A church built with nothing but paint and memory.
WHO: Vivi
WHERE: A circular brick room in a disused part of the City, open to the sky.
WHEN: Friday 20/1 to Sunday 22/1
WARNINGS: Philosophy
SUMMARY: Vivi feels homesick and tries to replicate a holy place from back home.
FORMAT: Solo paragraph.
FRIDAY MORNING
It had taken Vivi months to find everything. The paints and equipment had been easy, especially since he could Choco to help him transport everything. Finding the space to do it, however, was the hard part. Circular rooms open to the sky weren't exactly easy to come by, but eventually he'd found it; a brick room with the roof blown off, rough and worn from the elements but exactly what Vivi was looking for.
He arrived at the worksite and dismounted from Choco - not a subtle sight, since you didn't often see a massive yellow bird parading through the city towing a trailer full of stuff - and fed him before unloading the trailer and carefully setting everything aside. He fed and tended to Choco before sending the bird away; even though he wasn't there all the time, it was no excuse for Vivi to become slack about Choco's care. Once Choco was tended to and away, he looked over his equipment one last time. Several pots of paint, a couple of buckets, a stepladder and a taller ladder for getting up to the top, a variety of brushes, sketches of several strange creatures and another diagram indicating their positions, old clothes that he wouldn't be fussed about getting paint on and enough camping gear that he could stay here and watch over the wall as he worked.
He'd been wanting to do this for some time now. The churches here were very nice, certainly, but they didn't feel quite right. He knew it wasn't going to be the same as the original Wall back home, but he was feeling a little homesick and wanted to make something special to remind hin of it. He sighed and started to set up the tent.
It was going to be a busy and productive few days.
SUNDAY EVENING
Vivi stepped back and admired his work. It had been a constant three days, but he was finally finished.
The room was completely transformed. What had once been drab white brick walls with the occasional bit of graffiti was now a mural painted on what looked like sandstone. Spread around the walls at various points, starting from the entry and running all the way around, were twelve figures ranging in size from a tiny green reptile thing that was little bigger than Vivi to a colossal dragon that towered from floor to ceiling. There were others too - a coiled sea serpent, a strange ship, a bird made of fire, a woman adorned with icicles, an armoured figure on a multi-legged horse... every figure was very carefully posed and painted; rough but recognizable, dry and resilient to the weather. In the middle of the room was a square altar, with a single stick of incense burning on it, the scent filling the area.
Vivi didn't know the actual rituals - this was Eiko's faith - but seeing the Eidolon Wall again, even if it was a copy, was comforting enough. It made him feel better about being stuck here for, well, almost a year now, wondering if he'd ever get to go home or see anyone he knew again. He sat down, cross-legged, at the altar and closed his eyes, focusing on the quietness of the place. He could barely hear the City traffic and in the right frame of mind it almost sounded like the waves crashing against the cliff of Madain Sari.
For just a few seconds, Vivi was back home. It reminded him how much he missed it.
WHERE: A circular brick room in a disused part of the City, open to the sky.
WHEN: Friday 20/1 to Sunday 22/1
WARNINGS: Philosophy
SUMMARY: Vivi feels homesick and tries to replicate a holy place from back home.
FORMAT: Solo paragraph.
FRIDAY MORNING
It had taken Vivi months to find everything. The paints and equipment had been easy, especially since he could Choco to help him transport everything. Finding the space to do it, however, was the hard part. Circular rooms open to the sky weren't exactly easy to come by, but eventually he'd found it; a brick room with the roof blown off, rough and worn from the elements but exactly what Vivi was looking for.
He arrived at the worksite and dismounted from Choco - not a subtle sight, since you didn't often see a massive yellow bird parading through the city towing a trailer full of stuff - and fed him before unloading the trailer and carefully setting everything aside. He fed and tended to Choco before sending the bird away; even though he wasn't there all the time, it was no excuse for Vivi to become slack about Choco's care. Once Choco was tended to and away, he looked over his equipment one last time. Several pots of paint, a couple of buckets, a stepladder and a taller ladder for getting up to the top, a variety of brushes, sketches of several strange creatures and another diagram indicating their positions, old clothes that he wouldn't be fussed about getting paint on and enough camping gear that he could stay here and watch over the wall as he worked.
He'd been wanting to do this for some time now. The churches here were very nice, certainly, but they didn't feel quite right. He knew it wasn't going to be the same as the original Wall back home, but he was feeling a little homesick and wanted to make something special to remind hin of it. He sighed and started to set up the tent.
It was going to be a busy and productive few days.
SUNDAY EVENING
Vivi stepped back and admired his work. It had been a constant three days, but he was finally finished.
The room was completely transformed. What had once been drab white brick walls with the occasional bit of graffiti was now a mural painted on what looked like sandstone. Spread around the walls at various points, starting from the entry and running all the way around, were twelve figures ranging in size from a tiny green reptile thing that was little bigger than Vivi to a colossal dragon that towered from floor to ceiling. There were others too - a coiled sea serpent, a strange ship, a bird made of fire, a woman adorned with icicles, an armoured figure on a multi-legged horse... every figure was very carefully posed and painted; rough but recognizable, dry and resilient to the weather. In the middle of the room was a square altar, with a single stick of incense burning on it, the scent filling the area.
Vivi didn't know the actual rituals - this was Eiko's faith - but seeing the Eidolon Wall again, even if it was a copy, was comforting enough. It made him feel better about being stuck here for, well, almost a year now, wondering if he'd ever get to go home or see anyone he knew again. He sat down, cross-legged, at the altar and closed his eyes, focusing on the quietness of the place. He could barely hear the City traffic and in the right frame of mind it almost sounded like the waves crashing against the cliff of Madain Sari.
For just a few seconds, Vivi was back home. It reminded him how much he missed it.