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expiationlogs2023-08-05 12:13 pm
emet_sulk) wrote in expiationlogs2023-08-05 12:13 pm
Entry tags:
August catch-all (open)
Who: Emet-Selch and anyone!
Where: Aldrip and nearby outskirts
What:
- Emet-Selch attempts to do some actual work for once at the clinic, healing people's hurts (shock, horror).
- He takes the device he found around for walkies, finds otherhot new single users in his area!
- Encounters a morbol in the wild and it tries to follow him home. Or take him home. Hard to tell with these smelly things.
Warnings: None, will update or list in comment headers if necessary
(Will match tag format, action brackets are fine)
1. The Ascian will see you now
Where: Aldrip and nearby outskirts
What:
- Emet-Selch attempts to do some actual work for once at the clinic, healing people's hurts (shock, horror).
- He takes the device he found around for walkies, finds other
- Encounters a morbol in the wild and it tries to follow him home. Or take him home. Hard to tell with these smelly things.
Warnings: None, will update or list in comment headers if necessary
(Will match tag format, action brackets are fine)
1. The Ascian will see you now
Having returned from the desert, it's business as usual at the clinic. Emet-Selch doesn't really like working but he did make a deal with that young woman to put in the time here. Besides, the pay is going towards the weapon he is commissioning from a local blacksmith - one eager enough for the challenge of an unfamiliar weapon and understanding enough to accept payment in installations.2. Tindr? More like Findr
So the Ascian puts aside his ennui and dons the more agreeable veneer of Solus zos Galvus as he attends to those still recovering from the hurts of the past two months. Being one of the Chosen, he's usually also first to be called on to look at other Chosen who walk in.
a) Greeting walk-in patients:
The smile on his face almost resembles a smirk as he walks up to you. "And what trouble have you gotten yourself into, hmm?"
b) Interrupting him whilst he's busy:
He glances up, from whatever or whoever he's working on with a frown. "Do you need something?" he asks, tempering his impatience with effort.
After putting out a request for help and cobbling together some semblance of a working device, Emet-Selch can be found trying to access some of its other features - to not so very great success. Having noticed that it seems to randomly react to something, he takes the thing outside and tries to locate the source.3. Friends Forevermor-bol
Which is how he comes across someone else with another device.
Emet-Selch looks at you, looks at the device in his hands. Frowns.
"Why is this reacting to you?" he asks irritably.
Further afield, outside of town - or even perhaps closer to the forest's edge - Emet-Selch has come across a familiar creature.4. Wildcard
Or perhaps, rather, it finds him.
The creature in question is a towering mass of thick, vine-like tentacles and a gaping, putrid maw. Like an upright land octopus that is at least as tall as a man. Emet-Selch, surprised to come across something from his homestar, is too stunned to move before the seedkin notices him and starts to undulate over.
"No," he says emphatically, jabbing a finger at it. "Stay."
As if this creature can be trained like a dog. He remembers that gift sent by one of the provinces and how it terrorised the imperial gardens before somehow escaping out into the snowy tundra. Morbols and their ilk simply do as they please.
--and this one attempts to reach out and grab him.
He vanishes into a rift, materialising a distance away. But the morbol advances relentlessly, vines reaching for him.
"Of all the creatures to make their way here from our star, why this one?!"
For closed threads or custom scenarios etc., feel free to hit me up on the CR meme to plot.
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Mediate? What is there to mediate? The conflict is over as far as all the rest of you are concerned. All you have to do is keep me from causing trouble and Hydaelyn will have her victory...and the star. But as you are of the 'future', none of you can stop me from acting differently to ensure our victory once I find a way out of this prison.
[ He crosses his arms and looks aside, staring at some point on the ground. ]
Do you have any idea how heavy the burden of duty lay upon my shoulders? To be the only one yet in possession of all his faculties, watching one man's mind unravel and another's memories fade away? To watch the shards of our brethren grow more and more unlike themselves with each ascension until, it seems, our very own Fandaniel decided he preferred death and took it upon himself to destroy the star and all life upon it?
[ A scoff. ]
You would render our labour of some ten thousand years meaningless.
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[He really shouldn't test his luck, but he has to be certain. Why has Emet-Selch not gone after Yuja? He just had ample opportunity to kill her if he so chose, and yet here he is, treating her wounds instead. Elidibus keeps his composure despite the flurry of appeals to his guilt, hands still at his sides.]
When Zodiark could not speak for Himself, we had to interpret His will as best we could instead. You and Lahabrea both deferred to me when it came to that. Could it be that you still do?
Recall, then, what I told you earlier: your death assures mine. But what if I told you our deaths also assure Hydaelyn's?
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[ He warily eyes their Emissary. Emet-Selch has no answer as to why he doesn't simply murder Yuja out of hand. He has every reason to do so. And so, as has been his wont lately when faced with difficult questions he cannot answer, he chooses to ignore it entirely. ]
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[Athena would not have acted the way she did in the Aetherial Sea if Hydaelyn were still around to have any say in the matter. He'd been quite out of sorts at the time, so it's hard to tell from a perfectly clear perspective, but that much, he can be sure of.
Elidibus sets his jaw, almost sure he's got this situation figured out.]
...But I suppose you will still claim it a victory for Her, despite the fact She does not live to see the fruits of Her labors. You are yet in His thrall, Emet-Selch. Irrevocably so. You know this as well as I do. And as long as you remain that way, we won't come to an agreement on this matter anytime soon.
Know, however, that it will not stop me from worrying for your well-being all the same. I wouldn't let her harm you any more than I will let you harm her. You are my friend, my brother, and I won't give up on you, even if you have already given up on me.
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Do you truly think so little of me? I have never given up on you! Even as you lost more and more pieces of yourself to time, I tried to urge you to keep your crystal close - until the last time that we spoke when you told me that if such memories were indeed so precious that I should not ask you to forget them twice.
[ The memory of it is still fresh in his mind. It had happened recently for him after all. He thinks that had been the moment when he had decided: after his death, Elidibus should not be left to perform his duty alone.
Who could have guessed how soon that moment would come for the both of them?
His fingers dig into his arms as he continues: ]
Now you stand before me, speaking and thinking with the clarity of purpose I remember. How could you possibly think that I would be anything other than relieved? I only hate that it took death to restore your sense of self.
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He grimaces and looks aside, ashamed.]
I was mistaken. I'll fully admit it. What were we doing at all, if not desperately clinging to what precious little any of us had left? How foolish of me, to think what I'd already lost didn't matter...
[His fingers clench, stopping just short of curling into fists. Elidibus swallows, then looks back up, trying hard to mask the growing remorse.]
My memories will never be what they once were. There's much I do not recall about the Etheirys before Zodiark and Hydaelyn, even now. But that which I do remember, I hold close to my heart. And I will continue to do so until the day I am made to fade away once more.
I would still ask you to consider leaving it be while we remain somewhere with more pressing concerns, like our survival... but whether you can or will comply, I cannot say. I work only to prevent the worst case scenario now.
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I will consider it if you look at your crystal again. I am not going to lose more than I already have or will.
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[I have, he wants to say. Many a time. But the memories, when he reaches for them, are absent like they were never there, like they've been plucked directly out of time and thrown into a bottomless void called Zodiark. He doesn't remember recording the message, nor any of the specific circumstances that led up to the idea.
Even so, he glances up and holds out his hand, slowly mustering a smile.]
All right. I am of the same mind.
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If you don't mind, please continue to tend to Yuja's wounds... I'm afraid I am not experienced enough in the healing arts to help anywhere near as effectively. I know it's hardly your favorite thing to do, but I will entrust it to you nonetheless.
[Elidibus smiles, and it's a brilliant sight not seen since long, long ago for Emet-Selch.]
Thank you. Truly.
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Hmph... If she injures herself attempting to climb out of bed again before she is fully healed then it shall not be my problem. She is not the only patient in the clinic, you know.
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[He laughs with a shake of his head, still hoping to at least do his part by keeping her occupied in one place for long enough. Somehow. Perhaps the company will be enough for now, though.]
'Tis a good thing you do for the clinic overall. I am both surprised and yet not at all surprised that you continue the work. I hope it does not cause you too much trouble, but I suppose we all must do something to pass the time.
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[ It's a paltry excuse. Anyone who has watched him work from afar would see he takes it seriously. Negligence is the easier route but he has not taken it. ]
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Alas, we all do at the moment. But I appreciate it nonetheless. A thankless job, to be sure.
[He pats Emet-Selch on the shoulder, though he has to reach up quite far to actually make the gesture, and then breezes by him, feeling much better than when he entered the clinic.]