09-14-2014, 03:40 PM
Alexander watches.
He’d been told of the Fallen: how they had willingly corrupted their Avatar, their body, mind and soul. How they worked against the universe itself, driving it towards death and destruction and the end of all things beyond them and their masters. Kalen’s reaction is cold fury. Sera’s reaction is to somehow, miraculously, hold herself together through whatever nightmares she saw in Zane’s mind.
For now, he watches as what was a man falls, is pulled, into the dark, corrupted river of his own fashioning. Down into the spirits – all of the spirits that were, are or will be – blackened and corrupted and twisted by hate, by anger. If he was a religious man, he might describe it as irredeemable sin.
He doesn’t smile, he takes no pleasure in it. But there is a sense of justice in it.
Zane passes silently and… the unexpected happens. Life returns to this land of the dead. With his limited knowledge and experience, Alexander hadn’t doubted that this realm should be dead, lifeless, dust. When the soil becomes fertile again, grass grows again, the river clears? He smiles, but then he can’t help but look again – to walk back to the edge, before his effect fades, and to see what that massive river should look like without the taint of corruption. And that’s where he stands when the ferryman – ferrymen, so many ferrymen… - make their way towards them. Alexander doesn’t back away from the water now, or from the approaching, hooded figures. The feeling of so many hooded, unseen faces (assuming there were faces under those hoods) is unnerving. But there’s no threat in them. It’s not their time to cross the river, not yet. He bows his head when they give their thanks (its thanks? Is it many faces of the same entity?)
But they leave and he returns to the others, to where The Message is returning to with its flutter of wings. Gwen asks if they’re ok. He looks at her and gives her a nod. “Don’t worry, we get back the same way we got here.” He looks to Sera and Kalen before returning his attention to The Message again. Sera seems ok. Kalen? Seems quiet, but ok? Kalen squeezes Alexander’s shoulder. He moves between the two of them, resting his hands on their shoulders silently, for as long as they don’t pull away from the contact. Sera deals with stuff by allowing people in? He’ll be there if she needs him. For Kalen too.
But back to The Message. Kalen makes his request, and Alexander has one of his own. He nods, agreeing with Kalen statement that they’d like to know how The Message is first, before glancing at Sera and Kalen. “If you ever need help again... But.. . Could I...” He takes a breath, looks at the ground, feeling a little embarrassed by his request, before looking The Message in the eye again. “I’d like to travel with you some time. If I could? I’d love to see more of what you see.”
Because this? Is the wonder he’s been looking for.
He’d been told of the Fallen: how they had willingly corrupted their Avatar, their body, mind and soul. How they worked against the universe itself, driving it towards death and destruction and the end of all things beyond them and their masters. Kalen’s reaction is cold fury. Sera’s reaction is to somehow, miraculously, hold herself together through whatever nightmares she saw in Zane’s mind.
For now, he watches as what was a man falls, is pulled, into the dark, corrupted river of his own fashioning. Down into the spirits – all of the spirits that were, are or will be – blackened and corrupted and twisted by hate, by anger. If he was a religious man, he might describe it as irredeemable sin.
He doesn’t smile, he takes no pleasure in it. But there is a sense of justice in it.
Zane passes silently and… the unexpected happens. Life returns to this land of the dead. With his limited knowledge and experience, Alexander hadn’t doubted that this realm should be dead, lifeless, dust. When the soil becomes fertile again, grass grows again, the river clears? He smiles, but then he can’t help but look again – to walk back to the edge, before his effect fades, and to see what that massive river should look like without the taint of corruption. And that’s where he stands when the ferryman – ferrymen, so many ferrymen… - make their way towards them. Alexander doesn’t back away from the water now, or from the approaching, hooded figures. The feeling of so many hooded, unseen faces (assuming there were faces under those hoods) is unnerving. But there’s no threat in them. It’s not their time to cross the river, not yet. He bows his head when they give their thanks (its thanks? Is it many faces of the same entity?)
But they leave and he returns to the others, to where The Message is returning to with its flutter of wings. Gwen asks if they’re ok. He looks at her and gives her a nod. “Don’t worry, we get back the same way we got here.” He looks to Sera and Kalen before returning his attention to The Message again. Sera seems ok. Kalen? Seems quiet, but ok? Kalen squeezes Alexander’s shoulder. He moves between the two of them, resting his hands on their shoulders silently, for as long as they don’t pull away from the contact. Sera deals with stuff by allowing people in? He’ll be there if she needs him. For Kalen too.
But back to The Message. Kalen makes his request, and Alexander has one of his own. He nods, agreeing with Kalen statement that they’d like to know how The Message is first, before glancing at Sera and Kalen. “If you ever need help again... But.. . Could I...” He takes a breath, looks at the ground, feeling a little embarrassed by his request, before looking The Message in the eye again. “I’d like to travel with you some time. If I could? I’d love to see more of what you see.”
Because this? Is the wonder he’s been looking for.