11-11-2016, 11:32 PM
"Get in. Get out. Make the point- leave the three pages of description to Tolkien," he nods again. Solid and confirming that, yes, he followed and, yes, he was accepting and appreciating of criticism and direction. Not crestfallen. Oh heavens no, he seemed to nod along and accept like he was accustomed to this sort of thing; William has clearly been on the receiving end of being off the mark before and that insecurity of needing to do better wasn't there today.
It was probably because he was pulling weeds and getting dirty and dirtier by the moment (which he seemed to honestly rather like. There was dirt and mud and greens and movement.)
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Better answers.
Aha! He lights up, grins and actually stops long enough to soak in the confirmation that he had been on base. William wipes his hands off on the back of his shorts, gloves dusting off the soil and either deciding to cling or moving along. A juicebox goes sailing his way
William doesn't actually catch it. He tries, it juggles from one hand only to be grasped a second too late and tumble into the garden patch. This is where hubris gets you, kids, it gets you pulling your juice boxes out of flower beds.
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The third set of responses comes, and William is, at that juncture, sipping merrily away at his juicebox like he is seven and this is the world's best field trip ever- which is saying something, because William once went on a fieldtrip where he got to pick strawberries in a strawberry field that he didn't get to eat (or keep) and he really seemed to like that, too. He delights in menial tasks with the promise of snacks at the end. He always kept up with household chores; he might have been a number of things, but unwilling to help around the house had never been one of them.
He doesn't do a good job of budgeting his juicebox, though, and there is soon enough the sound of droplets being sucked into nothingness at about the time Mr. Nihm gets to the part about immortal servitude.
"Holy crap, it's like getting roofied by the fae but worse, that don't meddle in their affairs rule makes so much sense now," says the consumate meddler. He actually does treat this like a revelation, for its part.
There is, of course, the question then, andWilliam opens his mouth to start the answer, and the look on his face says that he has an answer-
BUt then he stops. William nods, and actually takes a minute, and it's like one can see him stripping away as many layers of bullshit as he is literally capable (which would still leave some left being- he's a Hermetic and a talker) before continuing on. William shoves his juicebox into his back pocket.
"Decay moves the universe. There are people in our community that consider it as something that turns the wheel of creation. Things are created, they grow, and then they are sustained but once they become stagnant it's the job of decay to break down the old so that the new can come through. Decay touches the physical, the spiritual, and the metaphorical; it's a necessity. You can't create something out of nothing, so decay has to break things down to their fundamental parts so creation can rearrange them into new things.
"Unchecked, or when it is out of control or out of balance, decay will cause damage to fundamentally important structures that leave the world out of balance- again metaphorically or literally. When there is nothing to offset decay, it will continue to do what it is meant to do, breaking things down until, finally, those things are broken down into nothing and Nothing," a capitalization in his voice that he does not explain but the second seems to hold enough weight that it is a concept that he very really and truly believes in (perhaps not a concept at all.) "And all you have then is void."
It was probably because he was pulling weeds and getting dirty and dirtier by the moment (which he seemed to honestly rather like. There was dirt and mud and greens and movement.)
====
Better answers.
Aha! He lights up, grins and actually stops long enough to soak in the confirmation that he had been on base. William wipes his hands off on the back of his shorts, gloves dusting off the soil and either deciding to cling or moving along. A juicebox goes sailing his way
William doesn't actually catch it. He tries, it juggles from one hand only to be grasped a second too late and tumble into the garden patch. This is where hubris gets you, kids, it gets you pulling your juice boxes out of flower beds.
====
The third set of responses comes, and William is, at that juncture, sipping merrily away at his juicebox like he is seven and this is the world's best field trip ever- which is saying something, because William once went on a fieldtrip where he got to pick strawberries in a strawberry field that he didn't get to eat (or keep) and he really seemed to like that, too. He delights in menial tasks with the promise of snacks at the end. He always kept up with household chores; he might have been a number of things, but unwilling to help around the house had never been one of them.
He doesn't do a good job of budgeting his juicebox, though, and there is soon enough the sound of droplets being sucked into nothingness at about the time Mr. Nihm gets to the part about immortal servitude.
"Holy crap, it's like getting roofied by the fae but worse, that don't meddle in their affairs rule makes so much sense now," says the consumate meddler. He actually does treat this like a revelation, for its part.
There is, of course, the question then, andWilliam opens his mouth to start the answer, and the look on his face says that he has an answer-
BUt then he stops. William nods, and actually takes a minute, and it's like one can see him stripping away as many layers of bullshit as he is literally capable (which would still leave some left being- he's a Hermetic and a talker) before continuing on. William shoves his juicebox into his back pocket.
"Decay moves the universe. There are people in our community that consider it as something that turns the wheel of creation. Things are created, they grow, and then they are sustained but once they become stagnant it's the job of decay to break down the old so that the new can come through. Decay touches the physical, the spiritual, and the metaphorical; it's a necessity. You can't create something out of nothing, so decay has to break things down to their fundamental parts so creation can rearrange them into new things.
"Unchecked, or when it is out of control or out of balance, decay will cause damage to fundamentally important structures that leave the world out of balance- again metaphorically or literally. When there is nothing to offset decay, it will continue to do what it is meant to do, breaking things down until, finally, those things are broken down into nothing and Nothing," a capitalization in his voice that he does not explain but the second seems to hold enough weight that it is a concept that he very really and truly believes in (perhaps not a concept at all.) "And all you have then is void."