Tide 005

[kaikou_tide]

It's strange. On the midst of plenty, the basic desire is to cry out that there isn't enough: neither food nor water, neither shelter nor security, nor enough wealth. In the midst of security the feeling of danger is sharpened and in the midst of wealth the fear of poverty is near-overwhelming

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[arcanasoul]

[Tyler just feels like he was prayed to. He likes this guy.]

Amen.

Or whatever it is your culture uses as praise.

[kaikou_tide]

We use the phrase, "May such be so."

[arcanasoul]

May such be so.

[kaikou_tide]

May such be so.

[Glaukir breathes out a smile.]

I don't believe I've had the pleasure of your name, mister...?

[ttlynotawizard]

That's beautiful, Kir. Words like that are why I always liked talking to you.

I...I could really use some of your words of comfort right now.

[kaikou_tide]

Thanks, Remy.

[Glaukir smiles.]

What's wrong?

[ttlynotawizard]

I...I'm...

[He sighs]

The whole 'people getting jewels implanted in them and attacking everyone' thing is weighing heavily on me. It brings up a lot of bad memories and it makes me think that I'm weak and that I'm not doing enough. It makes me angry and confused and I don't know what to do. I don't like not knowing what to do.

[kaikou_tide]

[Glaukir sucks on his teeth for a moment, sitting back and thinking things through.]

... I know I hate that feeling, too. What did you do before, when you felt that you knew what to do?

[notwhatiwas]

...

[There's a long silence.]

I disagree.

[kaikou_tide]

Oh? In what manner?

[notwhatiwas]

Security is created by familiarity, not love and goodness. If you're familiar with a world of death and pain, suddenly having it change will leave you insecure, even if that change is for the better.

[His voice is smooth, low, and he speaks very quickly.]

Rightness doesn't endure; power does. Unfortunate, but true.

[kaikou_tide]

If one assumes that an unchanging environment, even a bad one, is secure, then they are mistaken. There is no such thing as an environment that does not change--this life is in constant flux and motion. All political and social institutions, all creations of the gods are born, age and die. Nothing is static, everything evolves or devolves save the good and moral order of the gods.

[He breathes out a smile.]

Power belongs only to the gods. Temporal power is transitory and unsatisfying.

[withanokka]

[Sokka listens, mouth clamped shut, almost biting on his tongue. That was... really, really beautiful. True. Beautiful. He's suddenly really homesick, thinking of his family, his friends at home.

In the end, all the paragon of witticisms manages is an incredibly intelligent:]

Y-yeah.

[Good job, Sokka.]

[kaikou_tide]

Sokka. How are you? I've been concerned.

[withanokka]

I'm good. I'm, yeah, I'm pretty good. I got my arm back.

[Erk.]

Not, my arm. A new arm. It looks like my old one. I can count to twenty again. You know.

Oh, and, Azula, kind of... got me. But I'm better! Totally better.

[When he realizes this might make him worry more he winces a bit.]

Sorry to make you worry.

[kaikou_tide]

Well, it's your arm now unless I can borrow it sometimes.

[Wait, got him?]

... are you alright? Sokka?

[gunsandhonor]

Words of wisdom from your world, father?

[He remembers that's the priest's voice. Long time ago, though. Or at least, it feels like it.]

[kaikou_tide]

Words of wisdom for any world, I think.

[gunsandhonor]

I... guess so. Not really one to talk about these things, though.

But whatever works.

[kaikou_tide]

I specialised in talking this kind of thing. Went to school for it, actually.

[Glaukir laughs.]

Keeps me fed. Keeps others fed, too.