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| Topic Started: Mar 7 2017, 06:07 PM (984 Views) | |
| 裁 Reya Starlyght | May 16 2017, 09:32 PM Post #41 |
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"Heh, probably," Lilith casually replied. Inwardly, her thoughts varied quite a bit. It was evident now that Beryl had at the very least a more crime-leaning thought process then most, although she did bring up an interesting point. The brown-haired girl predicted that any metal applied to the walls would simply break. Although she supposed that one might be able to very carefully apply a weapon in such a way that it would prove beneficial. She wondered for a moment what Beryl meant by 'alone'. Certainly, it could have just been a rambling of hers, or perhaps a misplaced word, but such things usually had at the very least a sliver of a meaning behind them. Perhaps she was a fugitive from somewhere, or a deserter from the war that was taking place at Fiore's doorstep. Unless she was casting a facade, however. Lies and partial truths always made things more complicated in that regard, even if Lilith was quite guilty of them herself. Still, as always, the blue-eyed girl was pulled back to her conversation, this time by Beryl asking a rather curious question. It was most definitely a reasonable one, considering that Mr. Haussuar had indeed employed mages, but it was also a question Lilith often had trouble answering. Certainly, it had something to do with the fact that she honestly didn't know the limits of her magic, but it also had to do with the fact that she wasn't all too good at explaining such things. Even though she had experienced a somewhat decent education up until age 11, after that it was spotty at best. This happened to be augmented in magical terms, even though she had grown up in a village of mages none had magic like the one she wielded. The brown-haired girl wasn't drawing a complete blank on the answer, obviously so, but the words that came out of her mouth soon thereafter were not the most scientific. "To be honest, I'm not very good at magic, but the type I use is pretty rare. It's a type of spatial manipulation, meaning I can move around objects and the like and also create constructs out of matter." Pausing for a moment, Lilith wondered what to say next, before decided that a question in retaliation would probably do fine. "How about you?" |
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| 司 Grond | Jun 10 2017, 01:29 AM Post #42 |
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Spatial manipulation, Lilith had mentioned. It did sound interesting, in the Seveni girl's opinion. Despite the brunette's somewhat wanting description of her magic, it seemed to be what Beryl regarded as a useful sort of magic, thanks to the fact that it seemed to be quite capable of performing a good deal of things, as opposed to her own magic, which sadly offered quite little in the way of versatility. The Earth mage had been half hoping that her latest acquaintance would care to elucidate, or give a demonstration, or something. But from what she could tell about Lilith, the young woman didn't appear to be the garrulous type, so expecting much information from her was unlikely. "Well, it does sound cool," Beryl intoned, trying to use her mind to fill in the figurative blanks Lilith had left in her description. And no, the Seveni girl wasn't trying to patronize her; in Beryl's opinion, any rare magic was sure to be cool, if not for anything, for the fact that there would be little knowledge available about the subject, and the allure of apprehending esoteric knowledge never lost its sparkle. Not to Beryl at least. Secondly, if Lilith, at such a relatively weak level, according to her own confession, could perform some degree of telekinesis, as well as psychogenesis, her magic would most definitely be a sight to see, if wielded by a master mage, with Beryl believing that Lilith would eventually attain that position, provided she was diligent in her magic training, and on a slightly more macabre level, provided she lived long enough. The world was presently full of risks and hazards, which were sure to cut short the lives of the unprepared.... Beryl's reverie was interrupted by her own question being leveled back at her. She made a comical face. "My magic? The only thing cool about it is probably its name," the Earth mage replied. "My magic is Geomancy, basic earth control, but don't think too highly of it; I can only make the simplest of shapes, or cause trauma to the earth, but I have to be in contact with the earth, else I'm simply wasting my time." The Seveni girl shrugged, something that was perhaps a self-consolatory gesture, as she thought of the time and effort she had put into the training of her magic, with the results being a lot less spectacular than she'd normally have expected. Maybe she was naturally not good with magic, but the Nine Lives mage was not interested in believing that. In any case, she would make no mention of the frustration of spending time and energy to improve something which seemed to have flatted out on some annoying plateau on Beryl's learning curve. "Well, whatever," Beryl said jauntily, throwing the feelings of frustration behind her. "The idea is to make the best of what we have, right? Because life is so short and doesn't quite often meet our expectations." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Jun 13 2017, 02:11 AM Post #43 |
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Lilith pondered for a moment was going through Beryl's head as she commented and then took a bit more time then what the brunette would have expected before answering. She supposed she had also taken some time, but the green-eyed mage was supposed to be just that, for she was in a guild after all. Perhaps such organizations weren't all about magical aptitude though, or at least the one based in Dandelion. She had never heard much about it before that day, after all. Beryl's eventual description, much like her own, was somewhat bareboned, although Lilith wondered what she meant by trauma. Certainly it made the potential destructive properties of the magic seem quite powerful, despite how the girl had phrased the rest of her statement. The blue-eyed mage was glad that she hadn't shown off previously though, as Beryl seemed somewhat disappointed in her own abilities. It would do no good to brag about possibilities, after all. The other girl seemed to shrug off her somewhat apparent disappoint after a moment though, stating something that in the brunette's opinion more people needed to realize. It was no good to mope around in life, after all. "Mhm, that's very true. No use to cry over spilled milk. You are in a guild though, so, I mean, that alone is pretty impressive. Not everyone can make a living off of magic," Lilith replied, trying to sound somewhat educated. Truthfully, that usually didn't go over finely, and, well, the result weren't much different than normal at that point. |
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| 司 Grond | Jun 13 2017, 03:36 AM Post #44 |
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Beryl smiled slightly at Lilith's latest comment. "Well, thanks for thinking so," she replied, looking at her practically empty glass. There was a part of her that wanted to rebuff the brunette's statement; in Beryl's opinion, there wasn't anything really amazing about being in a guild. There were many guilds all around Fiore, so someone could simply find anyone to join, even if their magic was practically useless. Yet, it was wise to be appreciative of the little good that came one's way. Beryl momentarily considered how her life would have been, if she probably didn't have magic. Due to the fact that she wasn't interested in dancing with the law officials, she would probably have to join a less savory group than the Knights of Fiore. Or who knew, life could present a whole different set of experiences. Well, enough of that. Just as it made no sense to cry over spilled milk, it was equally as foolish to wonder what life would have been, if one had had hens, instead of a cow. "At the risk of seeming undisciplined, I think I want more," the Seveni girl said, more to herself than anyone else, as she half-consciously gestured at her ice cream bowl."How about you, Lilith?" Of course, this question was directed, unlike the previous statement. The Seveni mage had a feeling that her blue-eyed acquaintance would be unwilling to have another dessert, especially if Beryl was still paying for it. But still, Beryl would rather ask. Lilith seemed a nice enough person anyway. After the waiter had been summoned, Beryl ordered ice cream again, this time strawberry. As the used ice cream bowls were cleared off the table, and the waiter left to return with whatever orders had been made, the Earth mage leaned forward and placed her hands on the table. "I hope I'm not coming off as intrusive," she said, "but what's your take on the Fiorean-Boscan war?" It was very likely that Lilith would be neutral, or Fiorean-biased, since the girl was most likely Fiorean. Yet, Beryl had once heard a proverb that went something like this: where there are two sides, look closely, there is most likely another path. The brunette could have a different perspective than the one Beryl had in her head. Just then the second rounds arrived. "On a side note, I can't say which I prefer more, the chocolate or the strawberry," the Seveni girl stated, after the first spoon of the second helping entered her mouth. "And back to our discussion...." she trailed off, waiting for Lilith's answer. |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Jun 16 2017, 02:34 PM Post #45 |
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"Thanks, but I think I'm alright," the brunette replied sincerely. The ice cream certainly had been delicious, but she was always a bit self-conscious about eating healthy. She had already experienced the pain of being starved, and such an ordeal had left a pretty defined mark on her demeanor, to never be wasteful was just one such example. That aside, she didn't want to be too indebted to Beryl, no matter how their meeting would end. It was simply impolite. Now the war.... the war was an entirely different story. While Lilith hadn't been involved in it directly, the impacts the wager against Bosco was evident throughout all of the country. It was those little things, a street too quiet or a shop underemployed, that truly hit home, for it was the deviation from normality. Human nature dictated to press on even in the most dire of circumstances and to rationalize the numbers of conflict, but such a fabric was torn apart when statistics become more then just that, when they closed in on an individual like a beast prepared to strike. Nevertheless, the blue-eyed mage did see the reasoning behind the bloody subject. Perhaps if she were to experience it for herself her views would change, but at that point the war seemed to be the right course of action. The northern country had been asking for one when they had attacked Fiore, and if the war was not for the pride of the nation then it was for the liberation of Bosco. They were under the rule of a power-hungry dictator, after all, and the people were suffering because of it. In her opinion, there was no reason to just sit around. As Beryl remarked on the flavor of her newly obtained dessert, the brown-haired girl's thoughts were broken for a moment as she responded with a smile. Not long after it fell again, however, as Lilith finally spoke her opinion. "I haven't seen the front lines, and as a guild mage I'd imagined you have, but I don't know, I feel as if it's Fiore's duty as a nation to free Bosco from the oppression it's facing. I've heard some pretty bad stuff about what's happening to the citizens there, and comparatively this country is night and day. There are certainly plenty of things wrong with the world, but I guess with their first attack that has really been brought to the forefront. That's why I want to become a better mage, actually, to help those who can't help themselves." |
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| 司 Grond | Jun 19 2017, 01:48 AM Post #46 |
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Beryl had guessed accurately; Lilith was apparently not interested in another helping of ice cream. The blonde mage smiled faintly, an almost unnoticeable gesture. Of course, having too much ice cream was... unhealthy, for some. Beryl for her own part, was sure the extra calories would be put to good use. Besides, it had been quite a while since she had treated herself, or maybe this was just an excuse to go on a spree of self-indulgence. On to more serious matters, the Seveni girl tilted her head a little to the left, as she listened to her companion's take on the bloody war. "I see..." she intoned pensively, pursing her lips for a moment, as her emerald eyes studied an indeterminate spot somewhere in the ceramic container filled with cold, brown dessert. Then she looked up at Lilith, an enigmatic expression on her face. "And why do you think it would be Fiore's business to free Bosco from its self-inflicted oppression?" the Earth mage asked, dipping her spoon into the ice cream, but making no attempt to return it to her mouth. "Why do you make the assumption that people can't help themselves? If you remember a little while back, I mentioned that Dandelion's denizens are too cowardly to rectify their situation by themselves. I guess the same applies to most humans in the world, Bosco specifically. Where were people looking when some crazy despot rose to power? Where are they looking now that they're being forced to fight a pointless war in which they die for nothing, and the causers of the war drink wine in luxury and affluence? I'm sure they saw this, but they did nothing, nay, they do nothing, out of a self-seeking behavior. Exactly the same issue with this lovely city." Beryl sighed. "How do you determine those who can't help themselves? Why don't the millions of poor victims rise up, take arms and solve their own problems? Can the oligarchs fight against the entire populace of a nation? No, but the reason for their reluctance is simple: they can, but they won't because no one wants to sacrifice. They hope someone like you will come along and do it for them, and shed your blood for them, and die for them. Don't think I'm condemning you for wanting to help; it's people like you that make me feel hopeful, even if just a little bit, for a little moment." There was a pause. "Be careful whom you help, honey. Many folks may not want your help as much as they think they do." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Jun 20 2017, 02:43 AM Post #47 |
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Unbeknownst to Beryl, and to a degree to herself, a deep-rooted part of Lilith sympathized with the citizens of Bosco more then what seemed to be the case. It had everything to do with her past, that night when she fled Veronica terrified, and all the subsequent horrific nights, and days. The brunette hadn't known that there was a city better then Dandelion back then, in fact she had barely known what nation she had lived in her entire life. There was no way she could have protested the ways of the figurative, and in some cases literal, prison, for what was the point in objecting when there was no better option? Yes, Lilith knew better now, and in retrospect her heart was filled to the brim with regret, but back then? The only purpose had been to survive. She imagined that so many Boscans were the same, oblivious to the path their life could have taken had they only been born or ended up in a different place or time. They didn't know any other reality the the grim one of war and oppression, and that was a sin almost unthinkable that the government had placed. It was an excellent way to control, though. Without knowledge, there would be no uprisings, no rejections, no revolutions. It was a plain and simple concept, really. After all, people's surroundings shaped them just as much as their opinion, and even more so in many cases. Perhaps some were simply too cowardly to act, to spread the word of a less grim potential, but that did not eliminate the fact that there were those who simply did not know. Even if that was just one person, out of an entire nation, was that not an equal exchange? Without a doubt, Lilith knew that there were more then that, and that was where her views contrasted the earth mage's so drastically. She was optimistic, certainly, but that was only because she didn't want anyone else to suffer the way she had. If only the problem could be solved without war. "I know my hopes are far too optimistic, but I disagree with you there. I haven't lived my entire life in Dandelion, but before I arrived here I grew up in a small village. When it got destroyed, this city was the first I found. For the longest time, I simply assumed that life outside of Veronica was how Dandelion was and is, so I didn't try to escape, or to rise up against it. It wasn't until somebody told me that I left. There have to be people like that in Bosco, and the government probably pushes those thoughts to keep the population under control. I mean, I could be totally wrong, but as long as there's one person who simply doesn't know the joys of the outside world, well one person is enough to save," she replied. "I just wish it would have never come to war." |
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| 司 Grond | Jun 21 2017, 11:45 PM Post #48 |
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It was a particularly interesting angle Lilith brought up, when she spoke about the fact that many Boscans would probably not bother to attempt an uprising or revolution, simply because of the fact that they were not aware of any other option than the life which had been presented to them. Perhaps it was more correct to sat that the life had been more forced on them than presented to them, giving them next to nothing in the way of choices. "Well, I must say I hadn't looked at it from that angle," the Seveni girl conceded, "and so it would probably be difficult to blame these folks because they probably don't know any other way of life...." Beryl trailed off, her mind working on a hypothetical issue. If the downtrodden didn't know any other way of life, where did revolutionaries come from? If one were to say, from the privileged class, perhaps someone took pity on the lesser ones, were there not upstarts who rose from among the common people? "At the risk of sounding apathetic, must everyone just accept what is given to them? I was of the opinion that people must think for themselves. Governments tell people how to think, but can't the people decide to select what they want to think?" Another thought came to Beryl's mind, causing her expression to darken slightly. "In any event, while I totally agree with the fact that some live in ignorance concerning the options of life they can have, they are a minority. The more of the population are as I said: eager to have others get dirty, but hoping to benefit from proceeds they do not deserve. Such are the type of folks that whine about their predicament, but when someone comes along speaking of revolution, he's shunned like a guy in a banana hammock, traipsing through Crocus' finest and dandiest quarters. And when he goes, or dies, they talk about how no one supported him. Ugh!" Lilith had ended her statement with a wish for a better solution to the Bosco-Fiore difference. Beryl wholeheartedly sympathized with her, although wishing was something she tried hard not to indulge in. "Well, much as I hate to say this, if wishes were horses, the world would stink of horse manure, and all that. Others willed this war, and so it came," the Seveni girl stated. "War never comes unbidden, and so the burden of it falls on the shoulders of people who give not a single iota of value for human life, because the war, for the most part, never reaches them in all its terrors. So, who is going to take responsibility for this war? For the countless wasted lives?" Edited by Grond, Jun 27 2017, 11:29 PM.
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Jun 27 2017, 09:08 PM Post #49 |
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The blue-eyed girl listened intently as Beryl again countered her. If nothing else, they had quite the differing viewpoints, and if there was one thing Lilith knew it was that opinions were born of experience, if not one's self. There was so much she didn't know about the woman sitting across from her, but what she did know was that she had seen the Boscan War, and that she had decided to stick around in Dandelion despite its tragic nature. In ways, that was all she needed to know. At the very least she possessed persistence, if not perseverance. It was funny how the two words were so alike. Still, there was the issue of responding to the blonde's query, no matter how rhetorical it seemed. For even though the brunette didn't know exactly what an iota was, or so many other things for that matter, she felt obliged to do so. "I don't know. I don't think anyone knows, really. There are some things only time can determine. Can you really place the blame of a war on one person or organization anyways?" It was more of a thought then a question. For although a single action could easily be traced, it required two to fight. Lilith recalled clearly the moment her father had first told her that, and it was without a doubt something that stuck with her, even with all the violence that was occurring around the world and would most definitely continue for as long as people had the will to reject the wrong things in society. "Anyways, it would be best for me to get going, I'm going to try to reach the next city before nightfall. Thanks for the ice cream. Who knows, maybe we'll meet again some day." And with that, the brunette departed from her seat, waving to Beryl before exiting the ice cream parlor. The streets were pleasant that day, certainly, but the polluted city was already starting to rub off on her demeanor once more, even though she hadn't been there long. She felt indecisive, different parts of her pulling in directions all over the place. Still, Lilith wasn't foolish enough to believe that she could truly change Dandelion, or at least at that point. Perhaps the time would come later in life. |
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| 司 Grond | Jun 27 2017, 11:22 PM Post #50 |
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The answer to whether it was possible or not to place blame on a single individual or group for the guilt of war, for Beryl, was rather straightforward. Yes. The person who started it was often the problem. In any type of altercation, there tended to be the aggressor and the defendant. The aggressor was to blame, for if such a person had not ventured to fight, the opponent would not have risen to the occasion to meet them in battle. The reasons behind the causes of aggression were not as straightforward as who was to be at fault for starting a war. Nevertheless, Beryl was sure that, were she to hear the reason behind the Bosco-Fiorean War, she would be most sorely irritated. In most cases, human designs, when they related to the subjugation of others, were rarely altruistic or noble in the slightest sense. It was most often something born of a selfish desire that would only benefit a single individual or group, while leaving masses to suffer just so some knave, with the same flesh and blood as his fellow mortals, could reap rewards at their expense. Lilith eventually decided it was time for her to leave. Beryl nodded with a smile and waved in return, as the brunette exited the restaurant. It had been a while since she had had such a discussion with someone else. The experience had actually been interesting; it was tedious interacting with people who weren't capable of, or interested in, thinking. Fortunately, Lilith seemed to be the quiet, introspective type, and such people tended to be thinkers. After taking her time with finishing her dessert, Beryl left the restaurant, heading home towards her guild hall. With this section of town close to the river docks, there were often things of interest for sale just offloaded from the boats and ferries. The sights and smells of various wares called to her. Perhaps it would be wise to buy something to eat later, something that would be more scarce further in town, seeing that ice cream could not be regarded as a meal. Drawn to a stand whose wares consisted of fresh maize cobs just boiled and slathered with butter, the Seveni mage made her purchases, and was favored with an extra cob, even if it was little, as a reward for being the first customer of the day. Having ensured her food was well-packaged (it wasn't really a lovely sensation to feel something warm running down your leg, only to discover it was butter), Beryl extracted the little extra cob and chewed at the kernels, having been tempted by the smell and realizing that the corn would probably be cold by the time she got home. What would Lilith think if she saw the Earth mage eating again? Well, it wasn't her fault; she was feeling particularly hungry today. With a quiet chuckle, and many thoughts running through her mind, Beryl turned her back to the docks, paying no heed to the bleak, grey cityscape before her, even as her path drew her towards it. Topic Concluded |
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