Jade "read the script" Curtiss (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yourfononsarewhack) wrote2013-05-13 12:35 am
yourfononsarewhack) wrote2013-05-13 12:35 am
Second Field of Fonons [Action/Video]
[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?
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?
[Action because what is technology]
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]
A beautiful day to admire flowers, isn't it?
[Action because gosh that happens more often than you'd think]
...I was reading the names, actually.
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It's certainly not the worst way to spend one's evening. See any familiar names?
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I suppose... finding a way to live without hurting others.
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That's an admirable goal. [It's a path he had considered to be far too good to set himself down. It was enough for Jade to just try to keep others like Luke from steering too far off of it.] And an unbelievably difficult one. Some might even say impossible. After all, hurting others is a part of human nature.
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...well. Those words could just as well be ascribed to her. She shifts, adjusting the umbrella in her grasp.]
You must have known all kinds of people across your military career.
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Yes, all kinds. As allies, enemies or otherwise. Sometimes even more than one category.
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And you have such responsibility on your shoulders.
Does it ever bother you?
[It's a genuine query. Soft, and nearly lost under the rain.]
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I'm afraid I'm not a man who's capable of being bothered.
[He says a bit more coldly and distantly. It's not entirely true. It does bother him. The pragmatic choice bothered him when it involved giving up Luke's life. And there were other complications throughout. But he knew, on a whole, that he was a person who could not feel troubled or pressured about his responsibility and the control that it gave him over people's lives. And he also know, on some level, that this was a problem.]
I've grown quite accustomed to the taking of others' lives.
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...it's a familiar answer.
She knew he reminded her of someone.]
[Action]
In a position like yours, such a stance is likely the wisest one. It's not like you can afford to hesitate.
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I know many men of war.
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Yet I imagine none of them were as charming, or aged as gracefully.
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[She smiles. A trifle fondly, but it's not for you, Jade.]
The best swordsman I've ever known looks quite young.
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Does he, now? Is he older than he looks?
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[Action] I totally read that as wanton