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| Morti | Aug 22 2015, 08:04 PM Post #11 |
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"Your hypotheses are very interesting, but I already know the reasoning for inhabiting this particular body. Between here and my world, there is a parallel for every life form. For every demon that exists within my world, there is a human reflection of them here. When my body was torn apart by the torrent of magic that made the Gate, my essences went straight for the parallel version of myself, which was a small boy. I am inclined to agree that I slept in order for the body to mature to a certain point that would allow me proper control and mobility," As Zeph spoke, his hand reached down and grabbed a hold of his parasol that had been resting against the side of the bar, just next to his stool. Unbeknownst to those around him, a blade rested within the handle of the black parasol. The feeling of being watched was started to get to him a bit, and wanted his hidden weapon in hand, for more of a comfort thing than actually needing to use it. "However, I do have to disagree with your soul idea. I can understand why you would think this, but those from the realm of Incendia, we have no soul. We are artificial demons, created for the sole intent to destroy. Though a few of us did begin to evolve past this pre-programmed initiative," Zeph had finally name dropped his world's name. Though he had not been intentionally keeping it hidden, he had not seen a need to speak it out loud. Now that he had, he felt it was information that should not have been revealed in such a public area. There was no telling what kind of ears there were. Over the last year, Zeph had disrupted a good many groups, the largest of which had been the Fiore Government during the Inquisition, though there were other ones. The Cult of the Dreamer was another that was not thrilled with him. Before he could say anything else, Big Pops came by, putting down mugs for both Zeph and Varriden, his usual grin on his face, but he leaned forward a bit as he set them down and spoke, "There seem to be some gentlemen with an issue with you guys. You may want to leave soon," without waiting for a response he was gone again, assisting others. Zeph's eyes flickered to the mug and then back to Varriden. This was not something he was going to decide on his own. "Any further thoughts that you would like to share?" He asked casually, bringing his mug to his lips, but not actually drinking from it. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Aug 23 2015, 12:40 AM Post #12 |
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As it turned out, Varriden didn't have to sit and brainstorm on the how's and why's of Zeph's rather unique out-of-body experience, as Zeph had already had his own explanation for the series of events - his being that every demon in his realm had a corresponding human in this realm, and yin and a yang, so to speak, so when his body was disassembled, his soul was naturally drawn towards his Homo sapien counterpart. "I see, so because your soul and the child's were opposites, but opposites in the manner of yin and yang, two sides of the same coin, your own soul was diverted to the container of that soul instead of just drifting or occupying whatever container was closest to your exit point from the gateway." Varriden said, rubbing his chin in thought. Varriden's own theory, however, according to Zeph, was still somewhat flawed, not in lines-of-thinking way, but in a specific concept - apparently, the demons didn't possess souls to begin with, as they were artificial demons, not the true demons of lore and legend. "I'm starting to see where the rather archaic 'souless demon' analogy came from," Varriden said. "Though it's been years since I saw that in text, and I've never heard it aloud. Until just now, I suppose," he added, correcting himself. As Big Pops refilled their drinks, he mentioned that they had some unwanted attention. Varriden glanced out of the corner of his eye, noticing some movement in the room, but nothing serious. Yet. "Well, since you asked, yes, I do, actually." Varriden said after taking a sip from his glass of water. "You said 'artificial' and 'pre-programming' - which implies someone - or something - made you, along with the others of your realm? I'm guessing it wouldn't be someone I know, but care to enlighten me? And while we're on the subject, if you don't possess souls, then what exactly passed from your realm and into that body when your original broke down? Calling it an 'essence' seems appropriate but terribly vague." |
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| Morti | Aug 25 2015, 08:15 PM Post #13 |
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Setting the mug down, Zeph listened with interested to Varriden. It would seem that there was a old belief, or superstition of sorts of demons being soulless. While in Zeph's case, it was spot on, he knew that those of this world did in fact have this energy within their forms. He had to assume the analogy came from a time in which demons of the realm had been more barbaric and bloodthirsty, as humans seemed to link the lack of a soul with the need to destroy. While this psychological need for annihilation had nothing to do with the soul, he could see why it had been associated. With that said, however, it was possible that his people had started this identifier of a demon not having a soul. Zeph had encountered one of his kind that claimed to have been living on Earthland for a couple decades, well before the Gate opening. He often wondered if it was possible that, while the Gate was constant on Incendia, it was in flux on this side. Dropping people wherever it pleased. Eventually his current company moved on to a new question. It was a rather straight forward one, who created them. For this world, the question of where they come from and who was their god, if there was one, was always an unanswered one. For the demons of Incendia, they all knew with certainty. For they had all, at one time or another, met their creator, looked into his eyes, and bowed before him. This was, with the exception of Zeph. He had never actually met Zeref, all he had were his words from before he had been woken in the burning plains. "When I journeyed out into your world, I began to research anything I could find that was even vaguely related to my world. I had hoped to find the parallel of the one that created us, but he has long since been dead. With that said, you may know who he was. We knew him as the Black God, Lord, Master, Father, but you would have heard him called by Zeref, the Black Mage," Zeph knew that the Zeref of this world had not had as big an impact as on Incendia, but he had still left his mark. A dark wizard, he was the founder of one of the major dark guilds that still survived today. Though it would seem the guild had strayed from Zeref's ideals, Zeph had been interested in getting in contact with them to see if he could meet with their Master, thought he never did. "As for what it was that passed on, your guess is as good as mine. From what I can tell, it was my consciousness, as well as a few particles of my original form, that made it's way into this body. My lifeforce, whatever it was that animated my original body came across. My lack of a soul is assured, as I have encountered those that would... feed off of such energy, and they could not find it within me. This leads me to believe that, even thought I think the boy's mind is dormant within my own, his spirit was obliterated when I took control." |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Aug 26 2015, 01:07 AM Post #14 |
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Zeph seemed to ponder Varriden's musing for a moment before he spoke, saying that he'd done research of his own, hoping to find the parallel of the one who created his kind in this realm. "Makes a certain kind of sense," Varriden said, swirling the water in the glass with one hand, "If there's a person who made you there, stands to reason that there's someone akin to him here. But that would imply, looking at it one way, that you're looking for the person who created us, and science and religion are firmly divided on that issue, both between themselves and one another. Religion claims it was God, but who or what 'God' qualifies as depends on who you ask. Science claims it was Evolution, but even that has varying opinions, and mixed evidence - again, it's who you talk to." "Another way to look at it, however," Varriden continued, "And one that perhaps, given your situation, occurred to you, but it's entirely possible that the parallel of the one who created the people of your realm doesn't hold quite as lofty of a position in our own realm. Look at your own situation," Varriden added, pointing at Zeph. "You were a full demon in the other realm, yet here, your parallel was a newborn infant. There are, no doubt, connections of some kind between the parallels of various dimensions, as you wouldn't be drawn to them naturally, otherwise, but I don't think 'title' is one of them, and given your story, it's safe to say that 'strength' isn't one, either. At least of the physical sort." It turned out that Varriden didn't need to bother guessing at the status of the 'creator's' opposite, however, as Zeph had found him. "Well, perhaps he was Zeref here, but I doubt he was called Black God, Lord, Master, or Father, as the odds of them having the same titles would be very slim indeed, as those titles were of your realm's version of him." Zeph also had thoughts on what might have passed from his old body if no soul was present, though he said up front that his ideas were just guesswork, aside from encountering those who could affect souls and had no luck against him. "Possible, but I believe it's more that the boy's soul is simply dormant within you, and they couldn't affect the boy's soul because your own presence overshadows it, hiding it from their detection. Though as you said, just a guess on my part." |
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| Morti | Aug 26 2015, 04:09 PM Post #15 |
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It was nice to interact with someone who approached things with a healthy skepticism. Most people, when they heard anything about Zeph, either firmly denied his existence or simply accepted what he said without questioning it. Having to sit down and thoroughly speak on the subject at length was quite engaging. Though doing so was started to cloud his mind a bit. Varriden spoke that Zeph's creator may be Zeref, though he did not go by those titles. Zeph knew this, but unlike Varriden there was no doubt in his mind that the Zeref in this world was the same man. First, they both had the same name, but also, there had been a picture of the mage in a very old book. Now, he had never seen Zeref, but he knew what he looked like... How? Zeph rubbed his forehead as he tried to think clearly. How was it that he knew what Lord Zeref looked like, when he had never met him before. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt his head. Why hadn't he ever questioned this before? It didn't make sense, so much wasn't making sense now that he was beginning to questioned it. "I think I need to step outside for a moment. I appear to have an affliction of some kind," He spoke a little slower than before, though his voice still remained monotone. Stepping from his stool, carrying his parasol, he headed for the door. It had gone from cloudiness to sharp pains in the back of his mind. Getting to the door had been a bit of a challenge, as the long he stood, the harder it was to maintain balance. Eventually he managed to stumble through the door. Falling against the wall just to the side, Zeph took a few deep breaths as he began to focus on clearing his mind, just as his Master had taught him. If he wasn't careful, he would quite easily slip out of control, and he would wake up. Without Master Yuurei around, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be any causalities before he took control again. Closing his eyes, Zeph slowly managed to pull the reins back. Mind clearing, he reopened his eyes, one his normal burnt-orange, the other, however, no longer had a pupil, but instead had a slowly rotating pentagram on it with symbols etched into the corners. This was his struggle, a maintained balance between who he was now, and the very powerful demonic instincts that threatened to overtake his mind. It wasn't until now that he realized something. The hairs on his neck were still standing. Someone was still watching him, but no one had left the inn when he had. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Aug 26 2015, 07:36 PM Post #16 |
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Varriden was enjoying the conversation - granted, most would have balked at the idea of talking to what was essentially Zeref's 'son', but Varriden had both met and read about stranger things in his time as a mage than the offspring of a dark mage, albeit a rather infamous one. The talk itself was nice in a simple way - engaging in conversation that required thought. Alot of people didn't mind questions, but few were willing to stick around for the length of time that Varriden felt the need to ask questions, which would be until he had enough information to satisfy his curiosity - which was usually almost any and all information on a topic he could get from someone or something else. The discussion, however, seemed to be having an adverse effect on Zeph, who suddenly excused him, claiming he needed some fresh air, but Varriden suspected other forces at play. Varriden waited about ten seconds or so, finishing his glass of ice water, before setting the glass down, hopping off the barstool and pushing it back into place, and walking out the front door of the bar to see what had happened to Zeph. Waiting a handful of seconds to do so was his way of giving Zeph a moment to compose himself, as whatever afflicted him was something he clearly didn't want to be made public, and also on the off-chance that the drink had simply disagreed with Zeph, and that he simply did need a breath of fresh air to clear his head. Varriden stepped through the door to the bar, spotting Zeph quickly, though he noted the hair on the back of his head seemed uplifted, as if being lifted upward by an unseen breeze. "Are you feeling alright?" Varriden asked with a note of concern in his tone. It probably would have been a shade more of concern had he seen Zeph's eye, but currently, Zeph was facing away from Varriden. |
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| Morti | Aug 28 2015, 12:00 AM Post #17 |
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Hearing Varriden's face slightly startled Zeph. He had not heard him leave the inn, and was not exactly wanting the young man to see him in such a state. Closing his eyes again, he slowly broke the connection, but gently so that the coin did not flip and the wrong one take control. It took only a moment, but when Zeph reopened his eyes, they were both normal once more. Turning to him, he nodded his head to him, "I am fine now, the concern is appreciated. I appear to have some sort of mental block placed within my mind. I had not realized before, so I thank you for bringing it to my attention Varriden." His mind still felt a little fuzzy, but the pain had come to a stop at last, not a distant memory. Now that his head had cleared, he was able to focus on the sensation of being watched. "Shall we walk as we continue our conversation? I have no desire to re-enter the inn, as Big Pops quickly grates my nerves. Though his intentions are good, it is quite annoying," It was a convenient excuse not to return to the crowd, though he was sure that Varriden, but now at least, had begun to detect the unseen eyes watching them from the quickly darkening area. Had Zeph been on his own, he had no doubt that whoever it was out there, would have already made their move. The only reason they had not tried, was thanks to Varriden's presence. There was no way of knowing who they were, or why they were after him... Or after Varriden. It was possible that Zeph wasn't even their target, instead, the Archive Mage could be. Gesturing down the street, Zeph began to walk, parasol still in hand. "Are there any other inquiries that you may have for my? Few people take any sort of interest in my origin. I am more than content to supply you with more answers," As he talked, his eyes slowly scanned the area. Though he noticed nothing out of the ordinary within the immediate vicinity, it did not make him feel any better. While he appeared calm, and, well, dead emotionally on the outside, Zeph found himself on edge. He did not wish for conflict, he took no joy out of it now that he was among mortals. If he could avoid it, great. If he could keep it away from Varriden, that'd be fine as well. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Aug 31 2015, 05:32 AM Post #18 |
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Zeph seemed to pause for a second, as if startled - apparently, he didn't suspect that anyone might follow him, which made a certain kind of sense - the guys in the bar were total strangers, himself included until a moment ago, and 'Big Pops' was too busy running the bar and breaking up fights before they turned into brawls. Zeph turned to face Varriden after a moment, seeming to take that moment to get a second wind of some kind before saying that he was fine. Varriden was skeptical. He hadn't seen Zeph's eye, but he knew that if you had to hesitate to answer the question 'are you okay', then the answer wasn't 'yes'. Zeph didn't leave him in the dark for long, though, answering the unspoken question of why he'd left the building - he discovered some kind of mental block within his psyche that seemed to have been triggered by Varriden's questions, or at least the parts of the subject matter they pertained to. "You're welcome, though not exactly my intention," Varriden said. "Still, yes, let's continue the conversation as we walk - if you have to take a moment to deal with the mental block again, it's probably best that we're not in the middle of a crowded bar," Varriden added with a chuckle. Varriden, by now, had also noted the eyes on them, though until he had left the bar, he had just attributed it to suspicious gazes of those within the bar, perhaps those of someone already intoxicated - but the gaze was still felt out here, and steady enough that it was safe to assume that whoever was keeping tabs on them was sober. Chances were, Zeph was their target, given his 'father', but it was possible Varriden was also a target - after all, Rhonin seemed to be targeted rather frequently for his Archive magic. "Well, let's see," Varriden mused aloud, thinking of more questions to ask, in hopes of both gathering more information and assisting in dealing with Zeph's mental block. "You mentioned a gate that tore open between your realm and our own - any guesses as to the cause of that? As a tear in the fabric of space between realms can't exactly be attributed to bad weather." |
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| Morti | Sep 1 2015, 03:17 AM Post #19 |
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Zeph had actually looked into the cause of the Gate a few months back. Of course it was difficult to track down information on something that had occurred a little more then a decade earlier, but he had been partially successful in discovering a great deal, though there were still many holes. "Here hold this," He said, passing his parasol to Varriden without actually waiting for a response. Zeph was sure the mage would be able to feel that the item was far too heavy for it to just be a tool for shielding one's self from the elements, but he didn't particularly care. Reaching into his coat, he began to fish about for a journal that he had been keeping, storing any information he thought was relevant to Incendia or the Gate. "I was able to trace the opening of the gate back to the research a small group of mages were conducting on interdimensional travel. It would seem that the mage that was leading the group was trying to duplicate the gates that Celestial Spirits use to travel between Earthland and the Spirit World, without draining an individual of all their magic. The bases of the research was off of another mages work from quite some time ago, though I have not been able to find who this mage was, nor what the individual had been originally working on," He spoke as he thumbed through his journal, occasionally pausing for a moment to scan over the page. Glancing at Varriden, Zeph continued onward, "They theorized that the establishment of the Gate was possible, but the key was to use an individual that possessed a great reserve of magical power as well as an unlimited creative mind in order to open it. Once open the Gate was suppose to sustain itself off of the natural magic that exists within Earthland. However, the experiment failed, creating a massive explosion that destroyed a good portion of a forest and decimated a nearby village. Fortunately the head mages home had been far enough away that a good amount of his original research was salvageable. The eruption of magic from the failed experiment had been strong enough to punch a hole in the wall between here and Incendia, though it seems that it is only one way. From the few that made it through, it seems like the Gate is permanently open in Incendia, but here it only opens whenever something comes through." Zeph closed his journal, tucking it back into his coat before holding his hand out to receive his parasol. He felt that it was probably best to leave out that the individual that had been used as the 'key' had been the human child Zephyrius and that the head of the research group was the boy's father. After all, there were a great number of things about the whole experiment that still needed answering. What was it that had started the man's interested into creating the Gate, and whose work had it been. What were the chances that this would involve Zeph's own human opposite. Was it possible that the whole thing had been planned? Some scheme, and the rest of them puppets. For that to be possible, they would have to have had prior knowledge of Incendia. This was not impossible, as he had seen evidence that showed that the Gate was capable of dropping individuals throughout time. If someone had been dropped far enough back, they could have devised the whole thing to play out just as it had for them. This line of though would just lead into paradoxes and Zeph wasn't ready for that. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Sep 1 2015, 05:14 PM Post #20 |
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Zeph had apparently done a bit of research into the gateway that had opened – and with good reason, as it had flung him from his own realm and torn apart his original form – to the point where he even had physical evidence to back up his findings, it seemed, as he handed Varriden his parasol so he could free up his hands for a moment. Varriden wordlessly took the parasol from him, though it sagged for just a moment as Varriden took hold of it, as it was a lot heavier than he would have expected the average parasol to be. Perhaps there’s a blade of sorts hidden in the main shaft of the parasol? Varriden thought to himself. An ordinary magical enchantment to give it special properties, even ones for combat, shouldn’t add to its weight. Apparently, the gateway had been caused by a group of researchers who had been attempting to duplicate the gateways Spirits used to return to their own realm when their Summoner closed their gateway, or when they returned home of their own initiative, but in a way that wouldn’t draw on their own, personal magical resources. “Makes sense,” Varriden said with a slight nod. “If it drew from their own reserves, but they didn’t have enough magical power between them to make it open, best case scenario was that it would fail to work. Worse case scenario….well, let’s just say they would have been through a similar experience as you had with the gate, though without the part about getting a new form.” Even that research had been based on another’s research – not uncommon, given the long existence of mages and summons, but it was beginning to be research-ception – Zeph’s research into the research of the mage group, whose research was on another mage’s research. “I’m guessing it failed because the region they tried to set up the gateway in didn’t have a particular abundance of magic in it, sort of like how air is thinner if you go higher up in the mountains,” Varriden mused aloud. “And an ‘unlimited creative mind’ is also a rather tall order, as I’m not sure that exists. Very creative, certainly, but ‘unlimited’ is something else entirely.” He actually named his realm, though perhaps without meaning to, as Incendia – so that’s where he’s from, Varriden thought. Might have to see if there are any books on that when I return to Empyrea Academy. Zeph also mentioned the gate’s unusual nature of being open on Incendia’s side but only sometimes open here. “I’m guessing that’s because they modeled it after the gateway summons use to move to and from their own realm to Earthland,” Varriden said. “The summons can return home as they want to, but emerging here requires a contract with a mage, and opens a portal just long enough for the summon to get through, so the gate’s own usage reflects that.” Varriden added, handing Zeph back his parasol. “As for the mental block thing, you’re the one with it, so I’ll ask you – do you think it’s something that was set with your creation, something caused by the passage to this realm – like how trauma can sometimes cause memory loss from shock – or perhaps the original boy’s own spirit stirring at the mention of it?” |
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