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ioduanlogs2018-08-09 09:20 am
corundrum) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-08-09 09:20 am
[open] all natural and technological processes proceed in such a way
Characters: Padparadscha and you!
Date: August in general
Location: Streets of Aifaran, one of the Tifaut places of worship, Dreaming Bridge
Situation: August catch-all feat. Justice 2, Faith 5 and Meta 3 affinities. Feel free to hit me up on Plurk if you'd like a closed prompt instead!
Warnings/Rating: None currently.
[A: Mis-Knighted]
[The concept of "knighting" doesn't exist in Padparadscha's world, so they initially decide to play along with the decrepit ex-Sentryman's apparent intent to do it to them. It mostly just seems like a little bit of fun, and maybe they can learn something about customs in this world.
It turns out to be much more of a ceremony than they expected, though, and while they don't seem to mind the wait, they glance with some amusement over to anyone who's stopped by the spectacle of a rambling old man with a rusty sword laid on the shoulders of a resolute rock person.]
This is a lot of words for a...honestly, I'm not sure what it is this ceremony is for. "Knighting"?
--
[B: Meditation]
[While Padparadscha hasn't given a great deal of time to the various faiths of Aifaran, they've been around that area more in the last month, so it's not overly surprising when one of the Tifaut members invites them to a meditation session. Considering their faith involves the idea of repairing the world through belief, of course Padparadscha was going to express some curiosity about it after hearing about Rutile's questionable decision to explore the Barrier.
The most surprising part is that the meditation actually seems to work. Padparadscha is a calm person by nature, but even they can feel something that permeates deeper than that, rejuventating and energising. It's an odd feeling, a bit like when they first wake up from a long sleep, and they depart the impromptu gathering area for the meditation with a wave of the hand and a luxurious stretch towards the open sun.]
Ah, feels like I've taken in a whole day's worth of sunlight at once. It's good~
--
[C: The One With Sick Horns]
[On one hand, Padparadscha doesn't actually need beauty products considering they're all rock and a layer of skin-tone paint. On the other, the owners of that beauty shop had been pretty enthusiastic about the idea of testing their products on a kind of person they'd never seen before, and Padparadscha isn't nearly as fussed about wasting time as living things are.
The very curly horns are an odd bonus, though. They're not rock, but some kind of organic material, Padparadscha assumes, though they're surprisingly light for their size. Still, they're new and very large, so Padparadscha can be found in front of one of the mirrors in the Dreaming Bridge shortly after the incident, tapping across the horns as if to discern their makeup and response to touch.]
What funny things... [They seem more amused than anything, honestly.]
Date: August in general
Location: Streets of Aifaran, one of the Tifaut places of worship, Dreaming Bridge
Situation: August catch-all feat. Justice 2, Faith 5 and Meta 3 affinities. Feel free to hit me up on Plurk if you'd like a closed prompt instead!
Warnings/Rating: None currently.
[A: Mis-Knighted]
[The concept of "knighting" doesn't exist in Padparadscha's world, so they initially decide to play along with the decrepit ex-Sentryman's apparent intent to do it to them. It mostly just seems like a little bit of fun, and maybe they can learn something about customs in this world.
It turns out to be much more of a ceremony than they expected, though, and while they don't seem to mind the wait, they glance with some amusement over to anyone who's stopped by the spectacle of a rambling old man with a rusty sword laid on the shoulders of a resolute rock person.]
This is a lot of words for a...honestly, I'm not sure what it is this ceremony is for. "Knighting"?
--
[B: Meditation]
[While Padparadscha hasn't given a great deal of time to the various faiths of Aifaran, they've been around that area more in the last month, so it's not overly surprising when one of the Tifaut members invites them to a meditation session. Considering their faith involves the idea of repairing the world through belief, of course Padparadscha was going to express some curiosity about it after hearing about Rutile's questionable decision to explore the Barrier.
The most surprising part is that the meditation actually seems to work. Padparadscha is a calm person by nature, but even they can feel something that permeates deeper than that, rejuventating and energising. It's an odd feeling, a bit like when they first wake up from a long sleep, and they depart the impromptu gathering area for the meditation with a wave of the hand and a luxurious stretch towards the open sun.]
Ah, feels like I've taken in a whole day's worth of sunlight at once. It's good~
--
[C: The One With Sick Horns]
[On one hand, Padparadscha doesn't actually need beauty products considering they're all rock and a layer of skin-tone paint. On the other, the owners of that beauty shop had been pretty enthusiastic about the idea of testing their products on a kind of person they'd never seen before, and Padparadscha isn't nearly as fussed about wasting time as living things are.
The very curly horns are an odd bonus, though. They're not rock, but some kind of organic material, Padparadscha assumes, though they're surprisingly light for their size. Still, they're new and very large, so Padparadscha can be found in front of one of the mirrors in the Dreaming Bridge shortly after the incident, tapping across the horns as if to discern their makeup and response to touch.]
What funny things... [They seem more amused than anything, honestly.]
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[He doesn't intend to sound as brusque as he does, but damn if it isn't hard to lay it out like that from time to time. Kit grimaces as he follows along after Padparadscha, his somewhat trudging pace fairly well juxtaposed against their lackadaisical stride. He mulls over how much to tell them.]
There's this... system in place, for figuring out what your place in society is going to be. It's called the caste system. Artisans are from the artisan caste, merchants from the merchant caste--you get the picture. [Up comes his cigarette for a puff, before he lowers it.]
If you're born casteless, then someone puts this one you, [he lifts his hand up to point to an aged, tattooed brand beneath his other tattoos, just visible on his cheek bone,] so everyone else in society knows you're less than the dirt they walk on. The Shaperate doesn't add you to the memories; when you're dead, it's like you never existed.
I defended that damn thaig from the darkspawn. Honestly, I should've just let them raze it to the ground.
[he's not bitter or anything]
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That seems unnecessary. [To say the least.] As gems, we take up certain roles as given to us by Adamant-sensei, but all gems and all roles are equal. There's no reason to think of another as any lesser for the work they do, or don't do.
[Phos had arguably been in a similar position to Kit, lacking a proper role, and they've proved themselves in other ways since then.] I think it speaks for your heart that you saved it despite all that, though.