Second Field of Fonons [Action/Video]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Jade spends some of the day holed up in "his" workshop. Formerly Dist's, but since remodeled to match its new owner, as Jade does his best to ignore whatever positive influence Dist's previous presence in this world was implied to have. Instead, he finds himself spending the better part of his afternoon researching previous journal entries to collect as much information as possible. It's better than trying to deal with the fact that Anise has apparently been kidnapped the other day.

But he's stuck on two particular entries, that were made around the same time - just a few days over a year ago. The moment he found the first entry, he made sure that the door was locked; having ensured that a lock was installed on the door to the workshop if there was not one already. And he tried to play the entries quietly, to study them.

"Earlier, I discovered that Regal Bryant and Gelda Nebilim have each been sent back to their respective worlds."

"What do you believe happens...when you die?"

He considers all the different Nebilims that he knows of. The replica he made, that hollow and destructive shell that he had to put down with the friends hed somehow made. The ghost whom he knew to roam Luceti before he could remember being here, who apparently gave him the forgiveness that he always sought, but now could not remember. The disguise worn by that parasite of a Dream Shifter, who was a Nebilim whom had lived into Jade's adulthood and tried teaching him secrets of the Seventh Fonon - an ideal that was too good to be true, who came to be as dead as the other Nebilims. Just like the original, the one they were all rooted in. The professor who was able to teach Jade - whom he realized too late whom he could not replace. But Luceti brought all these other complicating factors into the equation, which made him ponder Nephry's very question for himself. Relying on death as a permanent absolute was no longer reliable. What is he supposed to make of it now, and of his responsibility towards others' lives and deaths?

Jade eventually resurfaces from the workshop and may stop to talk with any of the house-mates who are around on his way out of the house. Donning an umbrella, he makes a few more stops around town for the remainder of the day. He goes to the Battle Dome, where he does some training in simulations of environments similar to the icy Mt. Roneal, and he unleashes some of his most devastating fonic artes in this practice. Perhaps more venting than training.

And sometime that evening, he makes his way to the memory garden, as discreetly as he can manage. He's only there for the sake of curiosity. He wonders if anyone arranged anything for the Gelda who was here. If he does not find anything, he will instead find an empty space to stand still in contemplation for some minutes, before turning to take the dark trek home.]

[Video]

[When he chooses to address the journals, he's back at the workshop, his fingers steepled before him as he looks into the video feed. He goes in a voice that has some cheeriness mixed with sarcasm, and occasionally bitterness.]

I suppose I might as well make an address over these journals at this point. As loath as I am to actually use this unwieldy device, it's been far too boring around here. [He won't bring up his actual first entry, since he was all anon for it.] Some of you here may know me, and please keep in mind regarding anything you think you may have learned about me during one of my previous "stays" here, that I am a notorious liar. My name is Colonel Jade Curtiss, and it's been several months since my arrival here. Certainly long enough to get an idea of the Malnosso's capabilities. But please note that no matter what oddness their experiments would have you believe, I actually have no children. [And considering that he apparently looked oddly unlike himself during that week, he thinks it should be easy to pretend that was not he himself doing those odd things - being part of some family. The more distance he could create from those fake memories, the better.

Jade reaches up to adjust his glasses.]

Mm, am I missing something? Ah, yes. I believe that to truly complete an entry in this journal, I'm required to ask some manner of pointless question. Very well, I suppose I might as well go all the way while I'm making this message. So tell me, random citizens of Luceti. What is the most outlandish dream that you've ever had?

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[universal_charm]

_{[ He could have been snarky, replied with "make sure you never have children", but he found himself actually treating the question with a decent amount of respect. Outlandish, huh? Jeez, what was outlandish for him? ]}

Are we counting ones that that actually came true or no?

[yourfononsarewhack]

I can't be bothered to decide the rules for myself. Surprise me.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Aaaaand other tick in the 'cuckoo' side of the board here. ]}

To be the youngest captain ever in the history of Star Fleet.

[video]

[silversnowfall]

You aren't ever obligated to tell this book anything.

[A conversation by journal when they lived in the same house. Far more typical these days.]

Unless the Malnosso compel you, of course, or you find yourself simply unable to control your urge to share.

[What was it about him, that brought out this attitude?]

[video]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Oh hai sis. He's been sure to steer clear of her for most of the day with all those Nebilim thoughts floating about. Can't risk potentially sharing them after all. Even if at the same time, he had a nagging curiosity.]

Whatever would I do without you, Nephry? Before that message, I was certain I would end up telling this book my blood type.

[video]

[silversnowfall]

You still could.

[It's no business of hers. Actually, having a blood relative in Luceti is pretty rare, now that she thinks about it.]

I suspect you will be too busy prying the secrets from others.

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[degleamed]

[ Hey notdad. ]

...Does it count if the dream came true?

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[yourfononsarewhack]

[Rapunzel. The girl who's hair used to be long and golden on the journals. That girl whom Asch felt concern for.]

It could be an interesting spectacle if it did. You certainly won't be punished for answering as you like.

voice;

[degleamed]

A-alright. Well...

[ She was expecting a bit more familiarity than that. But she continued as if unfazed. ]

My most outlandish dream was going to see the lanterns back home. I never thought I'd be able to leave my tower and do it, but...I did.

[video]

[castbytheglyph]

Whoah whoah whoah, I'm meant to ask a pointless question when I talk to everyone? Aw man I totally messed up the last time I used these journalmajiggers then.

[Sure she asked questions but none of them were pointless, at least to Pascal anyway. Asking how people are doing is very important.]

[video]

[yourfononsarewhack]

You shouldn't have admitted it aloud, then. I'm afraid that you'll have to return your journal.

[Video]

[swordprincess]

[Pascal pretty much read Karla's mind up there.]

...We're supposed to ask pointless questions?

[Where did that rule come from?]

[Video]

[yourfononsarewhack]

Yes, but I believe that they are lenient towards newcomers. [It's so difficult when people take him seriously.] I'm certain that you'll think of something pointless to ask in due time.

[aerialassault]

...why even bother asking if it's pointless?

[He still didn't care enough to make an official journal entry.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

I suppose you're right. In lieu of that, many will simply settle for making pointless responses.

[Action because what is technology]

[therewerefifty]

[There's another visitor to the memory garden this fine evening, sheltering from the rain under her own umbrella, looking over the different names here in the dim light. Jade's arrival doesn't go unnoticed, but after a quick flick of her gaze to his she inclines her head briefly and glances away to the willow tree.

She hadn't expected anyone else would be here. But then again, it's quite probable Jade hadn't, either. She's not sure whether to properly greet him or just quietly fade into the background and give him a moment of peace.]

[Action because technology is that stuff that makes evil not-mom replicas if not used carefully]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[She certainly doesn't go unnoticed by Jade. And any business he has here, he wants to do in solitude. So he'll see fit to talk her up until her time is done. He walks towards her and calls out with a broad grin on his face from beneath his umbrella.]

A beautiful day to admire flowers, isn't it?

[Action]

[fallenambitions]

[It's been quite some time since Alexei has been the memory garden, almost close to a year now. He could never bring himself to visit those who have gone from this place. Tonight, tonight it's different. After everything that has happened, he felt like he should visit someone he had not seen for two years now....even longer if you considered she had died long ago in his past.

As he walks through the garden, shielding himself from the rain under his umbrella, he spots a man he wasn't expecting to find here, someone he wasn't too pleased to see either. He wasn't going to turn back because Jade was here, he's going to continue walking pass him so could find where Casey was placed.]

[Action]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Jade's not very pleased to see Alexei, himself. After all, he's still mad about the whole Ganon incident. So he'll give a smirk while Alexei tries to pass by.]

Oh my. Nobody informed me that the Hero of Luceti would be gracing this area with his presence today.

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[entreats]

.. I think this is the first time I've seen someone admitting so openly that they lie. I'm not sure whether I should applaud you or not.

<small.[ Dryly. ]

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[yourfononsarewhack]

You shouldn't fret so much on your decision. I was lying when I said that, after all.

[voice]

[gorehowl]

If the question is pointless, then why ask it?

[These pointless questions are why he doesn't use this book more. He always opens to find one. He says this in a growl]

[voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

It's a social convention for a majority of humans. They simply relish pointlessness and leave the majority of us who do not to suffer through it.

[Voice]

[wise_maiden]

Might I borrow your attention for something far less pointless?

[She would ordinarily have ignored an entry like this, for what it was worth, but she had been meaning to contact him once the dust from the experiment settled.]

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

I suppose that you may, Raine. But please, leave the determination of what is and isn't pointless to me.