[Cantarella eventually makes her way to the Central Field on Monday, working against whatever discomfort seems to be holding her back. The tendrils that have emerged where her long waves of hair should end float a little, as if she were swimming in midair.
She has a seat on one of the lounges neighboring the meticulously tended garden, bending to look at some of the herbs.]
Oh, who's there? You can come a bit closer, but be careful.
[ Compared to some, there have been changes that are more on the lines of something 'pleasant' - white horns sit back atop Anaxagoras' head, evidently to resemble a hint of something dragon-like. Dromas superiority, after all.
He takes in the woman's appearance and the slight changes she's sporting within a glance, and then answers. ]
Anaxagoras.
...It appears that this alteration is universal. I wonder if there is some kind of irony behind it as well.
That it does. Whether this should be a relief or a worry remains to be seen, though I'm inclined not to incite unnecessary panic before it's due.
[After Sunday, this is pretty alarming... but Cantarella seems committed to not making the whole group fall apart in a froth. Her hand rests lightly against her chest as she takes a deep inhale.]
This is not my first jellyfish accusation... but what on earth are you meant to be? If I didn't know better, I'd mistake you for a loong, the great dragon Sentinel of Jinzhou.
I could say it's aggravating, but...I believe it wasn't exactly a strike of misfortune in my case.
[ Anaxagoras is indeed worried, to a logical extent, though he knows that there is only so much that they can do. Though, he raises a brow at 'jellyfish accusation'. ]
I hope the last time was in better circumstances for you, at the least. [ ... ] I've also never heard of 'a great draon Sentinel of Jinzhou'.
Anyway, the horns you see are representative of a dromas. They are quite a sight, large and towering, a lizard species of the land first and foremost - ah, it is a shame no one can see a proper one.
[ He actually shifts between excitement talking about dromas and disappointment that there aren't any, alas... ]
[Was the last time under better circumstances? It gets a sneaky little smile out of Cantarella, at least. It can't be all bad, judging from that kind of expression.] I did look that way from behind a door.
[She listens to his description of the creature that's modeled his horns. Familiar only to him, then, most likely; or at least a select few... This is something, then, that must have come from them in whatever small way, shape, or form.]
Though I've never seen one either, I'm inclined to agree. Your description paints a most magnificent portrait. Do you hold some particular fondness for the dromas?
[ That does tell a tale in of itself. Anaxagoras has no need to imagine that it was something, hrm...unfortunate.
Though it must have been quite the experience if she was like that before? ]
I merely see the positives of their existence. [ In other words, yes. ] They are not only inclined to be peaceful, and intelligent. There are more aspects that define them to be without doubt the pinnacle of any being created on Amphoreus.
What can you tell me about this Sentinel of Jinzhou?
It sounds as if you like them. [She'll just translate that speech for him with a smile.]
Jue is the guardian of the Jinzhou region of Huanglong, a country far away from mine across the sea. Unfortunately, you'd learn much more from a good friend of mine if she happened to be here.
They assume the form of a great dragon. [Her expression becomes slightly pensive.] I heard that recently They have been gravely injured, so They are currently recovering and relying on their human Resonator to care for the people of Jinzhou.
[ Anaxagoras' eye closes for a moment as he considers her words here.....because, well, it's true. He decides that it would be foolishness to deny it, so he simply doesn't bother. ]
I won't deny that they're well worth praise.
[ Help. ]
This guardian sounds rather interesting. A shame I can't have a glance at it.
Is this 'human Resonator' supposed to be a representative for it as well?
[Buddy they're not here to hear you acting tsundere about them...]
Yes, I'd have rather liked the chance to meet Them, too. [She hums thoughtfully.] Sadly, it was not in the cards.
[Perhaps one day she'll be able to travel the planet for a different reason.]
It's something like that. Each Sentinel has but one chosen Resonator, and one alone. They're bound together, and their worthiness grants them a specific connection and considerable power beyond that of most other Resonators. In Jinzhou, she is the Magistrate and guides the people of the city in the Sentinel's name.
I think it does. [Which...might imply the answer is somewhat complicated or at least in the middle of the road. At the very least, nothing in Cantarella's tone implies that this is either fine or good.]
My family is very traditional, and our commitment to Imperator is absolute. So has it been for centuries. [She tilts her head.] What's driving your curiosity?
Mm. But good luck finding exactly what you're looking for here... [Cantarella gives a small chuckle. It's as if the very books want us to hunt for them.
[Cantarella's actually changed into a sweater and regular maxi skirt with boots to accommodate the changes in weather and cover most of her skin.]
The fewer leads we have, the more I fear our cooperation will be jeopardized by infighting.
[ Most people may be content to carry on, but considering her family is now being brought up, he considers the inquiry in return reasonable. ]
There's a logic to getting to know a little bit about one another.
I won't go ahead and dig up your entire past, if that's what you're concerned about.
[ ...Anaxagoras doesn't really think it will help if he does anything other than say the truth. He hasn't really spoken much to Cantarella before this, and he has heard of different, unknown concepts, so... he has decided to ask. ]
[Fair play. The deep, sea-dark sapphire of her eyes twinkles a little, and Cantarella's posture relaxes a bit.]
You might have to bring a sturdy shovel if you were going to try that. Thirty-six generations is very far to dig. Tell me, if most people aren't even aware that something is missing, do you suppose its absence is a problem, or can the afterimage sustain?
It typically so happens to be the case with this library. Hmph, not a good feature if you ask me.
[ It's filled to the brim with a lot of literature and they have the background of this irritating place to contend with. Sometimes the search is fruitful enough, though...he's probably just wearing two more coats at this time because he's learned his lesson about being in the Cold. ]
...Still, I believe we've had enough infighting to last a lifetime. Which, I know sounds premature, but it's aggravating seeing as much as we have already.
With more places available, it isn't too much to hope those leads will accordingly increase, hm?
[As for the library, well, she can only tilt her head in agreement at that. It really is a puzzle.]
More leads, more open doors, and more questions. I fear we are no closer to a resolution and that we could see paranoia and suspicion grow, especially after what we witnessed a few days ago. In other words... a second virus, spreading in our thoughts.
[Not a literal illness, but something that makes them suspicious and frightened. Who wouldn't be scared? Cantarella is poised, not perfect.]
Yet I won't remain still and stagnant, dwelling, lest I be the one consumed by fears. I'll seek those leads myself.
[ A question that makes him wonder just the same. He personally never had prestige that went so far back in the first place. When it comes to lineage, anyway.
Ironically, the question asked is one he had been pondering on himself. But, now he might have an answer. ]
Very far indeed.
...it depends on what is "missing". A tree will not notice if a single leaf is plucked from one of its smaller branches, continuing on as it were.
Eventually, that leaf will regrow in the place of the previous left behind.
Now, if a small branch is similar plucked, it can be more noticeable. Over time, it can be forgotten, as the tree itself can recover that very branch.
However, what happens if you take away a part of its roots? Something so integral to the livelihood of the tree can cause it to stagnate and decay. Even if it might have forgotten how it lost it in the first place.
Ergo, the afterimage sustaining successfully depends on "what" the absence is in the first place.
[It's as she said...The Fisalia family is very traditional, and those traditions have very deep roots.]
Like most plants, trees can still be grafted onto nearly anything that's been purged. The rest grows in as if nothing was ever removed, but the tree is changed forever. [The metaphor only extends so far, and she can really only say so much.]
Before you distract yourself too much with that puzzle, I'd also like to know a little bit more about you.
[ The fallacy of a mind, vulnerable to its cornucopia of weaknesses, paranoia and fear being potentially one of them. ]
...It's the unavoidable nature of an individual to sometimes be susceptible to such afflictions.
[ He can understand it very well himself - particularly when he as a person does not necessarily trust so easy. Regardless he nods his head in her direction when she says these very words. ]
But, overcoming them and seeking out the truth itself is indeed how we'll manage to grasp a hold of our victory.
The force hanging over our heads would rather we all collapse to our knees first...though, perhaps it underestimates the tenacious spirit of people who want to struggle. And grasp that light with their own hands.
[In the wake of his words, Cantarella is silent for a moment, expression one of sober and deep thought.
Then she smiles.]
You're a much more optimistic person than your demeanor suggests.
[As locquacious and serious as he might be, he does seem to take notice of small beauties like the human spirit and the attitudes of little creatures.]
[ The roots must indeed run deep, but at that point what can be said of their identity as time goes by?
Well, that can be a common question for even any long-lived folk - though, particularly any lineage that so happens to extend far enough that changes have been vast and incomprehensible.
He'll willingly take a pause on that regardless. ]
Very well. I'll leave the puzzle aside for now, and return to it later.
[ Anaxagoras enjoys the spirited nature of an indomitable human spirit, though he recognizes that not all possess such unwavering strength, and should not be shamed for it. And oh, yes...he enjoys creatures - the dromas, especially. ]
I find that being a pessimist helps get in the ways of my goals.
[ A little smirk as he makes such a remark. But as for her inquiry... ]
Success for our group hinges best on our ability to work together. As we are all in this together, and one of the intentions thus far of this malevolent force seems to indicate a predisposition towards turning us against one another...teamwork is essential.
That will be key. In situations where chaos is rampant and, so is the level of difficulty of resolution, we will need to hold onto that more than anything. As it will be the difference between our survival - and, of course, our demise.
Frankly, I think you'll find they much align with yours. Hope and realism may seem bitterly opposed, but they entwine into a much sweeter drought than one would imagine.
[Read: She is neither naive about their very real dangers of their circumstances nor content to wallow and dwell on their fate.]
We must continue forward. Rather than allow ourselves to be turned against one another through paranoia and pain, cooperating will permit us the best chance of watching out for each and every member of our motley little crew. We may have struck a nerve, seeing as this place is not kind to us this week. [So...dig deeper.]
[It's possible for just about any question to lift the corner on something tender, but it isn't her intention to do that. Right now, she's only seeking to add more strands to the threads that connect them all.]
While I could listen to more about your favorite creatures, [she teases, winking,] I'll save it for another time when it might not be like complimenting yourself. Where would you like to live, if you could choose anywhere?
[ It takes a delicate balance to be able to wield both with any semblance of certainty.
It isn't so easy for just anyone to manage, for anybody to see it through to the end, keeping a firm hold on perspective all the while.
Anaxagoras then takes pause when Cantarella mentions something about having struck a nerve. It isn't something he considered. ]
Struck a nerve...hm. In retrospect, despite the grueling nature of the uncertainty surrounding our situation, we had been able to collect quite a deal of information, haven't we?
I had wondered about why it seemed so punishing compared to last week. This to me is a good sign.
[ ...that is fair, getting back at him for his Dromas-obsession, while keeping in mind his current appearance.
Anaxagoras lets out a small sigh at her reaction to it in the first place. ]
...My preferences as to where I'd like to live would be somewhere reasonably warm. Where the sun shines regularly, and seasons are pleasant all year round.
Oh, and of course, somewhere the stars can usually be visible at night. What is the point of a sky if you can't properly see most of it?
[ Anaxagoras wonders if Cantarella finds peace in the idea of 'keeping oneself busy', and considering the events of today, will be unsurprised if that so happens to be the case.
He goes to lend a hand, picking up one of the supplies himself, regardless. He doesn't like idle hands much himself. ]
Reasonable. Besides, there is always much to be done.
My thoughts are that this will continue apace until there are none of us left, unless we resist following the same repeating flow. It was right to put a stop to it when we did.
[No matter how bitter the taste that's left over is, this is both a pragmatic and a gentle gesture.]
I dislike violence, but I doubt this is the last we've seen.
No matter how anyone feels about anything, he could not have abided another round of that cycle continuing on as it should. ]
...None of us desire to heed to the status quo, but it is not always realized that it can be subverted. For our own sakes', we must keep in mind that it is possible.
Even if attempts to make us return to it by violence or other methods will undoubtedly be upon us.
My concern is that traditional attempts to buck the yoke of fate are precisely what play into the cycle in the first place.
[Cantarella does actually have a rebellious streak to her, after all.]
Everything has fallen into place for us so easily whenever we've bothered to go looking...even if few answers have emerged from all the rising noise. Doesn't it seem a little convenient?
Fortunately or unfortunately, I am very familiar with the concept of unbreakable cycles. The world I'm from had what I would like to justifiably refer to as an unfathomable amount of cycles.
[ Welcome to Amphoreus and its over 33 million cycles, plus 220 million years or more within that time or over.
......fortunately, he did not experience them all or anything (that goes to one of his students for at least 33 million or so cycles), but the knowledge of cycles is there. ]
One learns eventually that 'typical methods' to break from patterns do not pan out as planned. [ So. He gets It. ] Particularly when a force artificially engineers it. Instead, what you need to do is deviate from the beaten path - while making it appear as if you are playing along for awhile.
Essentially, mix things up. It requires a kind of delicate balance not many are suited to, but one we will need to adjust to ourselves if we want success.
Convenience has rose to greet us every time we've searched indeed. It will undeniably continue to do so...so, now is the time for change, isn't it?
You're right, of course. Following certain pretenses are necessary; that's how we're staunching the infection from the ground. The running theory between a few among us is one of attrition—that wishes have been granted on a deficit for too long, with nothing in repayment, and the infection and events we've seen resulting from it erupt from that need for a maintaining energy.
[With the power of hindsight, it is very funny that Cantarella and Anaxa rather independently arrived at the conclusion of "blow things up" as an alternative approach to moving outside the cycle.
But for now—]
I am always one for putting down a system that exists only to torture those within it. What's the change you want to see?
[ One can say great minds think alike...! Honestly, this is probably why they can have such discussions and be generally on the same page. ]
If the self-sustaining system cannot persist upon itself no longer, it makes sense that it eventually reaches out to take a hold upon what is outside of it in the first place.
Thus the horrid events.
[ A 'by-product' of the wishing system indeed when it is depleted. ]
The change I want to see is the complete dismantling of that very system. I once had a discussion that chasing down the absolute "source" was imperative. As well as doing something about those hands in particular.
Of course, using 'wishes' to combat it is out of the question. But, I had wondered about the possibility of using its remaining energy to destroy it entirely. For example, even forcing the hands that dare to reach out to be directed back unto itself. Dealing with that right away should at least feasibly destroy one of our largest barriers.
The question is simply how.
In the meanwhile, I'd also like to change the approach to how we look for information, and be not afraid in going to extremes...but, I'm still pondering upon the methods.
[ He might have had some talks about explosions and then been inspired by the latest explosions so now at least having this talk so she should not be too surprise when he brings this up later... ]
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w1, monday
She has a seat on one of the lounges neighboring the meticulously tended garden, bending to look at some of the herbs.]
Oh, who's there? You can come a bit closer, but be careful.
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He takes in the woman's appearance and the slight changes she's sporting within a glance, and then answers. ]
Anaxagoras.
...It appears that this alteration is universal. I wonder if there is some kind of irony behind it as well.
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[After Sunday, this is pretty alarming... but Cantarella seems committed to not making the whole group fall apart in a froth. Her hand rests lightly against her chest as she takes a deep inhale.]
This is not my first jellyfish accusation... but what on earth are you meant to be? If I didn't know better, I'd mistake you for a loong, the great dragon Sentinel of Jinzhou.
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I could say it's aggravating, but...I believe it wasn't exactly a strike of misfortune in my case.
[ Anaxagoras is indeed worried, to a logical extent, though he knows that there is only so much that they can do. Though, he raises a brow at 'jellyfish accusation'. ]
I hope the last time was in better circumstances for you, at the least. [ ... ] I've also never heard of 'a great draon Sentinel of Jinzhou'.
Anyway, the horns you see are representative of a dromas. They are quite a sight, large and towering, a lizard species of the land first and foremost - ah, it is a shame no one can see a proper one.
[ He actually shifts between excitement talking about dromas and disappointment that there aren't any, alas... ]
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[She listens to his description of the creature that's modeled his horns. Familiar only to him, then, most likely; or at least a select few... This is something, then, that must have come from them in whatever small way, shape, or form.]
Though I've never seen one either, I'm inclined to agree. Your description paints a most magnificent portrait. Do you hold some particular fondness for the dromas?
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[ That does tell a tale in of itself. Anaxagoras has no need to imagine that it was something, hrm...unfortunate.
Though it must have been quite the experience if she was like that before? ]
I merely see the positives of their existence. [ In other words, yes. ] They are not only inclined to be peaceful, and intelligent. There are more aspects that define them to be without doubt the pinnacle of any being created on Amphoreus.
What can you tell me about this Sentinel of Jinzhou?
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Jue is the guardian of the Jinzhou region of Huanglong, a country far away from mine across the sea. Unfortunately, you'd learn much more from a good friend of mine if she happened to be here.
They assume the form of a great dragon. [Her expression becomes slightly pensive.] I heard that recently They have been gravely injured, so They are currently recovering and relying on their human Resonator to care for the people of Jinzhou.
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I won't deny that they're well worth praise.
[ Help. ]
This guardian sounds rather interesting. A shame I can't have a glance at it.
Is this 'human Resonator' supposed to be a representative for it as well?
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Yes, I'd have rather liked the chance to meet Them, too. [She hums thoughtfully.] Sadly, it was not in the cards.
[Perhaps one day she'll be able to travel the planet for a different reason.]
It's something like that. Each Sentinel has but one chosen Resonator, and one alone. They're bound together, and their worthiness grants them a specific connection and considerable power beyond that of most other Resonators. In Jinzhou, she is the Magistrate and guides the people of the city in the Sentinel's name.
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Jests aside, Anaxagoras is listening as she explains the details about these so-called Resonators and Sentinels. ]
As with all such roles with great power, so do comes responsibility with it, correct?
Do you know this Resonator personally as well? Or others?
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[Though she smiles, there is a distant pensiveness to it.]
As for Rinascita... No, the Blessed Maiden has been gone for a long while. No Resonator has demonstrated the ability to be chosen.
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[ Anaxagoras doesn't know if a Resonator is always necessarily required, per say, so he'll ask it to see if that's the case.
It could be a make it or break it situation - or simply a matter of people managing just fine. ]
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My family is very traditional, and our commitment to Imperator is absolute. So has it been for centuries. [She tilts her head.] What's driving your curiosity?
week 2, monday;
Anaxagoras makes his way through it all, regardless...which is how he ends up in the library, probably grabbing some books or something. ]
Looking for literature to read through as well?
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[Cantarella's actually changed into a sweater and regular maxi skirt with boots to accommodate the changes in weather and cover most of her skin.]
The fewer leads we have, the more I fear our cooperation will be jeopardized by infighting.
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There's a logic to getting to know a little bit about one another.
I won't go ahead and dig up your entire past, if that's what you're concerned about.
[ ...Anaxagoras doesn't really think it will help if he does anything other than say the truth. He hasn't really spoken much to Cantarella before this, and he has heard of different, unknown concepts, so... he has decided to ask. ]
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You might have to bring a sturdy shovel if you were going to try that. Thirty-six generations is very far to dig. Tell me, if most people aren't even aware that something is missing, do you suppose its absence is a problem, or can the afterimage sustain?
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[ It's filled to the brim with a lot of literature and they have the background of this irritating place to contend with. Sometimes the search is fruitful enough, though...he's probably just wearing two more coats at this time because he's learned his lesson about being in the Cold. ]
...Still, I believe we've had enough infighting to last a lifetime. Which, I know sounds premature, but it's aggravating seeing as much as we have already.
With more places available, it isn't too much to hope those leads will accordingly increase, hm?
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More leads, more open doors, and more questions. I fear we are no closer to a resolution and that we could see paranoia and suspicion grow, especially after what we witnessed a few days ago. In other words... a second virus, spreading in our thoughts.
[Not a literal illness, but something that makes them suspicious and frightened. Who wouldn't be scared? Cantarella is poised, not perfect.]
Yet I won't remain still and stagnant, dwelling, lest I be the one consumed by fears. I'll seek those leads myself.
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Ironically, the question asked is one he had been pondering on himself. But, now he might have an answer. ]
Very far indeed.
...it depends on what is "missing". A tree will not notice if a single leaf is plucked from one of its smaller branches, continuing on as it were.
Eventually, that leaf will regrow in the place of the previous left behind.
Now, if a small branch is similar plucked, it can be more noticeable. Over time, it can be forgotten, as the tree itself can recover that very branch.
However, what happens if you take away a part of its roots? Something so integral to the livelihood of the tree can cause it to stagnate and decay. Even if it might have forgotten how it lost it in the first place.
Ergo, the afterimage sustaining successfully depends on "what" the absence is in the first place.
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Like most plants, trees can still be grafted onto nearly anything that's been purged. The rest grows in as if nothing was ever removed, but the tree is changed forever. [The metaphor only extends so far, and she can really only say so much.]
Before you distract yourself too much with that puzzle, I'd also like to know a little bit more about you.
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...It's the unavoidable nature of an individual to sometimes be susceptible to such afflictions.
[ He can understand it very well himself - particularly when he as a person does not necessarily trust so easy. Regardless he nods his head in her direction when she says these very words. ]
But, overcoming them and seeking out the truth itself is indeed how we'll manage to grasp a hold of our victory.
The force hanging over our heads would rather we all collapse to our knees first...though, perhaps it underestimates the tenacious spirit of people who want to struggle. And grasp that light with their own hands.
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Then she smiles.]
You're a much more optimistic person than your demeanor suggests.
[As locquacious and serious as he might be, he does seem to take notice of small beauties like the human spirit and the attitudes of little creatures.]
How do you think our group would best overcome?
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Well, that can be a common question for even any long-lived folk - though, particularly any lineage that so happens to extend far enough that changes have been vast and incomprehensible.
He'll willingly take a pause on that regardless. ]
Very well. I'll leave the puzzle aside for now, and return to it later.
What do you want to know?
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I find that being a pessimist helps get in the ways of my goals.
[ A little smirk as he makes such a remark. But as for her inquiry... ]
Success for our group hinges best on our ability to work together. As we are all in this together, and one of the intentions thus far of this malevolent force seems to indicate a predisposition towards turning us against one another...teamwork is essential.
That will be key. In situations where chaos is rampant and, so is the level of difficulty of resolution, we will need to hold onto that more than anything. As it will be the difference between our survival - and, of course, our demise.
What are your thoughts on the matter?
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[Read: She is neither naive about their very real dangers of their circumstances nor content to wallow and dwell on their fate.]
We must continue forward. Rather than allow ourselves to be turned against one another through paranoia and pain, cooperating will permit us the best chance of watching out for each and every member of our motley little crew. We may have struck a nerve, seeing as this place is not kind to us this week. [So...dig deeper.]
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While I could listen to more about your favorite creatures, [she teases, winking,] I'll save it for another time when it might not be like complimenting yourself. Where would you like to live, if you could choose anywhere?
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It isn't so easy for just anyone to manage, for anybody to see it through to the end, keeping a firm hold on perspective all the while.
Anaxagoras then takes pause when Cantarella mentions something about having struck a nerve. It isn't something he considered. ]
Struck a nerve...hm. In retrospect, despite the grueling nature of the uncertainty surrounding our situation, we had been able to collect quite a deal of information, haven't we?
I had wondered about why it seemed so punishing compared to last week. This to me is a good sign.
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Anaxagoras lets out a small sigh at her reaction to it in the first place. ]
...My preferences as to where I'd like to live would be somewhere reasonably warm. Where the sun shines regularly, and seasons are pleasant all year round.
Oh, and of course, somewhere the stars can usually be visible at night. What is the point of a sky if you can't properly see most of it?
week 3, post-trial
But, that doesn't mean that everyone is going to immediately lie down and keep themselves from making their hands busy.
Anaxagoras is wandering to and fro when he happens upon Cantarella at the infirmary, stopping in his tracks. ]
...I didn't expect to see anyone here.
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I wanted to clean up a bit in case anyone needed the space.
[And maybe the calming vibes in the lobby interior are also very welcome.[
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He goes to lend a hand, picking up one of the supplies himself, regardless. He doesn't like idle hands much himself. ]
Reasonable. Besides, there is always much to be done.
[ ... ]
What are your thoughts on the events of today?
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[No matter how bitter the taste that's left over is, this is both a pragmatic and a gentle gesture.]
I dislike violence, but I doubt this is the last we've seen.
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No matter how anyone feels about anything, he could not have abided another round of that cycle continuing on as it should. ]
...None of us desire to heed to the status quo, but it is not always realized that it can be subverted. For our own sakes', we must keep in mind that it is possible.
Even if attempts to make us return to it by violence or other methods will undoubtedly be upon us.
I do hope everyone realizes this.
[ He isn't certain if that is the case. ]
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[Cantarella does actually have a rebellious streak to her, after all.]
Everything has fallen into place for us so easily whenever we've bothered to go looking...even if few answers have emerged from all the rising noise. Doesn't it seem a little convenient?
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[ Welcome to Amphoreus and its over 33 million cycles, plus 220 million years or more within that time or over.
......fortunately, he did not experience them all or anything (that goes to one of his students for at least 33 million or so cycles), but the knowledge of cycles is there. ]
One learns eventually that 'typical methods' to break from patterns do not pan out as planned. [ So. He gets It. ] Particularly when a force artificially engineers it. Instead, what you need to do is deviate from the beaten path - while making it appear as if you are playing along for awhile.
Essentially, mix things up. It requires a kind of delicate balance not many are suited to, but one we will need to adjust to ourselves if we want success.
Convenience has rose to greet us every time we've searched indeed. It will undeniably continue to do so...so, now is the time for change, isn't it?
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[With the power of hindsight, it is very funny that Cantarella and Anaxa rather independently arrived at the conclusion of "blow things up" as an alternative approach to moving outside the cycle.
But for now—]
I am always one for putting down a system that exists only to torture those within it. What's the change you want to see?
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If the self-sustaining system cannot persist upon itself no longer, it makes sense that it eventually reaches out to take a hold upon what is outside of it in the first place.
Thus the horrid events.
[ A 'by-product' of the wishing system indeed when it is depleted. ]
The change I want to see is the complete dismantling of that very system. I once had a discussion that chasing down the absolute "source" was imperative. As well as doing something about those hands in particular.
Of course, using 'wishes' to combat it is out of the question. But, I had wondered about the possibility of using its remaining energy to destroy it entirely. For example, even forcing the hands that dare to reach out to be directed back unto itself. Dealing with that right away should at least feasibly destroy one of our largest barriers.
The question is simply how.
In the meanwhile, I'd also like to change the approach to how we look for information, and be not afraid in going to extremes...but, I'm still pondering upon the methods.
[ He might have had some talks about explosions and then been inspired by the latest explosions so now at least having this talk so she should not be too surprise when he brings this up later... ]