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| heiner777 | May 18 2016, 01:18 PM Post #11 |
"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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With a simple nod, the raven-haired scholar guided whatever free thoughts he had to a nearby bench that fronted the entrance to Poinsettia’s hospital. He sat without saying anything, his body merely repeating the actions it had earlier performed while the bulk of Vento’s cerebral processes focused on a day in the past while he consumed his burger and drank his beverage. The taste they produced was wonderful to say the least, but when compared to the young man’s introspection, they were but a mere speck of dust worth only a negligible amount of his cognitive processes. Flying on its own, is it? Vento mentally asked himself, the words taking on personal meaning than he figured that a simple verse from extemporaneous speech would actually merit. In the silence of his thoughts, Vento was brought back to the mellow yellow glow of the wall scones that pushed back the darkness on the evening of his eighteenth birthday which he had celebrated alone since his master, Zephyrus, had gone out for the night to arrange for his boarding since this was also about the time the young man was supposed to leave the care of the one man whom he had considered as the closest thing to a father. It was a thoughtful gesture for anyone outside of their ‘family’, but Vento knew better; he was merely ensuring that his test subject would be living with an acquaintance who would report on his progress as research material for Zephyrus’ life-long research. Vento could vividly remember the exact moment his ties with his master were ‘severed’; he had come back in to a simple dinner hand-made by the celebrator himself, a mixture of his own favorite dishes as well as Zephyrus’ own. As usual, there was nothing but silence inside their quaint house literally built inside a giant sequoia; there was no merriment of any kind, but rather, the monastic silence the young man had grown accustomed to for eighteen years. Meal time was always a matter of silence in their kind of lifestyle and not even a celebration would change that. By the time the two finished their respective meals, they simply sat facing each other for what seemed like the longest time. They were like two predators sizing each other up; there was no hint of emotion in their eyes or on their faces apart from their stoic gazes. Thus, when Zephyrus broke the silence between them, Vento mentally allowed himself a pat on the back since it seemed that he had finally beaten his master’s concentration after almost two decades of trying to do so. “I read your letter; I guess I can consider you fit for field testing,” spoke Zephyrus in scholarly detachment. Vento nodded. “I should be; you raised me to be this way. Logic above all else, am I right, Master?” Zephyrus smirked – a rare sign of humanity in an otherwise mechanical man – and replied in kind. “That is but natural. You are my greatest work yet and I know you will perform well in the outside world. Hence, I have arranged for your accommodations – you will be living an apartment in Clover Town, a quiet and serene place where you would not be bothered by the hustle and bustle of the city.” “I think you meant that for yourself and not for me. I assume that the landlord there is an acquaintance of yours from your prestigious wizard-scholar days?” he hissed. Zephyrus could only nod in affirmation. “Since you know that much then I can assume that you will have no reason to fail in your directives. Your progress will be monitored, as always; monthly reports will be compiled and transmitted through—” “—yes, yes, I know,” Vento interjected, standing up from his seat and began cleaning up the dinner table for one last time before he would leave for Clover Town tomorrow. He would say that he would miss these little interactions since this was the closest thing he had to ‘affection’ he had received, but his training had no place for sentimentality. If anything, he would probably look back upon the time he had spent with Zephyrus as one giant experiment with him as the unfortunate lab rat. His consciousness snapped back to the present when he felt that the contents of his drink had emptied with the last sip. His burger was already gone if the balled up tinfoil wrapper on his hand was of any indication, but now that he was without drink as well, his consciousness demanded something to whet his lips with. Reminiscing the past was, after all, a tiring ordeal especially for someone like Vento. Crimson eyes scanned his surroundings for the plastic bag he had given Daiki earlier. Once he had found it, an extended hand towards the other youth was all that was needed to convey the message of his desire for yet another can of whatever random beverage that was still left; that is, if the latter had not yet scarfed down every last morsel of food and drink. “Give me a beverage of something – anything,” he commanded in a tone that was both lax yet threatening at the same time. Pleasantries were the least of his worries at that point in time since he wanted to drink his chagrin away. |
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| Mariko | May 18 2016, 02:35 PM Post #12 |
Phck.
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The vicinity of the hospital was one of the proofs that nature and architecture can conincide with each other. The vast land surrounding the five-story edifice was filled with lush greenery, except on the eastern side which was facing a man-made lake. The pathway towards the entrance was lined with well-maintained flowering bushes and shrubs. Benches could be seen nearby. Some of them which were far from the shade of the main building were shaded by oak trees. The main building itself on the exterior was painted with white, though most of the walls were replaced with glasses to allow natural light to pass through. One could think that the place promoted beyond physical healing. Vento took his seat in one of the benches. Tsuna opted not to share seats with him since she noticed his sudden silence and thought he must be in deep thought and did not want to be disturbed. She placed the plastic bag on the bench she occupied, her bench was around one and a half meters away from the scholar's. Slow eater as she always was, she took her time biting and chewing the submarine sandwich, while occasionally drinking her soda. She only managed to eat barely around half when around three stray cats sat before her, meowing as if begging for treats. "Oh you're hungry?" she thought, her eyes delighted to see the furry creatures. Without any hesitations she removed the onions, lettuce, tomato and green bell pepper which she believed the cats would not like to eat, then tear to pieces what was left of her food. Piece by piece she fed it to the cats, throwing their treats to the ground as the felines scurried to eat them. With the practiced masculine tone she chuckled, "You sure are hungry. Don't worry, whenever I am in Poinsettia I'll drop by to feed you all." It might sound like an empty promise, but that time she meant it. For the past few months since Daiki's death she experienced the extremes, and it would be quite a pain to the heart to see another creature in hunger, as she experienced the same one too many times. Besides, cats were Daiki's favorite animals. When he was alive, he would stealthily take some of the food from the kitchen and then feed them to the stray cats outside the mansion, Tsuna being always the lookout to tell Daiki if someone was approaching. Those days were fun. Those days would never come back. “Give me a beverage of something – anything.” Tsuna's head swiveled to Vento's direction. She wasn't expecting he would command her like so, but without any qualms she took out another can of orange soda from the plastic with her clean hand while licking the other. Then, she tossed it towards Vento, because, that's how guys do it, right? "If you're thinking of the thousand jewels you've wasted for me that's why you're in a bad mood, don't worry I will pay you. With interest if you like. Give me your address or anywhere I could drop it when I have the money. I apologize for the bother, and also thank you." The cross-dresser believed those were the right words to say, and perhaps the person whom she was trying to be now would say the same. As the food she has dropped the ground was now in the cats' stomach, and she had failed to drop some more, the furry creatures started rubbing their heads on the girl's leg while meowing loudly. Edited by Mariko, May 18 2016, 02:43 PM.
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| heiner777 | May 19 2016, 07:27 AM Post #13 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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A swift flick of the wrist was all it took for the young man to catch the can of orange soda which Daiki had thrown over to him in such a nonchalant fashion. Vento could only sigh out of frustration knowing that the carbonated drink would probably fizz over if he were to open it directly after he had caught the drink. He could blame the other man for this since his gaffe was pretty much a result of his lack of common sense, but the young man chose to let it slide for the time being since he figured that he was simply upset over his pride being presumptively rolled over by Vento’s seemingly good-intentioned act of charity. Vento placed the can beside him and decided to amuse himself while he waited for a few minutes for the contents to settle. He could not care less about what Daiki thought, but he really should learn how to read the mood. “Do you honestly think that I would be brooding over something as trivial as a thousand jewels when I just bought food enough for six people without expecting anything in return?” he retorted, a contemptuous chuckle following soon after. “Money is only a means to and end; a mere tool to use to get to where you want to go. I have no interest in monetary gain beyond its use and it has served me quite well.” The young man’s eyes narrowed down to knife-like slits as his gaze once more turned to meet Daiki’s figure. Again, seemingly murderous intent seethed as the scholar examined every inch of Daiki’s body in great detail as afforded to him by their relatively close proximity together. Visual data was quickly converted and categorized – right down to the smallest detail – before being stored within the vast storage network that was Vento’s brain by reason of Mens Nexus. He silently cursed under his breath, however, when the analysis on his magic type came out as ‘blank’; it only meant that he needed to analyze his subject a bit more intensely and thus decided to prolong the conversation until he had obtained the necessary information on Daiki Kushinada. “So you are supposed to be some rich kid, huh? From the Kushinada family or something like that, yeah? From how the old bat described you, it seemed like your family was a big deal or something. I imagine lake-side mansions, carriages, servants, and of course enough money to splurge on whatever you want. Despite that, you left it all behind to pursue your dreams. That takes guts, I guess,” said Vento. “I will not ask anything about your past, but let me just inquire – was your life really that bad? Did living in a gilded cage become too much for you that you chose a hand-to-mouth existence over a life of assured decadence? Just curious is all.” Truth be told, he was not exactly curious since Vento knew that whatever reasons Daiki might have would not amount to anything that would contribute to the success of his current assignment. Once he analyzed the young man’s magic system and it was something that would not prove of any use to his exploration of the Genie’s Lamp, the scholar was determined to get things over with and leave to continue his exploration as soon as he could. Until then, he resolved to figure out the meaning behind the ‘blank’ assessment given to him by Mens Nexus. After all, if it turned out that the ‘blank’ signified for some amazing skill, he would at least have one prospective assistant ready to be sacrificed in the name of science. While waiting for a reply from Daiki, Vento took the can of soda he had set aside for a while and popped it open and drank without ever averting his gaze away from him. The taste of the cold orange-flavored drink brought a smile to his face, but that only made his expression seem all the more malicious as if he were a devil with ulterior motives behind his otherwise innocent inquiry. |
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| Mariko | May 19 2016, 02:03 PM Post #14 |
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“Money is only a means to and end; a mere tool to use to get to where you want to go. I have no interest in monetary gain beyond its use and it has served me quite well.” In an ideal world this was true. For those who had access to monetary resources and spend them as they wish, these words held water. However, if someone lost everything and was on the brink of survival the harsh reality would be instead of having money 'working' for the person, the person was working hard for money just to have a shelter above his head for a night. In this world where only the air people breathe was not monetized, each penny and cent worth a lot, and a thousand Jewels which one person could see as a small amount could mean a day or two of meals to another who had no idea where to get the next set of coins to fill his pocket. True that this was not how the world should be, but ideals could get twisted or set aside when a force graver than misfortune began to drag you down. Tsuna knew it well. From someone who can easily dispose of any amount to meet an end, in a few month's time she turned into someone who needed mad accounting skills just to fit her needs in a certain budget. Tsuna knew it well, but she was still failing in this field. Like the usual, she did not bother to correct him. She just gave him a wry smile while feeling soft furs pressed on her fabric-covered legs. He was entitled to his own views, and as someone he just met she believed she was of no position to contest this. Besides, knowing how sharp this man's intellect was, Tsuna opt to keep her mouth shut just so she would not make any blunder. Soft breeze passed through the teen's skin, the same breeze that caused the leaves to gently and gracefully sway. The surroundings might look serene, but the opposite could be gleaned on the scarlet eyes of the man from Neo Cortex once they narrowed and scanned the cross-dresser's body. The wry smile on her face faded. The look he gave her made her feel uncomfortable and quite frightened, but she tried to hide them behind her wavering, innocent-looking ball-like eyes. She could not help but to think that he might be up for something mischievous. Could he be someone just in disguise, sent by someone from one of the dark guilds to spy on her and later on kill her? Or did she do such a big mishap that he had desires to end her life? Could he really be as murderous as his stares? Even if fright was starting to eat her, Tsuna opt to make a response even if it was not a verbal one. He did say he was not interested in her past, and to answer him would require her to tell a part of it. Hence, as he took a sip from his soda can, the girl pretending to be Daiki Kushinada tugged the edges of her lips to form another crooked smile, taking time for Vento's menacing stare to pierce through her innocent one, before pulling her gaze back to the cats. Then silence. Not a word can be heard from the cross-dresser for a few seconds while throwing the last bits of the sandwich to the ground to feed the meowing felines. "Whoever is that person who influenced you to think like you do right now must be commendable," she said. "I do not have any idea why you think that was the case. I just hope though that... that person told you that it wasn't nice to look at people as if you're going to kill them. Sooner or later it can get you into a lot of trouble." The girl tried to steer the conversation away from his question. Edited by Mariko, May 19 2016, 02:13 PM.
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| heiner777 | May 20 2016, 02:34 AM Post #15 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Vento grunted, wholly understanding what Daiki was trying to do when he directed the conversation into another topic. “It is that deep, eh? In that case, there is really nothing I can do about it,” he said just as Mens Nexus finished a complete analysis of the young man’s magic circuits, yet for the result to once more come up as ‘blank’ despite the presence of an active system. It was strange to say the least since it was the first time he had encountered such a phenomenon in his line of work, furthering his already piqued curiosity into a strong desire to decipher the truth behind the elusive ‘Blank Magic’ which Daiki was giving to him. He had done all he could with Mens Nexus at that level; at that point, he can only bet on seeing the other’s magecraft for himself should he be fortunate enough to do so. Daiki’s remark on his eyes caused the scholar to grunt in chagrin. “Everyone thinks that way; I cannot help it though, I have horrible eyesight so I need to squint really hard if I want to look at the person I am speaking to properly. Heck, I am literally just one degree away from being legally blind,” he explained almost bitterly. “I do not blame them though; it is part of human nature to judge based on appearances. People are easily fooled by gaudy performances and sugar-coated lies, but when you present them with an ugly truth, they will always try to dismiss it as a lie – that is just the way people are. Thus, I am no stranger to trouble or new to the reality of getting accosted and beaten up because of the way I look.” A laugh pierced the solemn atmosphere between the two men, although for one of them, it was more like a howl in contempt for the irony that was his life; a living paradox in the best and worst possible way. He would explain it to a much greater detail had he not stopped himself from reminiscing more about a past he wanted to forget for the fact that it only served to drive the point of his worthless existence deeper into his psyche. Without his goal, he was nothing – surpassing Zephyrus was the only thing that mattered to him at that point in time; everything else was immaterial. Once more he turned his gaze back at towards the young man beside him and the painted expression of melancholy on his face. Vento hissed; for a man, he was unbearably emotional, even for someone by Vento’s standards who, by far, was just as mechanical as Zephyrus at that point in time. This prompted the scholar to inquire as to the one thing that made sense at that point in time – the only thing that he was able to connect based on his own understanding of the matter at hand. “Daiki, by any chance are you gay or perhaps just hopelessly effeminate?” he said. "I mean you are just too emotional for a man; it is, like, you are just trying to act tough when what you really want to do is to just break down and cry. Not to pry or anything; just curious is all." The words came out of his mouth in a matter-of-fact tone, as blunt and as invasive as a scientific inquiry was. It was quite reasonable as to how Vento managed to come to that conclusion; apart from Daiki’s subtly feminine mannerisms, the voice he used was slightly out of pitch compared to a normal man – the tonal variation was just that far off. Moreover, in the small time he knew him, he had displayed such degrees of sentimentality that would rival the protagonist of a boys-love manga. Either way, Vento wanted to know, not out of necessity, but purely out of curiosity as he awaited for Daiki's reply like a child patiently waiting for an answer. |
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| Mariko | May 20 2016, 06:58 AM Post #16 |
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Tsuna felt bad for Vento knowing that he had a terrible eyesight, but in the same time she thought he was 'brave' enough to wander around even to the point of exploring an unknown ruins, which required sharp eyes to detect any danger, among other things, even with such a handicap. Or maybe he was just forced to do so because of his work and there was nothing he could do about it but to follow, but it would still take a lot for someone to explore an area with the eyesight like his. Quietly and in secret the woman commended him. In the same time, guilt festered in her chest for saying a tactless advice, unconsciously biting her lower lip and prompted her lowered her head. "I apologize," she softly said but she would not doubt it if the young man failed to hear it because his laughter simply devoured her voice. This same laughter scared the cats on Tsuna's feet, causing them to scampered away leaving morsels of bread on the ground. She watched bitterly as the furry felines ran without turning back. Out of the blue, the scholar made a straightforward inquiry only a few would dare to ask another person: “Daiki, by any chance are you gay or perhaps just hopelessly effeminate?” Quickly her head turned at the researcher. Whoa? What could have made this guy think she was too emotional? Tsuna retraced what she did from the time they met in front of the God-forsaken inn up to minutes earlier when she told him not to look at people like he was about to kill them, and she could not think of anything that would make it seem she was emotional, perhaps save for those few minutes with the cats, and when the old lady derided her upon hearing she was a Kushinada. Were her facial expressions showing too much especially during the times she was in deep thoughts with herself? It was quite alarming since it might lead Vento to uncover who she really was too soon and it was just because 'he was curious'. Asking her if she was gay could be a start. Tsuna should try harder when around him then. "No I am not gay," Tsuna answered, though she was not sure if it was convincing enough. She had no idea how a 'proper man' would react when faced with such a question. "Seriously I'm not gay." No one could tell the answer was a lie, as it was not a lie. But then a question arose in her head: did she have to completely and absolutely forget being a girl just so she could keep up with this 'show'? She was setting aside her own desires, beliefs and reactions, trying to resemble her choices with what her brother would have done in her position. Tsuna's mind started enumerating the situations where she could have done something else if she was just acting herself, and it started when the inn keeper demanded 1000 Jewels to which she would scream, yell and intimidate her in reply, and when the hag threw a rock at her she would have roared and dragged her to the ground, but she didn't. And now a nosy teenager was asking for a confirmation on her sexuality. Did she have to change it, too? Boy, putting this masquerade on was starting to become a pain. "If it seems like I am about to cry, just assume that it's because I lost someone recently, and most of the things around seem to remind me of...that person," this was partly true, "Do you have issues with people showing emotions? I don't think there's anything bad with it, and well, I don't think it has anything to do with masculinity. Or would you be uncomfortable or be inconvenienced if I, indeed, were gay?" ---- ooc: sorry for the delay. also, i am not sure if my response gives justice to yours, hence i apologize. please give me another chance in my next post. i also apologize if it seems that my posts since the start don't match that well against yours, or something, unlike how we did before. mine just looks horrible and i feel bad about it. i'm really sorry, i'll do harder next time. Edited by Mariko, May 20 2016, 10:11 AM.
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| heiner777 | May 21 2016, 12:56 AM Post #17 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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((Hey, just chill, Mariko; this is what this arc is for, to get a grip on how to play our characters right. Do not feel so bad about anything, okay? Feel free to try things out and find the style that works best for you for playing Tsuna. Seriously, let us just have fun. (-^_^-) Also, sorry for the late reply; I was supposed to post yesterday, but I accidentally deleted my post and got too pissed to rewrite it again. My bad. ( =P= )v )) Vento shook his head slowly and attempted to clarify his purpose for asking about Daiki’s gender-preference. It was hardly about being comfortable with the notion that Daiki might be a closet homosexual at all since the scholar was not such a shallow individual as to let something as trivial as gender affect his outlook on people. Rather, his assessment on their uses towards the completion of his own schemes came several heads above any other kind of evaluation. Still, when it came to people he was interested in, Vento personally liked to shatter whatever barriers that stood between them first so as to facilitate a dynamic cooperative relationship later on. “No, nothing like that; it is just that studies have shown that social interactions work best if the participants are as honest and as candid as they can be. That is why I was asking if you were homosexual since I did not want something like that to jeopardize the process and prevent it from achieving maximal results,” Vento explained. “That and I also wanted to know if the way you express yourself so effeminately had something to do with it. However, since you put it that way, I guess it all makes sense… probably.” The explanation itself was not complete in and of itself, however; truth be told, Vento had already noted several other peculiar characteristics about Daiki which added a stronger basis for his assumption. For one thing, in the instance where Vento caught Daiki’s index and middle fingers, he felt the uncharacteristically smooth and slim digits which suited a woman’s hands more than a male’s. Second, when Daiki extended his hand to take the plastic bag filled with food earlier, Vento noticed that his ring finger and pointer finger were nearly identical in height – a trait common to those with high levels of estrogen. Lastly, in the way Daiki gazed at him when he took the plastic bag; normal men would have given a sign of sincere thanks whereas Daiki, on the other hand, seemed too engrossed in taking note of Vento’s features that with a deer-in-headlights expression that seemed to indicate that he enjoyed gazing at him so intently. Regardless of how it truly was, however, the scholar just left it at that since carelessly prying into another’s personal life would prove to be more detrimental than it would be. People, unfortunately, were not like experiments where an aggressive and systematic pursuit of answers would yield relatively consistent results; one man’s boon was another man’s bane, and there was no clear-cut, one-size-fits-all method to understand the inner workings and processes of one person from another. It was one of the reasons why Vento disliked social interaction beyond the necessary amount in furtherance of his own plans since it meant the expenditure of more effort than what was usually required in experimentation. With his question somewhat addressed, Vento took another swig of his orange soda and turned his direction towards the hospital. “Emotions are like a disease which clouds the mind and interferes in logic and judgment; it has killed more people in the entire world than any other kind of sickness. Violence and bloodshed; deceit and debauchery, all in the name of ‘desire’, ‘love’, ‘justice’, ‘happiness’ – all things one can do without, or at least, regulated.” He sighed. “Of course there are those who disagree; other people have told me that a world without emotion is a world not worth living. However, what does that make our world – a world ruled by emotions? Fights start for the flimsiest of reasons, people kill others for their own selfishness, and even now, we are at the brink of war with the Boscans because of peoples' sentiments running high. People live and people die; that is all there is to it.” The words Vento chose to speak at that point was no less than his own take on everything he had experienced as well as everything he had learned from books. Indeed, emotions were something that can be painted as whatever its artist chooses it to be for it is nothing but a way to justify actions which are otherwise base and vile and glorify those which are right and just. The way those three members of Blue Pegasus seemed to revere Vento was proof of his point – anything can be spun if one were to play on another’s emotions. “Honestly, nothing would make me happier if that hospital right there – or any hospital for that matter – can cure the virulent disease called ‘emotion’. They are nothing but useless electrical impulses generated by the brain – neural synapses and nothing more. No higher power, no magical reason or whatever ‘power of love’ there is; none.” Edited by heiner777, May 21 2016, 01:22 AM.
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| Mariko | May 21 2016, 02:43 AM Post #18 |
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She had noticed his mechanical actions and his impersonal approach as he tried to converse with her as if the one he was engaging in this conversation was a rock. Sometimes it was amusing to hear. Sometimes it could be a pain to the ears while his tone and words dragged one into a thinking that everything he was saying was straight out from a book no one would like to read. But Tsuna tried to understand why, assuming that perhaps Vento deemed it to have an impersonal approach with everyone for a reason. It must be a grave one since he had been sticking on it for quite some time and despite it that they were the only souls in that huge open area. However, one idea that he had stuck the pretender as it was quite....trivial, for lack of word. Emotions? Disease? Tsuna curled her brows as a frown plastered on her lips, evident it was on her visage her disagreement to the scholar's insights but refused to let a word escape her lips until he finished his piece. Like colors on different ends of a spectrum their opinions about the field vary, but if ever the girl would share hers it was not to persuade the other to change his heart but rather to simply have hers heard. Besides, there was nothing much to do while waiting idly for the three Blue Pegasus members and the inn keeper. "I see," she calmly said with her forced masculine tone while crumpling the foil that once covered the submarine sandwich with one hand, the left over lettice, tomatoes and onions wrapped inside. "You must have had a lonely childhood which explains why you look at the world in monochrome and prefer it to be in monochrome," she thought. Tsuna used colors to refer to emotions, and the lack of such and the desire to wipe away of such as exhibited by the man from Neo Cortex would render the world only in the hues of letters in a paper: black and white. Once the foil has formed into a ball, the girl shifted her glance to a garbage bin six meters away from her position. Her fingers played with the balled wrapper, making it rotate in her hand feeling its weight before she threw it across. The silver ball glistened in midair, and landed inside the bin. A faint smile replaced the bitter frown she earned from Vento's sentiments, happy that she had not yet lost her keen eye. "I get your point. Yes, emotions can be destructive, obstructive, useless and bothersome. I may not be as intelligent and rational as you, my words might not be of any weight as it can be not based on any textbook but by mere experience, however, given a chance to share my opinion about it, I'd like to see it like fire. Fire can be dangerous and bear no good to its handler, but if taken and used with caution and care, it can be pretty useful." She turned once more to Vento but without any signs of animosity against the man and his ideals, unlike other people who would take his insights negatively and attack him for his beliefs barbariously. "How? Maybe in various ways. Emotions work like fuel to the mind and body. The mind has its limitations. The mind can get tired. The body can be pained and strained. But it is emotions that make the most worn out person thrive, push forward and exceed what his mind and body could do. The ability to love as to have an assurance that there is a home you could go to that does not care if you show your ugliest points and cherish each embrace as if it was the last, to live your life with that person to the fullest. Compassion, so as to make sure no one will walk the same damned path you have once walked because you knew it only would cause another person grief...to understand what another is going through and to extend a hand to be of comfort. The ability to feel pain so as not to expose ourselves to an attack, and to endure to make one stronger than he was before. All of these and more are what makes us different from animals or, let's say, rocks. " This she knew true. Her brother's love and sacrifice made her alive. Compassion from people around her helped her exist up to this point. What forced her to continue living when there was nothing else left for her was the sensations festering inside her heart. True that some of them, such as pain, loneliness and loss, almost killed her every night, wanting and desiring to end her own too many times but in case of its absence she would have drowned together with the memories earlier. Maybe Vento would not have met her. "Emotions could have started the war, yes, but so is intellect and rationality, the conflicting ideologies and to test out which is true or better or for only one truth to prevail they fight. But I do not mean that emotion should prevail over reason, or vice versa. I think it would be a better world if the two exist in perfect harmony, but then again there is no such thing as perfection." She let out a chuckle afterwards, a ray of light beaming at her making her own immaculate skin glow, "wasn't being happy for the hospital to get rid of the disease called emotion, an emotion as well?" Not long after the question was hurled at him, the three men could be seen walking out of the north entrance of the hospital with the old lady, but they were slow in their steps. It might take a while before they would reach the duo's location. Edited by Mariko, May 21 2016, 03:57 AM.
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| heiner777 | May 21 2016, 09:50 PM Post #19 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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There was not much to say beyond the fact that the two of them were on completely different pages on the matter of ‘humanity’ and their need for those sensations which make them human. One held the belief that humankind was better off by discarding such petty things in favor of logic and reason whereas the other posited the argument that human beings should be allowed to retain them since it is the very thing that drives them to achieve – the so-called ‘fire’ that keeps the locomotive that was a human being charging along the tracks throughout the night. Vento found the notion funny; a naïve way to look at things since he could make as many arguments as possible with such a point. He felt bad for Daiki, however, and spared him a comeback since doing so might jeopardize any chance of him agreeing to assist him in exploring the ruins. However, thought and examination were things that make Vento the way he was; to deny him of that would be to invalidate his existence as a whole. As such, that he refrained from positing a counterargument did not stop him from critiquing the young man’s statements for himself since he felt almost obligated to himself to do so out of force of habit. It had been said that emotions were the ‘fire’ that keeps people going, as Daiki had offered up for scrutiny; it inspired them to reach new heights, allowed them to love and care for one another despite being complete strangers, and to power through difficult situations while remaining optimistic of the future out of the belief that it would one day get better. He even went so far as to point out the dichotomy of emotion as a ‘fire that can warm but at the same time burn, depending on who used it’. The problem, however, was that humankind are simple and immature creatures of unalloyed self-interest; beings of base desire who seek out the fulfillment of their own purposes above and before anything else. For countless generations they wielded their flame to burn more times than the opposite, and even with that track record, Daiki still vouched for the capacity for ‘good’. He must have lived a sheltered life, unexposed to the reality that human beings are destructively irresponsible, Vento thought to himself since such a youthful notion stood parallel with the plain and simple evidence of mankind’s folly. He would have wanted to ask under what circumstances Daiki had lost someone since he figured that should he know the reason, he might further buttress his argument depending on what he would say. However, something so shallow was beneath his sophisticated method; he would never use such underhanded and surreptitious means just to win since, if he wanted to, he can just deconstruct the other man’s argument in one fell swoop without resorting to such underhanded methods. The scholar smirked when Daiki pointed out the inconsistency of his last remark from his own opinion of the matter. “Yes, that is right; it is an emotion – happiness at the thought of someday not being able to feel ‘happy’ anymore. That is because I would rather continue living out my simple and lackluster existence than to experience happiness only for it to be taken away from me by circumstances I cannot control. You should know this better than me, though; nothing hurts more than losing something you care about.” With that statement, Vento paused for a while to allow the implications of his words to sink in. Once he finished his can of orange soda just in time for the Blue Pegasus members’ and the innkeeper’s return, he stood up and continued where he left off. “As for me, since I do not care for anyone or anything, I am not saddened by anyone or anything. I am human only in genus; everything else has already been replaced by machine-like efficiency since the day I was born. It may be a dull existence, but it is not one not that is filled with useless sentimentality. Thus, with that, I am free from the shackles of humanity that keep me from surpassing the man who raised me into what I am.” As soon as the four other people came within visual range, Vento reverted back to his usual amicable and magnanimous façade to greet their arrival with as good as smile as any. He was pleased with the result of his interaction with Daiki; now it was time to deal with the others who were just there for the ride. Hopefully things turned out well, but should there be the contrary, Mens Nexus was at the ready. Edited by heiner777, May 21 2016, 10:18 PM.
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| Mariko | May 22 2016, 01:30 AM Post #20 |
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Phck.
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" --- You should know this better than me, though; nothing hurts more than losing something you care about.” "It hurts, yes, but he wouldn't sacrifice his life if he knew beforehand I wouldn't be in a better position later on. It was supposed to be me on that muddy ground, lifeless, but he jumped into the fray for me. He wouldn't do that if he knew it was a bad idea or it would be on my disadvantage later on," Tsuna butted in, speaking with certainty that things would get better...that this emptiness and sadness brought about by the death of the person closest to her was just a phase. These thoughts were spoken not out of thinking the eldest would say those words, but because it was what Tsuna believed. She did not regret saying those words, even if as human it could not be denied that prior this meeting there were a lot of times she had doubted this belief, especially during the first two weeks of her grieving. It also said a lot how much she trusted her brother and his actions despite not really knowing what or when this 'better position' would be. The girl lifted the soda can and touched her lips on the opening, drinking what was left of her own soda. She did not need to say anything more. The discussion was not about who was right or wrong, and hence there was no need to point out the absurdity in Vento's beliefs. If anything, their opposing views and their zealousness to these had only gotten clearer than the day, and none of them could persuade the other to leave his argument at that moment. She might not agree with him but she would not let herself do anything whimsical to make him supress his voice. He was entitled to his beliefs the same way she was entitled to hers, no matter if the arguments were strong or with basis. There must be reasons why he saw humanity in that light, the same way as Tsuna had her own experiences and reasons why she believed what she believed in. Everything was always for a reason anyway. The said reason somehow surfaced. Tsuna grimaced under her thick hood while her lips being hindered by the soda can. "Yep, he had a lonely childhood." The cross-dresser felt heaviness in her heart to the point it almost tore up into two upon hearing that Vento saw himself as nothing but a mechanical being. He did not care for anything or anyone, and because of that he thought that he was a free man, but all the girl could only see was an incomplete person bound and imprisoned to an unfathomable emptiness --- emptiness that had beaten hers; emptiness that was so deep he himself was not aware of it. Once she had drank her share, Tsuna swung her arms and let go of the can. As expected, she did not miss the bin. She rose from her seat, took the plastic bag and tried to shake the weariness off her system. "You're weird in a beautiful way," she said to Vento as she gazed at the four who were to arrive, "but if it is worth saying, I don't see you as a tool, Vento." Tsuna placed her empty hand inside her pocket and walked towards the four. She was not saying any word but her facial expression said a lot: she wanted to know what happened inside and what the doctors said. "She's okay," the bald man said, "not a bruise or a broken rib. She did not even need any medications." "But we better get going. Since you aren't going to pay for anything, it won't hurt if you two will lead the old lady home." The blond guy and his comrades waved goodbye and left. In no time they were out of sight. They were quite fast considering their bulky physical attributes. The old lady quietly took steps. Tsuna followed, making sure she was just behind her. Not long after they left the hospital, the inn keeper swiftly turned to face the two teenagers, a magical weapon that resembled to a single-shot pistol was drawn and aimed at Vento while her expression clearly showed she was seething in anger. None of the men from Blue Pegasus or Tsuna or Vento knew that this woman stealthily acquired possession of the pistol from one of the men from Blue Pegasus while they were inside the hospital. The woman without second thoughts pulled the trigger, a red magical bullet emitting out of its nozzle as she shrieked as if deranged. "I still can't forgive you for humiliating me!" Tsuna's fears soared high. It was reminiscent of that night she lost her brother, and she feared someone will fall once again in her presence. That would be too much if it happened...not the person she just met and was just dragged into her pitiable circumstance. Unconsciously she found herself in front of the researcher as if taking the bullet for him, but a dark purplish sheet was in front of the girl receiving the bullet, which showed up right before the bullet was to hit her. As it hit the sheet the bullet suddenly disappeared, as if it did not exist in the first place. Tsuna herself was surprised of what she had seen. Could it be...what her magic was? Edited by Mariko, May 22 2016, 02:53 AM.
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