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Post by Buggy on Jun 7, 2015 16:08:39 GMT
((might have, really? XD))
"Walls? So I would just... think them into existence, or...?" Roki peered at a yellow bloom on a cactus nearby, pensive. This was very interesting... wait, what was that?
A ways away, through several avenues of tents, there was a great round space with some sort of wedge sticking up from it, just about in the heart of the encampment. Intrigued, she started toward it.
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Post by Unokins on Jun 7, 2015 16:35:12 GMT
((I don't wanna shut him down TOO Badly. GOSH.))
Less think. More will, Gale said. One could think words and stuff easily. But actually giving it body and substance - taking the words and making them a thing - was something more. Can... help? Where go. They were heading deeper into her mind, and Gale was getting just a little bit anxious. He followed anyway.
What that? He asked, sticking close to her.
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Post by Buggy on Jun 7, 2015 16:45:24 GMT
"Will, I have plenty of will," Roki replied. It wasn't really a boast, but it was confident. Her pace slowed as they got to the circular clearing in the tents.
It was quite wide; Roki thought she could have crossed it in perhaps ten big strides. The floor of it was stone, and twelve markers were placed at intervals around its edge. The wedge of stone had its origins in the middle of the circle where it was almost flush with the ground. Where it met with the circle's perimeter, the stone was almost as tall as Roki.
"It's a sundial," she said with a slight frown.
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Post by Unokins on Jun 7, 2015 16:58:55 GMT
Hm, Gale mused as he walked up to the sundial. He kept his caution, and stopped at the edge of the sundial. He had never seen one before, but if anything...
Look like clock, he commented, walking around the perimeter. Why here? He looked over at Roki, head tilting to the side. Why have?
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Post by Buggy on Jun 7, 2015 18:36:57 GMT
"It is a sort of clock," Roki told him. "It's... here for a reason, I think." She was pretty sure she knew what that reason was, but she did not elaborate. "All right, how do I begin?"
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Post by Unokins on Jun 7, 2015 18:50:16 GMT
Gale frowned. But he wasn't going to press Roki for information. Her mind, her secrets, her memories. Not his. And he wouldn't be like them.
Begin... Hm. How did they? This was just as new for him as it was for her. Suppose... get used to mind first? Much more aware things, yeah? Were her senses heightened? Could she feel anything from Emkai and Omaron? Find memory of thing. Good memory. Do that first.
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Post by Buggy on Jun 8, 2015 12:17:54 GMT
Get used to it, and find a good memory. Right. Roki began walking away from the sundial again; she had a feeling the good memories wouldn't be too close to it.
Lights, sounds, and occasionally smells seemed to come from some of the tents she passed. She paused by one a good 20 feet away from the sundial, one in which she could hear her own voice murmuring, even laughing a bit. Was that a memory then?
"I might have one here," she told Gale over her shoulder.
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Post by Unokins on Jun 8, 2015 15:16:36 GMT
Gale followed Roki, a lingering glance on the sundial. So... this was a bad thing, then. Why else would she be leaving? But everyone had bad mind things. He let it be as he walked away.
Behind her, he peeked around her waist at the tent. Memory, yes, he said, nodding. The laughter, the sounds. It seemed nice. Look at it. Might see, too. And. Seeing it. Should remember better than before, I think. Try. Go. It okay.
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Post by Buggy on Jun 9, 2015 2:08:27 GMT
Roki carefully drew back the flap of the tent. Her hand rested almost instinctively on her sword's hilt.
The inside of the tent wasn't a tent at all, but an enormous round room carved from dark stone. The ceiling was a dome half-lost in darkness; high thin windows let streams of light in on one side. In the middle was a rough altar of rock piled one on top of the other. And on top of this a fire was burning.
But Roki's eyes were drawn to a man standing to one side of it, leaning on a staff. He wasn't very old, though it was usually hard to tell with his kind. Blue flames lapped up his face from the collar of his grey robes. And he was snoring.
Roki's hand went to her mouth to obscure a smile. "Yes... this is a rather happy memory."
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Post by Unokins on Jun 9, 2015 3:15:28 GMT
Gale scurried up Roki's back, clinging there like a cicada. He looked over her shoulder, curious and wide eyed.
What a nice memory. A calm memory with warmness and a comforting darkness that didn't suffocate or smother. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, relaxing. A small part of him was jealous. How many more happy memories like this did Roki have? He decided he didn't want to know.
Gale blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust more easily. He stared at the man closely. Who that? He asked, looking from him to Roki. Know? What do? And. He paused, head tilting to the side. And how better remembering? Small tiny details. Focus on those. Able to remember better, I think. It was how it was with himself, anyway. Always going in and picking at specific memories would dredge up details that he may have glossed over or forgotten otherwise. Having the access to his mind was knowing himself better, and he needed to know himself well to survive.
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Post by Buggy on Jun 11, 2015 0:10:45 GMT
"That's Biroan, from before we got married. This is when he was being initiated into the priesthood." Roki narrowed her eyes and thought, trying to focus on the details as Gale had said. As she did so, the picture started to come more clearly into focus, even though she hadn't noticed anything wrong with what she was looking at before. His eyes were as white as her flames were; she could see a sliver of one under an eyelid. The staff he was leaning on was covered over with carvings, and a cup was turned sideways at its top, for the water.
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Post by Unokins on Jun 11, 2015 0:46:09 GMT
Gale nodded absently as she spoke, though feelings of pride escape him. This was looking a lot better than before. Like a crisp photograph instead of a foggy rendition. This was extremely good, and he wondered if the others would do it half as well half as fast.
This good. Very good, he said, glancing at her from over her shoulder. This good. Because. Can help later. Can find memories. And remember forgotten things. Face in crowd. Word in conversation barely listening to. Path traveled. Paper glanced at. Can store. All place in here. Can find. Help survive. Gale nodded, and turned his attention back to Biroan. He really should have been getting on. But curiosity got him.
So what do. What priesthood? Wanna know.
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Post by Buggy on Jun 11, 2015 3:19:43 GMT
"Ah. Now that is a thought..." Even if she was never attacked mentally, Roki could definitely see the merit in being able to recall otherwise forgotten details. The possibilities that sort of ability raised...
Gale's question brought her out of her thoughts. "Hmm? The priesthood keeps the temple and makes sure the flame on the altar doesn't go out. They're in charge of orchestrating worship and scripture readings, and sometimes people go to them for advice. Does that make sense?"
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Post by Unokins on Jun 11, 2015 3:33:49 GMT
Gale nodded as she spoke, quickly losing interest in her explanation. Worship, scripture, advice, blah blah who cared? They wouldn't do anything ever for Gale, so he certainly didn't care for them. There was no way that those people and... whatever they worshiped would ever effect Gale in any way shape or form.
He shifted on Roki's back. He could feel his physical body getting hungry and the afternoon sun shining down on his dark brown hair. Roki's only flaming body, from which he still clung to in the physical world, was getting too hot.
Spend more time later, he said, humming thoughtfully. Hungry. I hunt. We eat. Teach mmm... Emkai? Teach Emkai. He learn next.
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Post by Buggy on Jun 13, 2015 1:33:36 GMT
A warm wind stirred Gale's hair and made Roki's flames flicker. It was hard to tell if it was only in Roki's mind or if it was in reality as well.
"Time? Yes, I suppose we've spent a lot of time here... How do we leave?" She looked over her shoulder, frowning slightly. The mental landscape shifted slightly. And suddenly she was aware of a slight ache in her legs. She had been walking all this time, hadn't she?
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