowledge of the occult, specifically of Essence Theory, Charms, and Sorcery, along with knowledge of the principles of the Perfected Lotus so that it could scan for you. But if you do not wish for anything to look into your memories at all, then I will respect that," I said with a shrug and a sigh, "I just hope that you will be able to find something so that we can have some more leads." After saying that, I simply rested on the couch belly down and drew a pillow under my head as I waited for him to make good on his offer of a massage.
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Post by shinzo on Sept 30, 2017 2:19:26 GMT
Sighing and shaking my head as she slumps over on the couch, I shrug. "I'd have preferred to do it before it got this bad, but I suppose you should be tough enough not to feel too much pain with a deep tissue massage." I knew that was what was going to be necessary to get a job this bad done. Most everything here was going to be chronic and ingrained, knots upon knots upon knots. I'd seen her type before, the type to all but kill themselves from overwork due to a lack of knowledge or ability to properly manage one's life. There had been a few times I'd allowed it to continue so that overwork could truly prove lethal...after all, Starmetal is Starmetal. But that wasn't the norm and only occurred in the most extreme happenstances and wasn't something I enjoyed allowing to happen...usually I'd want to see people long before they looked like Kishar, let alone like one who was about to be so wound up they began to tear themselves apart. Still, I head over anyway, cracking my knuckles as I get ready to tackle some of the hardest work I've come face to face with
As she explains the difficulty of the task...it was unfortunate, but I nod. It was unfortunate that there was no way I could reap the fruits of her research without tying myself to her coming back and throwing in with the Gold Faction, but that was increasingly seeming like the logical way to go to begin with, so that wasn't the worst thing. I ponder if this was Solar influence coming over me, as foretold in the Vision of Darkness, but she didn't have a way to hide the magical effects from the telltale music they would create, so I dismiss it. Besides, she was working on solving the issues with dedication and without paranoia, I couldn't ask for more, really. "Fair enough. I think it's worth at least looking into, because the effects of faulty Exaltations will only magnify at an exponential rate if given time, I would imagine...especially if it becomes common knowledge and people begin to take umbrage with the mere possibility." I make sure that concern is clearly placed, because it was one of the most obvious flaws in her plan.
I blink as she makes it clear she intended privacy measures from the beginning... "I've misjudged you again, Kishar. Please, forgive me." I say with a smile. "Only if it's not too much trouble. I don't wish to prove burdensome. I would also recommend you take a trance yourself. Mine was most illuminating...I wonder if yours are? Have you engaged in it since your training?" I blink. "Install your knowledge? I wasn't even aware something like that could be done..." Laughing and shaking my head, I shrug. "Well, impossible is a narrow definition, so I'm not truly surprised." With that, I pat her on the shoulder. "I'm going to begin now. Please relax."
As I begin to dig into her muscles, I find about exactly what I'd expected. Her muscles aren't anywhere near as defined and powerful as most who'd progressed through as much high level martial arts training as her, but most of her focus was on the most esoteric arts and simply the natural way she interacted with the world through violence. And while that allowed me to get deeply in without much awkwardness on my end, her thousands of years of tension and knotting proving as difficult as I expected, but with a deft and practiced hand, I execute my craft with elegance and precision, applying deep, forceful pressure to her knotted up muscle while simultaneously stimulating pleasure centers, expertly dullying the pain and granting pleasure in it's place. Increasingly I found her to be putty in my hands as I continued to work the muscle across her body, because just about any place there was muscle, there were muscle knots.
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