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Characters: Frau verlorenscasket and Ion daath_vader
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The Library
Rating: G
Summary: Two holy men walk into a library...
Ion had the book of astrology Al had lent him clutched to his chest. He'd hoped earlier that the weather would let up enough to let him seek out the library, and he'd been lucky that it had. Unfortunately now the rain and wind and lightning had resumed. He'd only barely made it the library by running, holding the book close and protected with his body. He'd gotten a bit drenched, but the book had stayed dry, so that was a relief. Standing in the entrance to the building, he looked out at the bleak landscape in the grey dark light of the storm.
In a way even this had a certain forlorn beauty to it. Or at least, Ion thought it did. The grim scenery of the city was depressing but hopeful. He could imagine the people who'd once lived here, built the buildings that now crumbled and collapsed, the skeletons of a past Ion was curious about, but at the same time was afraid to ask after. Whatever the world had been like before it became this way, people had lived and thrived. Ion was afraid of what had become of them, as he watched the rain lash the ruins and the lightning illuminate everything in stark flashes, he had to wonder if the world itself was as lonely as it looked and felt.
Maybe that was why it took people from their homes to bring them here. In a fanciful way, the rain reminded him of tears, and the thunder of some great animal crying. Standing like this he felt alone in a desolate place, and he clutched the book tighter. If the world was lonely, he could not blame it for such feelings. Watching the storm, he felt hollow. If he could recognize it in himself, he would know it was sadness. Where that emotion stemmed from he wouldn't know. But he wanted desperately to make sure this was not the fate of his own world. The people on Auldrant would not disappear and their cities would not become lonely ruins.
He would do what he could to be sure of that.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The Library
Rating: G
Summary: Two holy men walk into a library...
Ion had the book of astrology Al had lent him clutched to his chest. He'd hoped earlier that the weather would let up enough to let him seek out the library, and he'd been lucky that it had. Unfortunately now the rain and wind and lightning had resumed. He'd only barely made it the library by running, holding the book close and protected with his body. He'd gotten a bit drenched, but the book had stayed dry, so that was a relief. Standing in the entrance to the building, he looked out at the bleak landscape in the grey dark light of the storm.
In a way even this had a certain forlorn beauty to it. Or at least, Ion thought it did. The grim scenery of the city was depressing but hopeful. He could imagine the people who'd once lived here, built the buildings that now crumbled and collapsed, the skeletons of a past Ion was curious about, but at the same time was afraid to ask after. Whatever the world had been like before it became this way, people had lived and thrived. Ion was afraid of what had become of them, as he watched the rain lash the ruins and the lightning illuminate everything in stark flashes, he had to wonder if the world itself was as lonely as it looked and felt.
Maybe that was why it took people from their homes to bring them here. In a fanciful way, the rain reminded him of tears, and the thunder of some great animal crying. Standing like this he felt alone in a desolate place, and he clutched the book tighter. If the world was lonely, he could not blame it for such feelings. Watching the storm, he felt hollow. If he could recognize it in himself, he would know it was sadness. Where that emotion stemmed from he wouldn't know. But he wanted desperately to make sure this was not the fate of his own world. The people on Auldrant would not disappear and their cities would not become lonely ruins.
He would do what he could to be sure of that.