metaphysics over piss beer - FF9 - PG13
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Title: metaphysics over piss beer
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 554
Note: Reflective. Freya. Posted January 31, 2008
Summary: When chaos is purposeful, and nothing slices neatly.
Freya has a nice little theory on Eidolons. Being in essence of pure magic, they must (she reasons) follow the law of elemental proportion and relation: each element, having thus definite and defined characteristics in color, substance, resistance, weakness, etc.… each element is, within the bounds of magic, uniquely distinct. Therefore, all elements being equal of proportion in nature, each element must compensate for a quality that other elements lack, and which it alone retains.
This she read in a book once, The Aspects of an Element, during her studies as a dragoon.
(It is the sort of information that clings like a sticker to one’s brain, heavy like the muscle memory of a steady arm thrust ho-high! Ho-low! From head to toe! )
And so, the neat little theory of Eidolons; it goes something like this. If every eidolon is of a specific element, every eidolon is unique. If every eidolon is unique, it represents a different, specific aspect of nature.
(Freya peers up at the cieling, nose tilted up, a vague smile on her face) A person’s reactions to an Eidolon can tell a lot about that person, can’t it?
Oh yes.
Bahamut thrills Freya the way Vivi screams soundlessly at those black-scaled, red-ringed eyelets, the way he shivers in the moonlight afterwards, the way he thrusts his gloveless inky fingers into the fire when no one is awake and moans when he feels nothing yet sees the darkness crust away. Bahamut is flare, universal, non-elemental, nothingness. Vivi cries (and Freya has a suspicion it is more at himself.)
Bahamut is nothing like Carbuncle. Carbuncle is eerie-but so is Amarant. And so is the way he peers distantly at those mirror eyes and catches in their reflection the closest physical thing to introspection there ever was. The ruby glow of reflection on Carbuncle’s soft blue body-and Freya knows uncomfortably that Amarant has more in common with a fracture of split light then her grey fur and eyes.
Shiva. Ifrit. Ramah. Beauty, Power, Judgement. It’s like a spinning wheel, and Freya studies the flashing icons in the faces of the people who see. She has the fortunate objectivity to realize that Zidane comes out of his skin when Fenrir appears because there is nothing more he fears then permanence. And Eiko flinches at Pheonix’s soft touch because she is always waiting to be burned. And Quina…And Steiner…
And Garnet. Garnet, who loves Ark. Ark, blackness, blades, icebergs, and the world impaled. Ark, terrible, hopeless, bile and blood-
(Freya shudders and stops.
Eidolons, she says after a moment. Eidolons.)
Garnet once told her that there is another theory on Eidolons. It goes something like this: Eidolons burst from the primitive womb of a feeble myth the moment a person believes they are real. It suggests-what does it suggest? (Freya ponders) It suggests that magic is simply the non-existent realized. Is magic non-existent? Is it conditional only on what an individual believes? What about elements, uniqueness, the law of proportion and relation?
(Freya shrugs, tilts her nose up, smiles vaguely.)
Garnet is probably right. Garnet is usually right.
But Freya is not wrong.
You missed the point, you know. A myth, a law, it doesn’t matter, you see?
Freya’s theory of Eidolons is not about Eidolons at all.
It is about people.
Title: metaphysics over piss beer
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 554
Note: Reflective. Freya. Posted January 31, 2008
Summary: When chaos is purposeful, and nothing slices neatly.
Freya has a nice little theory on Eidolons. Being in essence of pure magic, they must (she reasons) follow the law of elemental proportion and relation: each element, having thus definite and defined characteristics in color, substance, resistance, weakness, etc.… each element is, within the bounds of magic, uniquely distinct. Therefore, all elements being equal of proportion in nature, each element must compensate for a quality that other elements lack, and which it alone retains.
This she read in a book once, The Aspects of an Element, during her studies as a dragoon.
(It is the sort of information that clings like a sticker to one’s brain, heavy like the muscle memory of a steady arm thrust ho-high! Ho-low! From head to toe! )
And so, the neat little theory of Eidolons; it goes something like this. If every eidolon is of a specific element, every eidolon is unique. If every eidolon is unique, it represents a different, specific aspect of nature.
(Freya peers up at the cieling, nose tilted up, a vague smile on her face) A person’s reactions to an Eidolon can tell a lot about that person, can’t it?
Oh yes.
Bahamut thrills Freya the way Vivi screams soundlessly at those black-scaled, red-ringed eyelets, the way he shivers in the moonlight afterwards, the way he thrusts his gloveless inky fingers into the fire when no one is awake and moans when he feels nothing yet sees the darkness crust away. Bahamut is flare, universal, non-elemental, nothingness. Vivi cries (and Freya has a suspicion it is more at himself.)
Bahamut is nothing like Carbuncle. Carbuncle is eerie-but so is Amarant. And so is the way he peers distantly at those mirror eyes and catches in their reflection the closest physical thing to introspection there ever was. The ruby glow of reflection on Carbuncle’s soft blue body-and Freya knows uncomfortably that Amarant has more in common with a fracture of split light then her grey fur and eyes.
Shiva. Ifrit. Ramah. Beauty, Power, Judgement. It’s like a spinning wheel, and Freya studies the flashing icons in the faces of the people who see. She has the fortunate objectivity to realize that Zidane comes out of his skin when Fenrir appears because there is nothing more he fears then permanence. And Eiko flinches at Pheonix’s soft touch because she is always waiting to be burned. And Quina…And Steiner…
And Garnet. Garnet, who loves Ark. Ark, blackness, blades, icebergs, and the world impaled. Ark, terrible, hopeless, bile and blood-
(Freya shudders and stops.
Eidolons, she says after a moment. Eidolons.)
Garnet once told her that there is another theory on Eidolons. It goes something like this: Eidolons burst from the primitive womb of a feeble myth the moment a person believes they are real. It suggests-what does it suggest? (Freya ponders) It suggests that magic is simply the non-existent realized. Is magic non-existent? Is it conditional only on what an individual believes? What about elements, uniqueness, the law of proportion and relation?
(Freya shrugs, tilts her nose up, smiles vaguely.)
Garnet is probably right. Garnet is usually right.
But Freya is not wrong.
You missed the point, you know. A myth, a law, it doesn’t matter, you see?
Freya’s theory of Eidolons is not about Eidolons at all.
It is about people.