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Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 31, 2023 15:47:46 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
He chuckled in hearing her say that boys often thought they were right, then said out loud his train of thought and eventually agreed with her. He gave her a warm smile. "Perhaps there is." he agreed "Especially now. I did not really stop to think about it, but.. who can say if my eyes work in the same way in a world that is not mine? Who can say if they are precise as before, or less? Or perhaps aether here works in a different way, and considering I can already see shades I had never seen before... it is not unlikely."
He let his gaze wander among the colors swirling in the air once again. "Aura vis-? Oh, the Soulsight." He chuckled, then finally looked at her again as she said she was smarter than she looked. "I was about to say that you do look smart, but I suppose it's unnecessary now." he said chuckling once more. Then he told her he would try - and he meant it. If ever he found a chance, he was resolved to try and speak to Hades about this entire conversation - provided he would not see the girl's article before they could meet again.
"I suppose I'm just.. not used to expressing my thoughts in a way that is different from-" He paused, realizing it in that very moment. "But of course. In music. I could say it all in music. I had never thought of writing for him instead of about him - well, our people and families and friends. Something only for him.. It could work. Love or not, it will be an expression of my feelings and thoughts. It could also help me sort out my own mind and heart. Perhaps what i think I feel might not be exactly.. he interrupted his rambling and looked at the girl with an almost sorry expression. "Forgive me, I should probably stop saying all that comes into my mind out loud."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 28, 2023 10:36:22 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
Her question made him falter for a moment. Something within stirred. What if she was right? What if Hades..
He killed the thought where it stood.
Or at least, he tried to, but now the spark was lit and he could not help but hope. Which he knew would be a heavy blow if he ever talked to Hades about it.
He sighed. "I am not all-knowing, but.. I have always been used to being right, at least on this." he confessed, without asking anything about what she could have meant with upper plate. She then went on about different kinds of love and he could not help but sigh once again. "I think I understand what you mean. I don't feel the same kind of love for him as I do for our mutual friend, and that is still different from the loce I may feel for other people."
He smiled softly. "On this we can agree. We have chosen each other for life. It has always been the three of us, now the three have become.. well, two and a piece. And said piece doesn't seem to make either of us feel the same as before. They are not the same at all. While we.. we remain unchanged in our souls and minds. We are still the same ones who have chosen each other ages ago. And even if I have been in a limbo between life and death for most of our lives, as soon as I found him it was as if not even a moment had passed. Or better.. it had, but.. but it had not? I am not quite sure how to explain this."
He chuckled. "I mean.. I would probably go with anyone else if I deem the person interesting enough. But that would be entertainment, or at most a connection. It would never be a certainty, unlike.. Solus, was it? We both know that no matter what, we will be there for each other if it's important. I.. I think it might be something more than just love -be it romantic, platonic or anything else. Something deeper."
He smiled to the girl and went back to sitting with his legs crossed. "To think that I would need a 'teenage journalist' to remind me." He brought the back of his hand to his lips and laughed softly. "I suppose I needed to talk about this with someone. And.. I cannot make promises, but if and when I'll see him again.. I will try. To talk about this, I mean."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 27, 2023 16:55:23 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
"I suppose so." was the only thing Hythlodaeus thought of replying with. He did not really want to explain in detail what happened, and the girl would not have managed to understand anyways. So he kept the rest of his thoughts for himself. She was already upset enough, he decided. Then he told her that no more Meteia or concepts could be created, and told her that, had she been an ancient, she could have manipulated her body shape however she pleased. Unlike him. He almost wanted to apologize for making her theory go "up in smoke", as she said, but he simply looked at her with a sorry smile on his lips.
The words she told him next surprised him, and her tease made him chuckle and deny with his head. "I have not." he confirmed, then he went on rambling about Hades and how they spent their time together. And her reply and subsequent question made him sigh. "I... understand what you are trying to say, and I thank you for your kind words, but... I can... literally see it. Or, well.." He sighed, then changed position once again. "My sight allows me to read the intention of others. Or helps me do it, anyways. I'm not entirely sure where my perception ends and my sight begins." he explained. "And although it's been ages... I have never seen his soul turn that specific color. When someone feels something intense, their entire soul may temporarily and slightly change in its hue. I cannot say he does not show love, but... it's not that kind of love. Although he does care, and he cares deeply."
His smile faded for a few moments, as he lost himself in thought. There could have been so many occasions in which his soul could have shifted towards that specific hue, but hadn't. "And the worst part is that I know my soul does reveal my feelings, and that he can see almost as precisely as me. Which means he knows full well I am not over him, even after all this time. But as we have agreed in the past, we both ignore this and go on as the friends we have always been." He muttered in the end, curling up and hugging his own knees. Then he smiled again, sweetly. "But this ability to be at my side even when knowing this.. is one of the things I love about him. If he says he will ignore it and means it, then he will. He is terrible at lying anyways... well, to me at least."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 14:52:28 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
Hythlodaeus chuckled at her joke, then listened to her quick summary. "It's not as easily avoidable and careless as it sounds." he said "Think of it like this. There was a weapon made by men. An emperor found a way to subdue it with a great war that caused many losses, but then wanted to rule upon other men with an iron fist. And thus did the resistance appear.. and cause a complete revolution at any cost." This time he tried to keep it as simple as possible, no names and no details. It was the best he could think of doing. Then she rephrased her questions, and he chuckled once again. "There is not nearly enough aether on this planet to create such a thing as a Concept, or a Primal as strong as Zodiark and Hydaelyn, at least for what I can see. Not even if Emet-Selch was involved, probably. And there are no special crystals in which to contain them, and no paperwork to fill, and... 'no' would be the short answer."
After he told her about the body shifting, he chuckled once again. "To modify your own body, if you were an ancient, you would only need to be able to manipulate aether properly. Yet another completely normal thing I fail at." He smiled cheerfully, even though this thing in particular still bothered him at times. "And no. At least, not me. As for him... well, I believe he would have gone back to our homeworld had there been a way. And if our most powerful sorcerer cannot do that... than none of us could. All I can say is that this does not look like one of the shards of Aetherys - my homeworld. It does not have the... right shade I would say." he corrected himself right away, not wanting to overload the girl with information once again.
He chuckled about the 'friend who can make people new bodies' part. "Well he cannot - not anymore. He used the last bit of the Goddess' energy to make ours." he quickly explained, then he went on about his friend and his fight with Emet-Selch and all the rest. So he ended up chuckling once again. "Indeed, it would be for the best. They have saved their own world and another, by defeating whoever crossed their path. That is a quick and easy summary of what happened in the end."
The next question caught him completely off-guard.
He blushed suddenly and stiffened, opening and closing his mouth a few times while trying to speak - but at first he was unable to. Then he chuckled. "Very curious indeed." he remarked, then he sat with his legs stretched outwards again. "Solus is my best friend. One of the two, at least. Well. The only one in one piece." He sighed softly, with a smile on his lips, soon after. "He was our best magician, and the one and only person who could truly understand what it meant to see. The same way as I, I mean." His smile gradually became sweeter, his eyes softening their expression as if he had him in front of him in that very moment. "When not at work - which was rare, I admit- we would sit somewhere and just... watch the aether swirl and dance all around us. We needed no words or anything else, we just existed next to each other and.. and that was.. perfect."
He sighed. "I know full well he does not feel the same for me. I have made my peace with this aeons ago - I had already done so before the whole thing with the gods had started. And I am also pretty sure he can see the way my soul shifts when I'm with him. But. He is my friend, and nothing more. For better or worse. I am most definitely not one to impose myself on him. Not on serious things, at least. I love to pester him and cause him trouble together with our mutual friend, and ask him to do things for others only because I know he will if I ask him... but that is all. I would help with his job, listen to his problems.. and he would do the same with me. That is all. He is my family."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 12:41:25 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
After letting out another chuckle, Hythlodaeus went on talking about the fall of his people, and did not truly pay as much attention as he would have wanted to the girl. Her feelings. He denied with his head. "Do not fret. It was a choice. All of us had chosen whether or not to support the Convocation's ways." he replied. The mere thought had shifted the girl's hue into a darker, perhaps scared shade. It was a good thing. "Yes, we did. I was the one who would have the final word on their existence. Have them revised and corrected. Were you to see just how many different sharks they had submitted..." his expression turned into a resigned and half-desperate one. "If I see another shark in my life it will be too soon." He muttered.
As she asked about Meteion, he denied. "Not an Ancient, a concept. One of those 'monsters', as you call them. Hermes had created it to explore our universe.. but he asked her the wrong question. The meaning of life.. is quite hard to grasp. And thus did the concept fall to despair, and bear the idea that if everything was to end, no one would have to suffer anymore. She had learned to see death as a blessing." he corrected.
He then went on about the final blow, the one that ended the world as it was known. And thought for a moment before replying to her. "I.. am unsure how to reply. I was on the one called the Source, the remains of the original world. But I am sure the members of the Convocation at the very least could travel among them. I am not too sure as to how... but I believe it could be because we are supposedly ethereal. I would say that those who wanted to travel only needed to leave their bodies behind and go possess a new one in the next shard."
He thought about the fact he may have come back to life after Zodiark's death. "Not really, no. I was still only a soul. This body of mine is identical to my true one, but was created for me by a... new old friend. My previous one has died within Zodiark." He then waited for her to finish processing his words and ask her a series of possibly rhetorical questions that brought him to chuckle once again. "Well.. my new old friend. The same one that has defeated Emet-Selch, our most powerful mage, in battle. And to be completely fair, he has ended both our Primals. They were both weakened, as Zodiark was still fractured -and Hermes had taken his power for himself- and Hydaelyn was at the end of her life. She fought her Chosen, whom she had previously blessed, to see if she could entrust the world to him. And he did have help in each of these cases from, as someone called them, 'Champions from beyond the Rift'. But yes, a partially rejoined but still fractured version of my other best friend. It was the three of us back in the ancient times, really."
He regretted saying that word the very moment it came out of his mouth, but of course she had heard it. And there was no turning back. But at least he would have a little time to mentally prepare. "Hmm... do you have any questions? If you want me to tell you anything else, you need only ask."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 11:20:35 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
Hythlodaeus chuckled as the girl stood and twirled. "Indeed I can, and.. well, yes, mostly pink. But there are also shades of red, purple and orange." he replied with a smile. "You must be ambitious. Curious, terribly so. And you probably like to be popular, and in the center of attention." He continued. Then he started talking about his music, and her response made him chuckle. "Something on those lines, I suppose."
Then it all degenerated into the Final Days. He nodded at her words. "It was. Life had almost gone extinct." At what she said next, though, he made a thoughtful expression. "Maybe. But as far as I know it survived. My world, I mean. It was deeply changed, but even if in pieces, it survived. Unless it died while I was unconscious in the lifestream. And yes, my dear friend Emet-Selch is here.. but I shall not tell you where. And I believe he does not use that title anymore, as it would have no meaning here." He then let the girl talk excitedly and make her questions, until he took a deep breath. "Alright, from the start."
"Ancients. This is what our people were called by those who came after us." he began "We were the first inhabitants of Aetherys, our Star - and by star I mean planet. It's.. a matter of habit, we all used to call it so." He smiled slightly, then continued. "We lived on that planet, and a selected few of us Ancients became the Convocation of Fourteen, which as I said was our government. Every member of the Convocation had a title, and each of the titles meant taking responsibility for a few things: they all had a role, an area of expertise, and a Bureau - a Ministry, we could say. I used to be chief of Emet-Selch's "ministry", the Bureau of the Architect. My job was to oversee the creation of concepts, which would be called.. fiends, here, I suppose? Animals, perhaps. And items too, to be fair. I had to review the applications, and confirm or deny their creation, or to send the most dangerous ones into... well, the containment facility."
He took another deep breath. "Long story short. One of us had created a concept without my authorization. Meteion was her name. She was sent to look for life beyond our Sta-uhm, world. And she came back with only despair and the resolve to end all life. Thus did she cause what we called the Final Days, in which out people were so scared that our creation magic turned against us. Instead of creating what would help the planet prosper, we created monsters bound to destroy us. So, due to the extreme circumstances, half of our population, me included, sacrificed their lives to become the fuel to Zodiark's power. He stopped the concept, and was then left there as it was."
He took another deep breath. It pained him, in a way. to speak of these matters. "Then another one of us decided to make her thoughts known: she firmly believed that Zodiark, if left unchecked, would bring destruction upon us just as much as Meteion, although in a different manner. So she summoned Hydaelyn together with half of the people that remained. The two deities fought for a very long time against each other, then Hydaelyn landed the final blow - one so powerful it did not only split Zodiark, but the entire world, together with its inhabitants, in fourteen shards. Fourteen separate realities overlapping one another, but never touching." he sighed. "In case you need it: M-E-T-E-I-O-N is the concept, Z-O-D-I-A-R-K the god, and H-Y-D-A-E-L-Y-N the goddess."
He went back to sitting with his legs crossed. "As for me, I could only watch the story unfold after I merged with Zodiark. And then I observed the fragmented beings that came out of my people's shattering. Ages passed, empires rose and fell, heroes were born, and eventually died. Until one of those shards found me. They killed Zodiark once and for all, unleashed the Final Days upon the world, and then saved it by confronting Meteion as the Endsinger. But after that... As I drifted into the lifestream, I awakened here. Lost, confused, and without a purpose. And just as weak as any other day of my life. But at least I found my reason in my beloved-" he hesitated. "m-my friend. Friend. Nothing more than a friend, I've made peace with that. My friend... I believe he goes by Solus, now."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 9:56:16 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
As he slowly saw confusion take over the girl's soul, he tried his best to explain, but evidently ended up leaving her just as confused as before, if not more. So he simply nodded when she asked if she could recap. "Almost perfect." he said in the end, with an understanding smile on his lips. "Emet-Selch is a title. Every member of the convocation has a title, and is always called by it, forsaking their true name. You could say it.. becomes their identity. Except for old friends and family, of course. The Convocation Members are more or less the only people who are allowed to be different from all the rest." he explained, chucking in a slightly nervous manner around the end of the sentence. He had never felt like that was completely fair, but he was used to it and thus never complained about it too much.
"As for their job, overseeing what we called the Underworld, or Sea of Stars, or Lifestream... that is part of the job, yes. To escort the souls to the Sea, to keep concepts in check, and many other things. But yes, I could and can see souls - and not only that. I can see the aether that permeates everything, from the air to the ground to animals, plants and people. I am not sure how to describe it. You may see me with my gaze lost in nothingness, but in truth, I would be staring at the currents of aether swirling in the air. They can be... captivating, and astonishingly beautiful. Streams of energy taking the most curious shapes and hues." he kept going, hoping not to confuse her even more.
"As for my music." He changed position once again, now sitting on his knees. "I was a child when I first laid hands on a musical instrument. And even before, I would sing all the time." He chuckled as one of many memories floated into his mind. "I would spend hours playing and singing without even noticing my hunger until my stomach would kindly remind me I needed to eat something." Then he sighed lightly. "I did not truly kept it a secret, but.. growing up, many started to address me because of my Sight. Only few people would ask me of my music, while to everyone else I was simply a prodigy in soulseeing. As I mentioned before, even the seat of Emet-Selch was given to me for that very reason. So I gradually stopped mentioning it, unless with the few friends who I knew would love to know." His smile turned somehow nostalgic. He missed those times dearly.
"I had no purpose in life, besides helping my friends. And that I have done, first by working in the Bureau of the Architect, doing the paperwork for Emet-Selch, and then.." He stopped for a moment, lowering his gaze as his hand closed into a fist. "Then I made a choice. As my people was on the verge of destruction, I chose to sacrifice my life along with half of our Star's population, to summon a god that would save us. The very first Primal... although I believe they are called differently here. Eikons, or Eidolons, if I remember correctly." He still tried to keep the usual smile on his face, although he knew he would not look happy. "Then a Goddess was summoned by half of the rest of us to stop him before he could do damage. And the very Star, along with anything and anyone in it, was shattered."
He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I.. did not mean to talk about this." He took another one, then closed his eyes. "The reason why I know so many stories is because I have seen them all from the Lifestream. Heroes, legends, wars. I loved to watch the story unfold." He smiled more sincerely now, after opening his eyes again. "And many, many years later.. an old friend has found me. Or, well, a shard of them. He has freed my soul from the god's chains, and allowed me to rest. Until I awakened here and found Emet-Selch again. And finding him... gave me a muse to sing for."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 8:37:41 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
His eyes captured the slight shift in the girl's aether as she looked at the ground next to him. Was it a slight disgust? Perhaps disappointment? He was not entirely sure. Well, he would have offered a better seat, but his ability in aetheric manipulation was definitely lacking -or he would have created something for himself as well.
He chuckled at the girl's words. "Of course. H-Y-T-H-L-O-D-A-E-U-S." He spelled the name somehow slowly, then he chuckled again. "I promise there are worse-sounding names on my Star." He extended his legs and leaned slightly backwards keeping himself up with his hands. "Yours sounds like a difficult job. To convince people to talk about their life is not always as easy as it sounds - and to have them change their mind is even worse, I know full well. It is brave of you to try."
He smiled softly, his sight lost into the aether currents once again as he looked for what to say. "Let us see, about myself." He went back to sitting with his legs crossed and rested his head on his closed hand. "Well, I am very old, to start. And I am only starting to let my music be known now, after.. a very long time. I had always and only played for my dearest friends before. Not like I could do much else beside that, of course. Paperwork, and song, are the things I do best."
He looked at her for a moment. "Soulsight aside, of course. That is technically my best.. asset, let us say? Nothing short of granting me the seat of-" he hesitated for a moment. "But of course you would have no idea, would you? About Emet-selch, or any other members of the Convocation." He chuckled. "They were our... Government, more or less. The Convocation made decisions, and the others followed. Each of the members has a specific duty to uphold, and Emet-selch was the Keeper of the Underworld, the one who could see and keep in check the flow of aether and souls. This ability of mine.. it is one of the requirements for shouldering such a role. The ability to see aether, and souls, and so much more. A rare gift, among my people. One my best friend also had. He was.. one of the very few people who could truly understand how it felt. And he was better suited than me - I turned down the job in his favor."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 20, 2023 14:26:11 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
He was singing once again, his instrument and voice emitting sweet melodies as many times before, releasing aether into the air. He smiled softly as the music resonated with his soul - and with the ones of his listeners. There were only two things he was good at, after all, and one was his ability to see aether, while the other one was his skill in anything music-related. As the song continued, the chords shifted, and eventually faded into the end. His voice fell silent, his strings stood still, and some of the people left, while others applauded him. Some even left a few coins beside him. He was satisfied, even just by knowing he had brightened someone's day.
Among the crowd, of the people who chose to stay for a little longer, one soul captured his attention. He had seen that kind of aether before, but not that specific hue. He widened his smile slightly when looking in her direction, trying to look beyond the aether and at her physical figure. She surely stood out even in that regard, although for him it was quite difficult to see "normally". He could not really turn on and off at will his Soulsight, although he was gradually becoming a little better at it.
As the girl approached and introduced herself, he followed her with his gaze. "Greetings." he replied "Hythlodaeus, travelling ministrel." He let his guitar rest leaning onto his seat, then gave her a warm smile. "Of course. I always appreciate the company, and make time for whoever may need it." He gestured for her to sit beside him. "What would you like to know, my friend?"
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
