05-27-2013, 03:49 PM
Full disclosure.
At first glance it may seem like business or legal terminology, in the same league as terms like due diligence or mea culpa. Its true origin is in technology and software, though it is bandied about on the pages of rags from Cosmo to the Paper of Record.
But deeper than all that there's an ethical connotation to it.
At least in Jim's mind. Which is all that matters to Jim. Because it serves as impetus for the effort he begins as they leave the truck.
And as he gathers his Will, it is that weight of connotation that he lends to the working.
Serafine wanted to connect them with the girl. To implore with her while she jumped, fell, was caught by that darting mass of darkness.
Words could only do so much, though. And if it was a connection they were opening, why not let it run freely? Why not bare the truth? Not just some of it. All of it.
To share that they were of the same cut as the woman, Shelby, that had given her life for Leah. Visions of what they'd seen in the past, showing her what Leah said to the others of the Traditions, demanding they protect her. That they all didn't want to control or even save her, but to simply free her – from the foregone conclusion some named her Fate, from the cancerous stigma some placed on her budding tsunami of an Avatar, and from those who would try to blacken her very soul.
Jim's fingers sink into the Tapestry again, the sensations already alive from the lightening substance in his system. He is enlivened by it, the inhibitions melting away as his own memories rise to the surface. And like the tide to the moon, he tries to raise them up, draw them toward where he knows the girl is. His own mind brushes out toward Pan and Sarafine.
Waters joining. Watershed welling. Tributaries becoming confluences and returning from fresh rains and ancient glaciers to the oceans as he tries to join their thoughts into a cohesive whole. Will working to craft an ocean for her to swim in.
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At first glance it may seem like business or legal terminology, in the same league as terms like due diligence or mea culpa. Its true origin is in technology and software, though it is bandied about on the pages of rags from Cosmo to the Paper of Record.
But deeper than all that there's an ethical connotation to it.
At least in Jim's mind. Which is all that matters to Jim. Because it serves as impetus for the effort he begins as they leave the truck.
And as he gathers his Will, it is that weight of connotation that he lends to the working.
Serafine wanted to connect them with the girl. To implore with her while she jumped, fell, was caught by that darting mass of darkness.
Words could only do so much, though. And if it was a connection they were opening, why not let it run freely? Why not bare the truth? Not just some of it. All of it.
To share that they were of the same cut as the woman, Shelby, that had given her life for Leah. Visions of what they'd seen in the past, showing her what Leah said to the others of the Traditions, demanding they protect her. That they all didn't want to control or even save her, but to simply free her – from the foregone conclusion some named her Fate, from the cancerous stigma some placed on her budding tsunami of an Avatar, and from those who would try to blacken her very soul.
Jim's fingers sink into the Tapestry again, the sensations already alive from the lightening substance in his system. He is enlivened by it, the inhibitions melting away as his own memories rise to the surface. And like the tide to the moon, he tries to raise them up, draw them toward where he knows the girl is. His own mind brushes out toward Pan and Sarafine.
Waters joining. Watershed welling. Tributaries becoming confluences and returning from fresh rains and ancient glaciers to the oceans as he tries to join their thoughts into a cohesive whole. Will working to craft an ocean for her to swim in.
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