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| [Private] Der Wille Zur Macht; "Power is everything..." | |
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| heiner777 | Jun 20 2016, 09:28 AM Post #1 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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A prodigious scholar of the past once said that a human being seeks above all else to discharge its strength; life itself is will to power – nothing else mattered. ‘Power is everything,’ said the author in his books, ‘power is the only relevant thing in this world; and the most powerful thing in this world was knowledge’. Vento had been guided by that passage his entire life; molded by it; nurtured by it; he knew nothing else worth learning than that one simple truth – power was everything; knowledge was power; and therefore, knowledge was everything. The teenage field researcher was a living example of such teachings given form in the body of a hauntingly beautiful red-eyed, raven-haired youth with an androgynous appeal that stuck both men and women. He walked through the sunlit landscape of the forest at dawn like he owned it, his previous days of experience already accustomating the scholar to the proper path towards the Genie’s Lamp. Much like before, the pathways were filled with human and humanoid refuse trying their luck in attaining the secrets of the cave, each desperate enough to have their wish fulfilled not knowing of the depths one must undertake in order to have it granted. He mentally scoffed at their efforts, knowing them to be ultimately fruitless. Tearing himself away from observing the futile efforts of the masses, Vento walked over to a nearby stall and bought himself some food – a ham and egg sandwich and a can of Poinsettia’s famous butterbeer. The kiosk owner swiftly went to work, the two forming a platonic relationship over the past few days since Vento frequented his stall for its impeccable sandwiches and ice-cold beverages at dirt-cheap prices. The owner, on the other hand, relished the opportunity to brag about being the only stall the ‘Master of the Genie’s Lamp’ visited during his many sojourns back into the cave to dig out more of its secrets. It was a profitable relationship that benefited them both since Vento had a discount on all the shop’s wares while the owner had a promoter to advertise his stall. Fifteen minutes passed before the young scholar managed to acquire his order fresh from the skillet – a mouthwatering synthesis of sweet ham slices topped off with sweetened egg and drenched in the cook’s special sauce. To add butterbeer to that already heavenly concoction only served to further spoil the young man’s taste buds, much to his delight. He deserved this treatment after everything he had been through. With a curt nod before once again advertising that the ‘Master of the Genie’s Lamp’ bought some more of his food, Vento left the proprietor to tend to his growing line of customers after taking him on. He never did like the attention nor did he revel in his newfound fame; a mere hindrance to his earnest efforts to solve the puzzles that the ruins had jealously guarded for centuries, unperturbed until that fateful night. He smiled to himself and took a spot near the entrance of the cave-mouth, unpacked his breakfast, and began to eat intending to finish his meal before proceeding into the ruins. Edited by heiner777, Jun 20 2016, 09:31 AM.
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| Newb23 | Jun 20 2016, 10:04 PM Post #2 |
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Dash wandered the forest. He'd been here for a couple hours, having gotten lost in his search for a flower that he had the urge to suddenly find for no particular reason. "Well excuse me Lisa but I saw it in a book and it looked pretty and I want it. No Arnold I do not think this was a terrible idea just an incredibly bad one." Changing directions Dash began to head slightly deeper into the forest when a scent caught his nose. The smell of succulent meat entered his nostrils and all of a sudden his search changed from the flower to the source of the smell. "Must be close for me to be able to smell it. Or I have an incredible nose...I realize I'm not part dog. Wait do people like that exist? Of course, you guys don't know. You never know." Moving forward through the trees Dash had no idea where he was going but allowed his nose to lead him. He took care to avoid the animals that he saw in his path, wolves, bears, and he could have sworn it was a moose but it was much too large. Bypassing all the wild animals he could he realized his assumption was right as he suddenly came upon what he could only describe as a market. He heard people refer to it as Genie's Lamp which only confused him. "I don't think anybody here sells lamps. At least not anybody I can see....what? No that doesn't make any sense. Don't think this place grants wishes." Still following the scent he finally came upon the source but was appalled at how long the line was for the stall. Sighing slightly Dash glanced around when he spied a one-armed person walking away with some food and drink. "Noooo I am not planning on stealing his food, Travis. I realize that's not nice. You don't know me! Oh right. Shared thoughts kinda. Well...fuck you I do what I want." Carefully following the person, taking care to try to blend in with the others until the one-armed character ended up at the mouth of a cave. "Oooh a cave of mystery," Dash stated as he crouched down into some bushes and planned his next move. His next move came without too much thought as he sprung from the bushes and rushed forward towards the character. Grabbing the item that he had stored in the bow of ribbon that hung on his side he pointed it at the man. Dash's face fell when he realized that he was holding onto Viola, his violin. He had forgotten that he had brought her out so that he could entertain himself with music while on his search for the flower. "Uhh you there give me your food or I'll play you a song. I'm not very good and it'll hurt your ears," Dash said, not so threateningly as he didn't really think this was going to work. "Wait a minute...are you a man or woman? I mean either way you're pretty as hell but I can't quite tell. This is the second time I've had this problem. Might need to study anatomy or something," Dash said, lowering his violin and scratching his chin. "Also what happened to your arm?" He asked, his curiosity about the person in front of him making him forget all about the food he was trying to take. "Must be hard to you know," Dash remarked as he performed a rather obscene gesture of moving his fist up and down in the air. "Unless that wasn't your dominate hand. Though guess you could still do a bit of stranger danger even if it was." |
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| heiner777 | Jun 21 2016, 11:34 AM Post #3 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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In life, a person is taught that one had to be able to adapt to the situation in order to survive and become a productive member in society. It was a good lesson to teach to children since it allowed them to have a clue as to what they have to become in order to get a job, earn money, and basically live a normal life. Even so, in every well-laid plan, there was always than single possibility that nobody expects to happen that has the capability of utterly ruining the whole. Thankfully, as the ‘possibility’ presented himself before him in the most unexpected way, Vento had yet to find the need to draw upon his inner troubleshooter to deal with the situation. He wore an olive-green long-sleeved shirt that had seen the wrong side of a bar fight five times too many with four leather straps that stuck out like a sore thumb for a shirt of that design, and not to mention the numerous patch-ups and stitches that made the article a tailor’s nightmare to refurbish. The lower part of his body was ripped straight out of a cosplayer’s closet, with the white belt, blue pants, and brown boots ensemble clashing so fiercely with the entire color scheme of the whole outfit that Vento could swear that he was staring at an emo Christmas elf, or at least a particularly festive goth-fashion enthusiast. And he threatened him with a violin; or rather, had threatened him with a violin. Apart from the man’s colorful fashion statement, what particularly amused the scholar even more was the other’s penchant for getting sidetracked by his own thoughts. At first, he demanded that the teen hand over his food and drink to him, but then his focus suddenly shifted from telling him to give him his breakfast to inquiring about his sex at birth, then his disability, and finally how he manages to pleasure himself when the mood strikes him if he only had one hand to do it with – all the while Vento, albeit hurriedly, continued to consume his sandwich and drink while the man just about finished up with his statements. It took a while for the young scholar to chew the food he had haphazardly stuck into his mouth, his puffed cheeks making him look like a stone-faced, ivory-skinned chipmunk gorging on acorns; but eventually he managed to tear the last portion of meat in his incisors and wash it all down with his ice-cold butterbeer drink. Delight escaped his lips in the form of a satisfied sigh before he, with a grunt, finally addressed the presence of the interloper with the candor of a satisfied cat despite not ever leaving his natural impassiveness even though he knew that the next few tidbits he would say would make even his straight-laced colleagues raise an eyebrow at the very least. “My arm,” started Vento with a lightly amicable tone, “was ripped to shreds by ghosts; those damn buggers. You would think they would just scare you to death and leave you after being satisfied when you urinate yourself with fear, but I guess I was just unfortunate that the ones I encountered had too many spirits to drink.” He let out a sigh, turning to glance at the empty flap of cloth where his right arm used to be before continuing. “True, it makes it hard to gratify myself if the rare instance that the desire comes to pass, but should that happen I can just call on my assistant’s mouth for self-gratification… once I figure out where she is.” He continued, pulling himself up and dusting himself off. “As for my birth-sex, do not worry about it – it makes people’s lives easier that way. I have been called ‘jerk’, ‘bitch’, and ‘faggot’ by some, but if you need a designation though, like them, feel free to call me whatever you wish. It still does not change the fact that I will be leaving and this will be the last time we will talk to each other, so yeah, nice meeting you – whoever you are,” bid the scholar, but not before offering a useful tip to the would-be brigand who wanted to strip him of his food. “One last thing; if you ever want to coerce someone with force, I hear that using an actual weapon usually does the trick. No need to believe me though, just a friendly suggestion – use it at your leisure.” With pleasantries over and done with, Vento heaved up his small note-taker’s bag and proceeded to walk to the mouth entrance of the Genie’s Lamp to start another day’s sojourn into the relics of the past. He did not know why the stranger approached him the way he did instead of simply just buying some food from the food stalls scattered around the pathways leading to the cave, but he figured that the man simply did not want to hassle himself with trudging through waves of bodies or even use a few Jewels to score a morning meal. Well, whatever. None of my business. |
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| Newb23 | Jun 22 2016, 06:46 AM Post #4 |
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Dash’s eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the man’s arm being torn apart by ghosts. “Ghosts you say? Wait...they like to make people piss themselves? What an odd fetish for ghosts to have. So why did they take your arm? Hmm? Oh, you might be right childre- no I will not mention you all by name! Anyways maybe they did take the arm to slap some folks and scare them real bad.” He swiped his right hand through the air in a slapping motion to illustrate his point. “Take that living human. The disembodied arm of doom!” Glancing at the man that sat in front of him Dash gave his usual wide smile, showcasing most of his filed down teeth. “Oh, an assistant you say? How perverse of you sir...er madam. What? What!? Oh sorry couldn’t hear you over the goddamn children complaining about me not addressing them by name, but yes I think you might be right Arnold. I’m leaning more towards male as well but still can’t be certain. Lisa, I will not commence a pat check. That got me in trouble last time and I do not wish to repeat that mistake.” Leaning back Dash stared at the sky for a moment before quickly leaning forward and bringing his face closer to the strangers. “So you lost your assistant. Might you think she’s in the cave? Is that why you are here?” Stepping back to allow the man to stand Dash continued grinning widely. He blinked for a moment when the stranger mentioned his something about his birth-sex, having forgotten that just moments ago he himself was talking about with the people in his head, as well as the names people have called him. “Now that would just be rude to insult you after we’ve been friends for so long. Haven't we? Pretty sure I’ve known this person for the longest time. No? Really? Huh? Well, then who am I thinking about? No one? Oh, that’s mean to bring that up, Viola. No, I know you’re just reminding me but still fairly rude.” Shaking his head at the voices in his head Dash continued speaking to the man, “I’ll call you something much nicer. Let’s see you’re a pretty face, seem rather smart, and you’re missing an arm...oh I know. The Gorgeous One-Armed Calculator….what do you mean I can’t just name him? I’m gonna do it anyways. Also, why will this be the last time we talk?” Gasping loudly, Dash covered his mouth with his hand. “Are we not friends anymore?” “Oooh yeah, an actual weapon would be good for threatening people. Oh wait do you think maybe a thimble would work too?” Dash asked before the man started walking away. Turning on his heels he began to follow the stranger into the cave. “Because I have a thimble. Also a feather duster. Could tickle people’s noses and make them sneeze. Nobody likes to sneeze. Might be a good way to get things,” Dash stated, very interested in what his new friend thought about the idea. |
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| heiner777 | Jun 24 2016, 12:41 PM Post #5 |
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The interior of the Genie’s Lamp was every bit the murky cave it presented itself to be from the outside, and even more so further in when the light from the cave-mouth began to dim. The only things that allowed it a semblance of ancient architecture were the clean-cut pillars, ceilings, and awnings that made it more like a half-finished subway station than an actual cave. With how the materials stood the test of time, one would not think of the place as a centuries-old ruin and was an incontestable testament to the skill of the masons and architects of the ancient structure. Vento doubted that the man who followed him inside would appreciate the history every cut and corner and would probably look at the scenery like the rest of the uneducated spelunkers – a decrepit vault filled with treasure. In fact, maybe less so since he was more preoccupied with his own little world than the one they were traversing in the near-dark. It was that trait of him that the scholar presumably would not allow him to notice that with a simple series of raps on the smoothened stone in the vestibule they were now passing through after the grand hall, the floor beneath them shone in an ethereal green light and lit the way towards yet another area. As he continued to walk down the now-illuminated pathway, the young man could not help but pass the time by answering the strange man’s queries, if he still followed him. He did not bother to turn his head when he did though; the action was more for himself than for the benefit of his uncanny companion since he wanted to have something to preoccupy his mind in the ten-minute straight walk towards the second antechamber which marked the true entryway into the Genie’s Lamp ruins. The raven-haired youth began. “Yes, ghosts, like the ones you seem to be conversing with inside your head,” he declared in a straight-laced tone which made the statement more of an affirmation of fact than the sarcastic reply it was meant to be. “No, she is not here inside the cave. She is probably somewhere; no matter, she will turn up sooner or later when she gets hungry like a dog coming home at dinner time,” he immediately answered the next, not even bothering to snatch the opportunity to elucidate on his points since he was wholly uninterested in the affairs of a man whom he had no relation with whatsoever. He continued his tirade of terse replies devoid of any reaction, almost humorously so. “On the point of whether or not we are ‘friends’, no, we are not since I have no recollection of ever having one nor would I desire to make friends with a man who threatens others with a violin,” he explained dryly. “Lastly, whether or not you have a thimble or a feather duster as your weapons, it would be up to you on how you use them. Creativity works wonders, as they say; surely someone with as insanely creative a mind as you would work something out. Either that or just end up dead somewhere – whichever one comes first.” Done with his random act of civility, Vento’s puerile interest at passing the time were now supplanted by purely academic endeavor when they reached the portion of the Genie’s Lamp where the paths crisscrossed in a labyrinthine pattern as he quickly stopped and took a sharp turn to the right in an attempt to lose the stranger in his movements. He just walked in a brisk pace when he could have easily run since he did not want to start his archaeological work laced with sweat. He just hoped that his follower did not have keen eyes to keep up with his above-average movement speed lest the other be able to follow him. He was confident in that though, and by the time he had reached the main lobby into the Genie’s Lamp, Vento was confident that he had shaken off his companion. Once more at the entryway into the coveted path into the ruins inside, he was greeted by the rush of adventurers who flooded in from pathways other than the secret route he had discovered on his expedition with his redheaded assistant. Only the two of them could ever navigate through the snaking paths on their own, although he had doubts on Tsuna Kushinada’s ability to do so, despite his faith in her abilities. It was not like he trusted the woman with his life or anything, but when push came to shove, he was confident that the heiress could hold her own even without him. She may be reckless, but that could be fixed given enough time – a diamond in the rough, so to say. Vento wholly ignored the influx of new faces into the antechamber and simply proceeded to lay his work down to one-side and fixed his attention on some of the ancient writings on the wall. Crimson eyes examined their curvature and form, with every stroke a message from a dead civilization, as if only allowing those select few upon whom they would impart their knowledge thereto. He was going to decipher their meaning this day – he was sure of it. |
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| Newb23 | Jun 26 2016, 02:14 AM Post #6 |
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For once Dash didn’t have much to say at the moment. He was too distracted by the fact that the cave didn’t seem to have been naturally formed, or maybe it had and people had come in and made it larger and deeper. Dash took in the scenery of the pillars, ceiling, and awnings. He had seen a few ancient structures in his lifetime but this one was by far the most impressive. His face lit up in joy, even more, when the floor lit up in the ethereal green light. Still following the stranger, Dash tried to take in as much of the scenery as possible without losing track of his new friend. He did not want to get lost in here. “Ghosts seem like nasty business…Do you guys count as ghosts? Huh? Not sure? We should figure that out at some point.” Glancing in the direction of the person he traveled with Dash blinked in confusion. “Your assistant is a dog? How does she help with….oh...OH...you need new hobbies,” Dash wrinkled his nose in disgust when he remembered the man’s earlier mention of his assistant. “Threaten is such a strong word. I’d say I merely...hmm…Gene help me out. Oh, good one. I merely tried to gently coerce you to hand over your meal with the idea of unpleasant song good sir. Thanks, Gene.” Again his view drifted slightly from his travel companion to the paths up ahead. “Well, that looks confusing.” Focusing back on his new friend, in order to avoid losing him in what was surely gonna be a confusing maze of paths Dash chuckled a little at the mention of him dying as if it were some sort of joke. He barely noticed when the stranger took a sharp turn. Nearly falling over just to keep up with the other's sudden movements Dash found himself speeding up to nearly a run just to keep up with the man’s brisk walk. He, fortunately, was at least able to keep the man in his sights in order to follow his route. Once they had finally entered the antechamber Dash took a moment to catch his breath, slightly out of it due to the sudden exercise. After finishing his task he took in the view of all the other adventures as well as the area they were within. “This is very much not just a cave. Hmm? No Viola I do not believe these fellows would all enjoy a song. Of course, you can’t ask them.” Wandering up to the area where his travel companion was, Dash waved and then looked at the area of the wall that his new friend was staring at. “Ooh ancient writings. Neat.” Edited by Newb23, Jun 26 2016, 02:18 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 27 2016, 02:22 AM Post #7 |
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The air inside the large antechamber was cool and damp, heavy with history and lost knowledge from a civilization long past. The sprawling ceiling that hovered above Vento seemed to be weightless – the one hundred meter unsupported span larger than even the atrium of most train stations in all of Fiore. It was a remarkable fusion of adept engineering and art, its dimensions seemingly impossible given the circumstances and location under which it was built. The researcher felt at home, the soothing dark that flowed over his form save for the lamplight he was using to aid his sight in the blackness of the Genie’s Lamp. He was, after all, the kind of person who prefers working in the dark. Vento’s eyes busied itself tracing the ancient runes which followed the curvature of the architecture upon which they were etched until they sloped outward to the columned walls and finally down onto the polished stone floor. He was enthralled by the patchwork messages the lines were giving him, cryptic messages from long-dead teachers who told him the true nature and purpose of each and every piece of rock used in the creation of the place that their ancestors would come to know as the Genie’s Lamp. However, his internal reverie when the faint echo of footfalls and tourist murmurs in an annoyingly familiar tone came from behind him. When the man from before emerged from the secret pathway, the scholar felt a week’s worth of headaches thump in his head knowing that his simple sojourn for knowledge was gradually turning into an unwelcome encounter with a fellow with whom he found to be most displeasing in mannerism and in thought. He spattered out gibberish left and right, all the while acting as crass and obstinate as if he had no concern of how people viewed him. Vento pitied the man who seemed to be more of an imbecile than Tsuna was – or he could just be insane, whichever one applied. Exasperation escaped his lips with a sigh, unable to fathom what purpose the man had in following him all the way down into his ‘workplace’ when he could just as easily made off with himself to the food stalls and finally satiate his hunger, if the prospect itself still remained in his priorities. In fact, nothing of what the man did made sense to Vento, other than misplaced curiosity over things he could not possibly have any knowledge of. In fact, he doubted that a scatterbrain would even begin to appreciate everything he would say if he tried to explain it; most people had not a modicum of academic interest in anything ancient save if it would net them a profit, the fools. Nevertheless, without much of a choice to brush him off since his intended work for the day did not involve an exploration of the inner areas where the traps abound by the billions, the field researcher simply attempted to shut out the man’s voice while he concentrated on his own work. He just hoped that he was not as difficult as he was chatty – heaven knows what could happen if he accidentally triggered a mechanism anywhere inside the atrium. |
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| Newb23 | Jun 28 2016, 06:00 PM Post #8 |
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Dash stared at the writing for a while but gave up. No way he would be able to translate anything like that. Instead, he focused on looking around the antechamber. Looking at the ceiling Dash was astonished at the fact that it did not just cave in. He saw no support structures or anything like that. An oddity that presented itself was the fact that Dash mostly stayed in one spot while he looked around. When he did move it even seemed he was being careful where he stepped, only stepping on areas that he saw others traverse over. “What a magnificent place. Much larger than the temples or ruins I’ve been to. So many people here. Oh? Ah yes, adventurers. That must be what they are,” Dash stated, taking a look around at all the other people that stood within the antechamber. “Well if there are so many adventurers then there must be some sort of treasure. No, you’re right we don’t need any treasure. Probably just lose it anyways.” “But that means if it’s got treasures it’s got traps. Yes quite right. Shouldn’t touch anything.” Blinking rapidly, Dash swung his arms above his head and brought his hands to the back of it. “No Tim I don’t think we are gonna die here! You don’t have to start crying now. No, no everything will be fine. Calm down now.” Throwing his arms back to his sides, Dash sighed obviously annoyed by the voice in his head and it’s hysterics. Throwing a look back at his new friend Dash smiled widely even though the stranger was busy studying and not paying attention to him. Carefully making his way back towards the stranger he had followed in, since he had moved a few feet away, taking steps he had already taken to ensure no accidental triggering of traps. “So why so interested in this place? I mean the writing for sure is interesting in itself. Who knows what kind of history you’ll discover in that,” Dash said shaking his head in agreement with himself. “But might you have some other reason for an interest in this cave?” |
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| heiner777 | Jun 29 2016, 05:07 PM Post #9 |
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“If you are implying that I have ulterior motives than preserving the heritage of those who have come before us, then no, I have no such intentions – my interest here is purely academic,” Vento quickly retorted, his voice visibly annoyed by the statement. “If you need any more proof of the veracity of my claim, the mere fact that I am not running around like a headless chicken unlike the other adventurers who are undoubtedly still streaming from every nook and cranny of the entryways might give you a clue that I am telling the truth.” There was no hint of deceit in the raven-haired researcher’s claim. In fact, even Vento’s associates acknowledged the fact that the teenager had a certain air around him and viewed the scholar as a bit of a puzzle wrapped in an enigma – a young man trapped in-between centuries with a work ethic and social etiquette that fared far beyond what his age portended. On the weekends he could be seen loafing around some park under the shade of a tree reading the fiction and romance novels he loved so much; other times he would be in his white long-sleeved polo shirt clambering through old libraries and archives in search of clues regarding the history of this artifact or the veracity of some theory of magic. Although a tough superior and strict disciplinarian when it came to those who worked under him, Vento was ultimately one who relished recreation despite there being no apparent difference between one or the other when it came to the scholar. The acquisition of knowledge was ‘fun’ and Vento relished that notion with reverential fanaticism that earned him a loose fraternal acceptance among his colleagues in Neo Cortex, even if by their own stringent standards the young man was deemed to be a ‘nerd’ even among ‘nerds’. Going back to the man this time around, Vento found it only fitting that he inquire as to what exactly motivated him to follow the researcher through parts unknown since there was no probable way that simple curiosity would go that far. His query on his interest in the cave already had the other man pegged as yet another plebe in the scholar’s eyes who enjoyed more material pursuits than intellectual ones, yet there must surely be more; more often than not, there always was. “Now that you know my reason for being here, I would like to inquire as to what brought you down here yourself; why follow me through the depths when you have nothing to gain by doing so?” asked Vento. “If you were hungry, you would have gone to the food stalls; if you were greedy, you would have asked me where to go to collect treasure or something; yet you did none of those, absolutely nothing. This makes things complicated or simple, depending on your answer.” The scholar heaved a sigh. “As you know, I am doing something here, so if you do not mind, I prefer if you state your reasons instead of beating around the bush so I can go on with my research in peace. I hate playing games when all it boils down to is asking for directions as to how to get to the end of the Genie’s Lamp. So out with it – why are you really here?” |
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| Newb23 | Jun 30 2016, 06:10 PM Post #10 |
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“Oh no no. I don’t believe you to have an ulterior motive. You seem the type not to be interested in treasure and the like, I mean given how when you entered here you set about studying this writing. Yes I do agree Gene he does seem more of the intellectual type rather than one interested in monetary gain,” Dash said as he too stared at the writings, almost as if he too were trying to study them but the look on his face belied the fact that he had no idea what they could remotely mean. Quickly turning his attention to the other adventurers who were indeed still streaming from almost every possible opening in the antechamber, Dash laughed a little. “I can very much see that. Does truly help your claim even though I never doubted it, to begin with. Tim, I promise I never doubted him. No no no no. Alright fine.” Turning his head back towards the stranger Dash stared at him with his dual-colored eyes. A large smile covered his face when his new travel friend asked him why he had followed him into the cave. “I was bored. Simply and truly bored. You seemed like an interesting enough fellow. So I decided to follow you into this cave of mysteries and boy did it not disappoint,” Dash said as he threw his hands out in front of him, spread wide almost as if wanting to hug the person in front of him. Instead, Dash pivoted on his heels and held his arms out in front of him, gesturing towards the writing. “I mean I’ve been to some places that have a good amount of history behind them but this. I mean look at this. So much you can learn from it if you have the time or attention span to do so. I may not look it but I too have an interest in history but as you can tell I have not the greatest attention span in the world.” Dash’s face fell, changing quickly to happy and delighted to heartbroken and a bit angry. “Though knowledge is only useful if you are able to hold onto it. A mind that can carry knowledge for a lifetime is a fearsome mind indeed but…” he said, trailing off at the last bit of his sentence as moved his attention to a single spot on the floor and stared at it for a while. “Anyways,” suddenly he sprung back to life, clapping his hands and the wide smile plastered back on his face. “That’s why I followed you. Boredom and I would rather follow a man who seeks knowledge about the cave than those who seek its shiny treasures. I mean treasure is a nice thing to entice some but I have no real need for such a thing.” |
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