"Gods?" Fey spoke to the space where Forgery had sat before her, emphasizing the pluralization slightly in her question. "No" Her lie came in a calm voice matter of fact voice, apparently unfazed by question nor vanishing act. She hadn't quite a grasp at what other powers were out there, just that they were and that Forgery would likey have them. Even if he was not there to hear the response she figured it was a most amusing answer... To tell the aspect you followed that you lacked faith entirely, not merely in prayer but upon equal ground between manifest forms.
Still she mused the possibility it was merely a facade and Forgery himself sat still present to observe her, what a trick that would be to 'know' that he could hear. A slight sorrow made itself felt in her mind when she considered how few people could actually appreciate such a scene.
Though The Nature and The Forgery had communicated, perhaps unknowingly. Fey had not the perspective to gauge such a thing, instead focusing on her end of each interaction. Forgery was without a doubt in her mind just He. Locutus however was taking this quite slowly, it was still a possibility to her it wasn't truly him, though she loath to think such an occurrence be downgraded by that very possibility.
Two gods this very day would prove that life may be getting that much more interesting.
"The thought of a Deity truly existing is of unparalleled absurdity." The elemental couldn't help but push her statement more offensively, she figured she could settle for the wolf's reaction alone if she had to.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Dec 15, 2010 0:26:24 GMT -5
The wolf closed his eyes for a moment as they chatted, and let his ears back, simply listening to the world. Then Forgery poised the question on Fey. His usual old antics. The slowly building agitation died down as he returned to his usual behavior. One Locutus knew well enough from the ages.
"Do you believe in god?" A question Locutus found amusing... yet it was also an interesting question at that. The question could easily be turned around... Did they believe in their followers? Did they have trust that they would believe? Even gods had their place. They were leaders too. And good leaders always put faith in their subordinates. Good leaders also did not ask of their followers what they themselves would not do. To some that question might seem trivial... but to Locutus it was a gateway to another world of questions and answers. Behind that door laid a lifetime of insight and wisdom.
"No." Well that was quite an interesting answer. Someone such as her? Not believing in gods? It was at this point he pulled his ears back up and slowly opened his eyes. Forgery had gone, for how long and where to, he did not know. However, he didn't put much thought into it. Forgery would be back or he wouldn't but it let him get back to the woman that intrigued him so much. This Fey was a paradox of contradictions. The irony of true lies wasn't lost on him so he carefully broke a part what she said piece by piece.
"The thought of a Deity truly existing is of unparalleled absurdity." Was it? Was it so hard to believe that someone could transcend the mortal barrier by sheer force of will and the hopes and dreams of others guiding them? Could not similar aspects be seen in small scale throughout the world? Did athletes not inexplicably perform better when cheered on? Did she chalk this up to some physical explanation. Truth was that in some respects it was. Chemicals reacting with tissues... making them perform better... but it went beyond that. Strength they didn't believe they had suddenly showing itself. People were pushing their barriers. And legends were a metaphorical example. People immortalized in history... their deeds echoing far after their heart has failed them.
The wolf looked down for a long moment at the ground. The still present "beggin strips" at his feet were still mostly ignored beyond his staring through them. Then he looked up at Fey and gave her an intense stare for a few moments. An ageless intelligence looked at her silently for a few seemingly endless moments. To Fey it might have seemed like hours, when in reality it was only a few seconds. Finally he looked towards the Horizon. He pulled his ears back down and sniffed at the air, his mind mulling over what she had said. The harsh comment hadn't drawn any ire from him, he didn't believe it to be anything apart from natural denial.
"And what do you believe in Fey? Everyone has their beliefs. Whether it be in some... omnipotent force, Magical creation, or perhaps the work of science."Finally he had broke his silence, he asked her a question that would decide where he would go next. Now that the cat was out of the bag, there was a world of questions he could ask Fey. For even deities had questions they could not always answer short of flexing their divine muscle... and He was not ready to do that yet.
"I believe in freedom I guess." A fair statement that Fey spoke with her gaze off in the distance, It was the simplest she could distill her many beliefs. "I believe in the story" A more complicated statement arose from her mind. "In the adventure, in the adventure of others." This much was the truth, though she decided to leave other the part about her belief in deception. The joke, the hunt, and the game. Forgery would be her little secret as long as he let her keep it.
She returned a glance to Locutus "So you 'Can' talk after all." She smiled. It was a moment or two that she lingered there, her meal already finished, peacefully thinking. "Would you happen to have any other questions of such smothering magnitude?" The inquiry came with a smirk.
The sound of his speech awoken by such a ridiculous farce, Fey almost wanted to tell Locutus she'd been lying. He might even appreciate that she did it because it was Forgery she spoke to. Not yet though, the decision came to hold onto this one for now, he'd held onto his cards, surely it was only fair.
"Or perhaps you'd grant me the same question..." The elemental started, pausing with significance. Her gold eyes peered directly into the red of the beast's before her. "What do you believe in Locutus?"
Post by Locutus Ferox on Dec 18, 2010 11:06:22 GMT -5
"What do I believe in?"He took a long deep breath as he thought about that one for a moment.
"People Fey. I believe that people can find it in them to transcend into something greater. That they could immortalize themselves in their own beliefs. That people can find a way to dream. And maybe... perhaps one day... they'll realize they're destroying their own home. I believe in freedom and adventure. I believe in many things." The wolf looked off to the horizon again.
"People on a whole no longer believe Fey. They don't believe in the world. They don't believe in nature... They no longer believe in what they could be. They no longer believe in themselves." ]He took a gamble, telling this to the woman, seeing how she would handle it. He didn't bother looking at her, just letting her absorb it for a while in silence.
His attention was drawn back briefly to the coming storm. It wouldn't be long before it arrived. It brought in about that sweet breeze that always exists on the edge. The calm and beauty before the darkness of the storm. It brought a slight inner smile to Locutus. Nature could be subtle... but when it wanted to be it could also be quite blunt when it wanted to be. Humans couldn't do much to prevent it either.
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It was actually a slight surprise for Fey that the Deity gave her such a serious answer, she'd not often considered their perspective on the matter. It was an interesting response if nothing else.
"That's a nice thought..." She finally returned "I think it's a bit strange to classify something as broad as 'people' under one positive belief though." Fey-Lynn rocked the empty cup with one finger "There are those that are good and right and faithful..." She pressed down and watched the lip buckle before snapping out from beneath her hand and toppling off the table into the trash can to the side. "Then there those who believe in nothing, see nothing but themselves, or worse yet... They believe strongly and they believe so in the 'Wrong' things." Fey was curious what Locutus thought of that point, was he excluding the second group or perhaps idealistic enough to believe an entire race as diverse as man could be unified.
"Sure there is more grey then white or black but that's kind of the issue. There will never be unified belief in all because of that diversity." Even deception, who could play all the sides, couldn't hold on to everyone once they were tied together. People would do anything to deviate.
"What you need to believe in are the people that already respect nature. The rest are likely like that for a reason." The feel of a single drop of water on her skin provoked Fey to look up to the sky, the prospect of rain granting her a slight smile. "Haha, I can remember the last time it stormed while I was at a picnic table." The memory began "Mid May a many years ago, wind so hard I had trouble walking to the car, begged to stay outside and play the whole walk... You're not going to stop be from staying out here are you?" Fey asked with a smile.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Dec 21, 2010 10:26:05 GMT -5
He listened to her reply intently, if he could smirk, he would have, though he did do something somewhat close. "Then there those who believe in nothing, see nothing but themselves, or worse yet... They believe strongly and they believe so in the 'Wrong' things." His eyes gave a mirthful gleam as he tilted his head to the side."Ah, but Fey.... What are the 'wrong' things? Who is to tell you that what you believe in isn't true? Is worshiping other gods wrong?"
He shakes his head as he continues."I cannot fault one for worshiping the goddess of vampires, the god of deception, or any of the other pantheon of deities that you might not even know about...It is their belief, their faith. I simply believe that people CAN believe. There will be those who accept others as their lord...but even still, one can learn to respect nature, even if they do not follow it's doctrine. No.... Unified worship in the god of nature is not what I believe in. "
He turns his head to look up to Fey."I provide people the knowledge, and I let them make the decision. That is true faith. One that does not blindly ask people to follow... One should not need to beg and plead people to follow, making up stories to make them believe. One simply needs to have comfort in what they believe in. What feels right for them."He chuckled inwardly as he finished his little spiel, though there were a few things he left unsaid. He would let her absorb that for a moment.
The drop caused his ear to perk and he looked back up to the sky which was growing even darker. "Heh, no. By all means, feel free to stay out here, but you're probably going to get very wet. This one is going to be pretty big. Besides, who would I be to prevent someone from enjoying a little rain...?"
"I suppose you speak words wiser than I" Fey-Lynn smiled to the Aspect. "Then I agree." She decidedly changed her words "I wouldn't fault someone for their beliefs, how their mind works is what makes them them self, to ask differently is silly... It is the results of those beliefs I find fault in, alas I am merely myself and can not see what they strive for save for the 'cost' in their wake." The word cost was spoken with emphasis, as if she were pronouncing the name of a disease, something vile.
"Surely you think not of a man's belief when he tears the forest asunder and pumps thick black slop into the waters" Fey added to her point "Nature's only here as a material to better man" She mocked in a ridiculous deep voice "Animals don't feel, plants don't think!" She continued to stress what she felt was 'wrong' in her previous words.
Again the rain took her as it's pace rapidly picked up into a pouring that resonated about them. The elemental closed her eyes and let the water stream off her face and into her hair the began to cling to her skin in clumps. The water beading around the strands as if it were a conduit of sorts. "In some areas rain like this would be acidic. Corrupt and dangerous." She said after a thoughtful pause, a detectable sorrow in her voice. That had been to depressing of a statement, Fey shook her head and smiled slightly before standing and skipping a small circle beneath the rain as it fell heaver, joined by the wind in a powerful dance.
This was fun, a conversation of this caliber had long eluded the young elemental, she was grateful for this chance to play with the god of nature.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Dec 23, 2010 1:38:55 GMT -5
"But then we cycle back to my belief that one day man will realize it is destroying the planet. My beliefs may be different and I may believe them to be misguided... but that doesn't mean their beliefs are wrong. On the other hand it also does not stop me from disagreeing, and doing everything in my power to do so."
As the wolf said this he looked to the sky. The rain had picked up and was now actively soaking the ground. In the distance the few remaining people outside were taking shelter. This storm, albeit large, had come in rather quickly and with little notice."Nature has a way of protecting itself when threatened. Storms, blizzards, hurricanes, volcanoes, earthquakes. The tip of the iceberg... no pun intended. They're all means by which nature keeps itself balanced."
By now the storm was really picking up. Lighting arced across the sky, lighting up the area for a moment before it went back to it's natural darkness. Nearby lights already beginning to flicker as power was momentarily interrupted. This was merely the edge and already humanity's technology was struggling. This only caused Locutus to smirk inwardly. He wondered how long it would take for a rolling blackout to take place. His attention was drawn back to Fey as he awaited her reply.
Fey's fingers snapped a couple times, toying with her imaginary lighter. Orange flashes sprung forth and were immediately smothered in the growing torrent.
Belief was a strange concept. A metaphysical piece relegated to other difficult matters such as choice and identity. These were the core of lies, the bed in which they lay, snuggling up to the world that rest in the blankets folds and intricacies.
This is how she saw the world, as if the dying hours of the evening found her walking about her quarters deciding what to wear while the world lay their waiting for her rest, trapped in but one outfit, confined to identity and belief.
"Hmm" She dwelled a moment seeing if she could craft the words needed to gain ground "How about a dictator that kills several million because he believes all but his own subsection of a single race imperfect, impure...?" She phrased the question as if it were a strained effort, such that she'd accepted what Locutus mean but still aimlessly tried to force him to concede.
If you asked the tipsy loudmouth at the bar downtown he'd say tell you that 'Megan The Magnificent' was a black haired magician with the strangest demeanor and some pretty good tricks. The same question posed to the God of Nature himself might reveal that Fey likes nature, dogs, and the rain, or perhaps just the storm. He might say she's a bit attached to the word 'wrong', or that she's interesting if not confusing at times. She spoke unfazed to the deity having claimed she knew him yet denied her belief in the divine.
"Well hopefully you're right and humanity opens its eyes before nature needs to snuff them out in order to protect itself." Her words seemed a little grim coming from beneath the assault of such a sky. But it wasn't as if she seemed worried, it sounded as if she watched a war, blood spilling so endlessly it cast spell that turned the earth itself into a magnificent grave. The obelisk of death growing with the conflict. She didn't sound to be waiting for either side to win, or for a loved one to come back unharmed. They were words that just longed for the end of the struggle.
Perception was a wonderful thing, had she ever wished to play in the rain during a picnic? Did she believe there was an 'evil'? Did the Fire have any reason to enjoy the rain? These questions were why she smiled, soaked through, clothes dripping and heavy. So what if she hated the rain? She was having a great time prancing about in the water right now.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Dec 27, 2010 12:31:00 GMT -5
He would chuckle softly as he looks up to Fey. Suddenly one of the flames she had been toying with would stay lit, despite the blowing wind and torrential downpour of rain. He'd gaze at the flame, the small light reflecting in his eyes as it flickered but stayed alight.
"Destruction is part of the cycle of Nature Fey. Fires occur.. earthquakes. Predators. Plants die. Animals die. People... die. What is it you people call it? Social Darwinism? A belief applied to society that sprung up from the belief of that man named Darwin... that nature is all about survival of the fittest. Well he wasn't wrong. Do you think fires wouldn't occur if people were not there to see them? Do you think those hundreds and thousands of creatures that live there would not die if people didn't know? Death happens Fey. Morally is it wrong? By most people's standards, yes it would be. Does that mean he is wrong for believing it? Hardly. He just went about his belief in a socially unacceptable way."
"Inversely I could ask you. what about a whale who eats millions of Krill? He does it to survive but thinks nothing of the millions of tiny creatures he killed." He let the question hang in the air, knowing full well many people would simply object to it quite quickly, but he suspected Fey would take more time to analyze the question and come back with something a bit more witty.
A bolt of lightening branched out across the sky. It lit up the world for a few moments before plunging it into the pitch black left as ones eyes adjusted to the sudden changing light. Even in the lack of lighting the wolf's eyes seemed to glow a brilliant deep red.
"Well I should hope it doesn't come to that...."He would trail his sentence off, looking up at Fey in a most suggestive matter that possibly conveyed that he might very well go that distance if the need required it....
"Destruction and Creation are just reallocation, balances constantly shifting. Birth is sustained by death and death by birth." Fey acknowledged that much, that destruction and death themselves weren't any more evil than the life and the creation that allowed them to be. "The equation solves itself through many means."
Fey paused to consider the relating facts in the Wolf's next example ."I'm not vegan or anything, I don't often stop to consider the mandatory death I sustain myself upon, neither do I push that capacity to it's utmost, begging for black wings and recognition." Another declaration of relative truth "The mass destruction may very well, merely be the next step of the equation, but the spark in the free mind that deems all other life unworthy of respect, dignity, nor mercy. A spark without motivation, breeding only future contempt." The words sank, as if each syllable of her description was heavier then the last somehow.
Red hair dripping a violet hue in the muted blue haze that was the world about them, a whirl of monochromatic might cut by the contrast in her golden eyes. Deep down perhaps she agreed with part of what her mouth pronounced, sometimes the restraint to avoid breeding any ill will was something she found admirable at least, but claiming it as a value of her own was something that would deny her far to much freedom, closing the gates of havoc and malice to her on almost every occasion.
"That rarity of unmitigated, unwarranted malevolence." Fey slowed to her point "I personally, will always consider... Purely wrong" The elemental's tone fluttered at the end, as if she'd placed her statement on higher ground with that.
They were strong, true lies, from a perspective she held deep within, Fey impressed herself with the ability to sell that as well as she had.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Jan 3, 2011 12:06:38 GMT -5
"That's the cold truth of the world though. There is nothing one can do but try to stop it. Like I said... I may not think their belief's are wrong... but that doesn't mean I won't try to stop them from happening. Like Loggers. Personally I despise them. But it's their belief. I can just educate them as to mine and hope they change. If not? Heh...."
The wolf trailed off and gazed up at the sky. The storm by now had more than arrived and soon it was getting hard to speak at a normal tone and be heard. The wind howled and wailed as it whipped sheets of drenching rain down on anything within it's reach. Light objects that weren't anchored down began to fly as the wind caught them and tossed them like toys. Rain hammered down hard enough to sound like small gunshots as it bounced off metal and glass of nearby cars, including the Delorian.
Locutus's thoughts drifted for a moment, back to the old days... those days. Things weren't so different back then... even amongst themselves. It caused him to shake his head a moment before looking back at Fey with those ancient eyes, almost like the emotionless calculating eyes of judgment themselves.
Fey spun on the spot, small steps carrying her closer to Locutus where she crouched down, arms propped upon her knees. Her clothes were saturated beyond the point of discomfort, as if she were swimming not standing in the rain and could no longer notice the water. "I don't have the power to stop the truest evils." She reminded the deity that she was something less then that "Let me have my selfish partially self reflected loathing of the things out of my power" She smirked uneasily admitting her talk didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things.
A slight pause characterized by what might have been regret pooled about her before she constructed the words to deliver her sentiment. "Sorry" It started simply "It's probably a bit tired hearing people say they don't believe. Would you understand if I said it didn't seem honest to answer Forgery Zaytsev's question truthfully?" She chuckled. "Or an answer that was anything other then ridiculous for that matter"
A quantifiable dim came in her expression and she kept speaking without giving the wolf the chance to reply"We'll call it a fair assessment though..." She explained as if she'd been let down "None of you have exactly lived up to much lately, I know you exist but it doesn't mean I believe." It would be a lie if she conveyed the impression she wasn't woried as well as she hoped but a level of certainty told her Locutus was not the god to snap at an opinion, with any luck maybe she'd even get guilt out of him, that would be interesting.
"Maybe all a 'god' really is is an old and powerful being... But there are more spectacular connotations on the word that at least I haven't seen. just because children don't understand their parents doesn't make it admirable to leave them..." Fey finally looked into the red eyes before her, searching for an answer.
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Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Varos Talantos on Mar 8, 2011 13:10:44 GMT -5
A long silence passed as Forgery listened to the conversation before him. After the female had made her final remark, rain splattered around them violently, somehow increasing the silence between the two. Finally, Forgery faded into being beside the table, hair wet, clothes soaked through and through with the rain still hammering at his back. Nodding, he looked at her with cold eyes. Of course, she was right... but how could she know it?
The fact of the matter was that just because the Gods got lazy on this planet doesn't mean they weren't somewhere else being constructive. Her quickness to disregard the unknown was surprising to Forgery considering the rest of the conversation that he had borne witness to.
"What if the parents put the child in a crib so they can buy groceries and they leave a babysitter but the babysitter doesn't do what they were supposed to and the parents come back to find everything has been left to rot? The child does not know what the parents are doing and shouldn't assume it was their fault that something went wrong... the parents did what they thought was best, didn't they? For if they didn't go buy food for the child, it would perish. Or does the child presume to understand the mind of the father and mother and the needs of the universe it lives in?"
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Post by Locutus Ferox on Mar 8, 2011 19:05:57 GMT -5
The wolf's features barely shifted as Forgery came back. He had no intention of letting the other deity know that his unexpected arrival was... less than welcomed. Of course he knew better than to be surprised at the sudden appearance, but the lack of warning still had him agitated. His eyes never left the woman's, as if had he waited long enough the other being would simply cease to be. He however knew better than to believe that, even for an instant.
"Back again Forgery? Already got bored of pestering Antoinette so you needed to come back here? My I do hope I'm not your only source of entertainment." The wolf had already opened his mouth so it was pointless to shut it now. So now that he was free to fire back his replies he most certainly took the opportunity. Revenge from earlier... perhaps even gods were not above such. Of course the entire time he didn't take his eyes off Fey, as if the conversation with the girl was far more important than the other god appearing.
"As for your first question. No. Fey, it is completely understandable, your behavior. After all... It's easier to admit to something personally to yourself than it is to admit something to others. If you can't even do that...." He trailed off his sentence, but it was more or less clear to what he was alluding to. But how, or why he was alluding to that only the god knew. Perhaps he knew more than he cared to let on what was going on in the woman's mind, or perhaps merely age and time granted him that wisdom of foresight. Either way, the tone of his voice and the look in his eye would bore into the woman as if accusing her of something or, perhaps, it was pity.
"As for our absence in the world... True. We have been gone far to long. The world has descended into disbelieving in our existence. But everyone needs to believe in something. Even if not consciously, logically, or even rationally. It's a pillar people lean on. Whether it be they believe in science and technology or great beings of old, people need something to cling to. Some notion that they believe themselves to be sane, and not alone. The truth hurts, but people don't want to admit it. To know that you truly have been abandoned is something the mind refuses to believe. But all that being said. When you look at the world today, can you truly, within you... can you truly blame us for what we've done? Can you truly hold us to a higher standard than one holds themselves? After all... Not even us gods are perfect."Locutus let that hang in the air, saying it as much to Forgery as she had directed it to Fey. Perhaps that was one advantage to the god coming back. Twas time he heard it from another god what they had done and what they were. The truth. A dark irony given who the message was received by.
The storm showed no signs of diminishing. Quite the opposite, it picked up in intensity. Light nearly constantly filling the sky now, as if it was daylight. Though the strikes made it a little too bright even for that. Howling wind and rain filled the void left between him and the two next to him. Every time he stopped talking it would howl ominously. A crack of thunder burst through the air after a particularly vibrant shock of lightning burst through the sky, casting foreboding, almost skeletal, shadows on the clouds around it. The thunder rattled the nearby glass and caused anything not bolted down to shake. Most of it was hardly heard through the deafening rumble that passed through the air.
"Grandeur and splendor are not what makes a god Fey. We need not be the most amazing thing in people's lives. After all.. what is spectacular but the opinion of the one who observes it? Quite truly I find humans to be far more interesting than my fellow brethren." For a single instant Locutus took his eyes off Fey and looked over towards Forgery. It couldn't be seen, but a wicked smirk was there none-the-less. Gazing almost smugly at Forgery for an instant before looking back to the mortal Fey."As I said before, why should anyone force you to believe anything? Is that truly how believing works? Is it truly your belief if you are battered, beaten, tormented, out-casted, and even compelled to believe? Is it not just your soul wanting to do whatever it took to end your suffering? That is not truly believing. Not for me. So perhaps we have wronged you. Abandoned maybe. Perhaps we're not the most amazing creations you have ever seen. What truly matters is what you WANT to believe."
"And so I ask you Fey.... What DO you want to believe?"
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