07-24-2016, 11:20 PM
Arturo moves forward in his chair to pulls several of the items on his desk off, tossing them onto the ground with solid thumps and thunks, the shotgun included which is dismissed with little more than a cursory glance for a location to set it down. Then he's tapping the desktop with a careful regard and waiting for William to layout the information that the Lad seems so excited to explore.
One might think this is good-humoured, if only at the sudden display William puts out for the odd 'map' that has been constructed. William points out several key details and facts and for all anyone can glean, Arturo seems genuinely, if passively interested, regarding each point with the same steady glance that he had provided the kids on first entry. He doesn't point in conjunction or offer any information himself, waiting out William's budding enthusiasm in favour of inspecting the piece of parchment with clear scrutiny.
"Your theory's got holes. Mostly defined by several literal qualities. Lands of the dead implies a territorial boundary belonging to all peoples and things, where the 'Living' go. Once again, a monotheistic sort of description. One place for all souls, spirits-" A hand lifts to wave dismissively at whatever word, either of them wanted to use for them "-seems a bit catchall and easy. What's more likely is multiple locations and areas worthy of particular significance to various peoples. You have to also wonder what sort of terms and themes result in people expiring toward these particular lands you've got marked or even whether they have rules for allowance, invitation or acceptance into them. Does dying during war have a say? How about suicide? What about ill deeds or good ones?"
Arturo leans over the piece of paper, regarding the landscape, rough as it may be, that has been laid out further. He taps at the area above, where the lines culminate in what might be foolishly considered a 'Heaven'.
"Here, you've got little information which is understandable. Reason doesn't live here, because most of our understanding of this region comes from telescopes and satellite imagery. It's all very pretty, but hardly worthy of distinction beyond 'Space' or 'The Ether'." A slight snort, once more dismissive, before his finger traces down toward the apparent 'Abyss'.
"...Here's where you'll run into similar problems with the lands of the dead. A single isolated aberration where darkness lives. Vast and pregnant and whole. The place where nightmares are born? Or fear lives?" Another snort. "Hardly. We invent hells to define our fears of death and in many respects, that's what this 'Spirit World' you're talking about is...A Fear of death. So we invent landscapes beyond to give ourselves comfort in knowing there's more to it all after we finally pass on. What manner of possible interaction this world could have with that one?" Once again he taps the piece of paper. "Well, it would stand to reason they would have to share some connection, though I fear for the lives and existence of any being forced to endure our stupidity for as long as we've been around. The Dark ages. Medieval times. The Wild West. Even the last hundred years of industrialization would have done horrific damage, perhaps even irreversible."
One might think this is good-humoured, if only at the sudden display William puts out for the odd 'map' that has been constructed. William points out several key details and facts and for all anyone can glean, Arturo seems genuinely, if passively interested, regarding each point with the same steady glance that he had provided the kids on first entry. He doesn't point in conjunction or offer any information himself, waiting out William's budding enthusiasm in favour of inspecting the piece of parchment with clear scrutiny.
"Your theory's got holes. Mostly defined by several literal qualities. Lands of the dead implies a territorial boundary belonging to all peoples and things, where the 'Living' go. Once again, a monotheistic sort of description. One place for all souls, spirits-" A hand lifts to wave dismissively at whatever word, either of them wanted to use for them "-seems a bit catchall and easy. What's more likely is multiple locations and areas worthy of particular significance to various peoples. You have to also wonder what sort of terms and themes result in people expiring toward these particular lands you've got marked or even whether they have rules for allowance, invitation or acceptance into them. Does dying during war have a say? How about suicide? What about ill deeds or good ones?"
Arturo leans over the piece of paper, regarding the landscape, rough as it may be, that has been laid out further. He taps at the area above, where the lines culminate in what might be foolishly considered a 'Heaven'.
"Here, you've got little information which is understandable. Reason doesn't live here, because most of our understanding of this region comes from telescopes and satellite imagery. It's all very pretty, but hardly worthy of distinction beyond 'Space' or 'The Ether'." A slight snort, once more dismissive, before his finger traces down toward the apparent 'Abyss'.
"...Here's where you'll run into similar problems with the lands of the dead. A single isolated aberration where darkness lives. Vast and pregnant and whole. The place where nightmares are born? Or fear lives?" Another snort. "Hardly. We invent hells to define our fears of death and in many respects, that's what this 'Spirit World' you're talking about is...A Fear of death. So we invent landscapes beyond to give ourselves comfort in knowing there's more to it all after we finally pass on. What manner of possible interaction this world could have with that one?" Once again he taps the piece of paper. "Well, it would stand to reason they would have to share some connection, though I fear for the lives and existence of any being forced to endure our stupidity for as long as we've been around. The Dark ages. Medieval times. The Wild West. Even the last hundred years of industrialization would have done horrific damage, perhaps even irreversible."