Research Notes #6/Apprenticeship, perhaps? -- Hollow Bastion [COMPLETE]
Kefka had a silly grin on his face, glad to be at his desk again and to be engrossed in his studies. The time he had spent playing with the Beast had been well worth it: it had been the first of what he hoped to be many field experiments. 'hehehehe...and hopefully the first of many with that monster as well...' Idly, he wondered how many field tests his King had gone thru...
Kefka turned, curling his fingers at the warm cup of tea on the nearby table, which obediantly floated thru the air to Kefka's waiting hand. He smirked, images of the events on Beast's planet flashing thru his mind as he sipped at his cup. Finally, he sighed, leaving the cup in the air to settle where it would on the floor when the spell gently let it down. Kefka turned to his desk, sitting down and inking his quill. Of course, there were better writing tools, but Kefka always had a fondness for feathers. He took a leaf of paper and began to write.
Research Notes #6: Movable Hearts
The Heart is an interesting thing, and my recent research - and experience - with it has revealed many things about them. It might be best to try to classify them, and the beigns they belong to.
For example, there is the lack of a Heart: that which we call a Heartless. The state of non-being. For some reason, the common assumption is that the Heartless are somehow equated with Darkness, which I do not believe to be the case. Rather, i believe Darkness is just the passageway by which the Hearless move and procreate, so to speak. I believe that the Heart is, after all, intended to be a receptacle of Light, not Dark. And so, as the Heartless displace the Light in one's Heart, the Heart...breaks. Or flees, perhaps, to somewhere or someone. That is why a mother knows when her child has died, or sibling knows the same thing. Because the lightless heart has gone to them, seeking shelter.
Another thought has been bugging me for a while that i feel necessary to put in: The Heart informs the mind, not the other way, and then form follows. We look like who we are. Thus, the Beast looks like a beast, and a dainty princess looks like a dainty princesses. The mind can reinforce the Heart, but the Heart is the dominant factor: primal emotions over cultivated logic. It is necessary, but by no means fair, to equate Ligh with Good and Dark with Bad, or Evil. A heart filled with Light makes a person do good things; a heart with Darkness in it makes one do evil things. I say it is not fair to equate them, by they way, because Light and Dark are absolutes, whereas Good and Bad are subjective: what is good for you may hurt another person. Light and Dark are known to all...except the blind.
Kefka stopped, another thought occuring to him. He considered a moment, then wrote as a subnote:
There are those who lack the ability to know Good from bad, as well. Just a thought, though. An interesting thought, but a sidebar nonetheless.
After that, he tapped his fingers on the desk, reinking his pen to recollect his thoughts before they went on their merry, haywire way.
And so, when the heartless have displaced the Light in a Heart and filled it with Darkness, the Heart breaks from the body somehow. What is left, the shell, is changed, providing the new form: the form of the Heartless. Thus, The Heartless are not Dark, they are made by Dark. The heart, as i've said, flees to that relative or another light source. Grief follows. The darkness that has filled the HEart now begins to infect others...of course, once they have "healed," or "mourned," the Light in the new host's Heart has obviously banaished the Darkness from the other Heart, leaving it whole...purified. Which is why, it is said, one can remake a person from a Heartless.
Now i must look to myself, and wonder why my heart remains. I have some ideas on the sub-
Kefka jumped slightly at the knock on the door. "Damn people...I think this is the first person who's come here since..." he trailed off as he went to the door, curiosity wiping the notes from his mind.
Kefka turned, curling his fingers at the warm cup of tea on the nearby table, which obediantly floated thru the air to Kefka's waiting hand. He smirked, images of the events on Beast's planet flashing thru his mind as he sipped at his cup. Finally, he sighed, leaving the cup in the air to settle where it would on the floor when the spell gently let it down. Kefka turned to his desk, sitting down and inking his quill. Of course, there were better writing tools, but Kefka always had a fondness for feathers. He took a leaf of paper and began to write.
Research Notes #6: Movable Hearts
The Heart is an interesting thing, and my recent research - and experience - with it has revealed many things about them. It might be best to try to classify them, and the beigns they belong to.
For example, there is the lack of a Heart: that which we call a Heartless. The state of non-being. For some reason, the common assumption is that the Heartless are somehow equated with Darkness, which I do not believe to be the case. Rather, i believe Darkness is just the passageway by which the Hearless move and procreate, so to speak. I believe that the Heart is, after all, intended to be a receptacle of Light, not Dark. And so, as the Heartless displace the Light in one's Heart, the Heart...breaks. Or flees, perhaps, to somewhere or someone. That is why a mother knows when her child has died, or sibling knows the same thing. Because the lightless heart has gone to them, seeking shelter.
Another thought has been bugging me for a while that i feel necessary to put in: The Heart informs the mind, not the other way, and then form follows. We look like who we are. Thus, the Beast looks like a beast, and a dainty princess looks like a dainty princesses. The mind can reinforce the Heart, but the Heart is the dominant factor: primal emotions over cultivated logic. It is necessary, but by no means fair, to equate Ligh with Good and Dark with Bad, or Evil. A heart filled with Light makes a person do good things; a heart with Darkness in it makes one do evil things. I say it is not fair to equate them, by they way, because Light and Dark are absolutes, whereas Good and Bad are subjective: what is good for you may hurt another person. Light and Dark are known to all...except the blind.
Kefka stopped, another thought occuring to him. He considered a moment, then wrote as a subnote:
There are those who lack the ability to know Good from bad, as well. Just a thought, though. An interesting thought, but a sidebar nonetheless.
After that, he tapped his fingers on the desk, reinking his pen to recollect his thoughts before they went on their merry, haywire way.
And so, when the heartless have displaced the Light in a Heart and filled it with Darkness, the Heart breaks from the body somehow. What is left, the shell, is changed, providing the new form: the form of the Heartless. Thus, The Heartless are not Dark, they are made by Dark. The heart, as i've said, flees to that relative or another light source. Grief follows. The darkness that has filled the HEart now begins to infect others...of course, once they have "healed," or "mourned," the Light in the new host's Heart has obviously banaished the Darkness from the other Heart, leaving it whole...purified. Which is why, it is said, one can remake a person from a Heartless.
Now i must look to myself, and wonder why my heart remains. I have some ideas on the sub-
Kefka jumped slightly at the knock on the door. "Damn people...I think this is the first person who's come here since..." he trailed off as he went to the door, curiosity wiping the notes from his mind.