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come_sailaway2022-09-02 08:06 pm
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[ She's a kind woman, and her brother is no less so. He imagines it to be difficult for others to catch, but he's nothing more than a lion with a thorn in its paw - a regal and proud creature who's been given a wound that's agitated by every slight movement. But one only need remove that wound and put a salve on it in order to let it heal, and perhaps those here could do that.
It's a nice idea, but the idiots here will probably try to remove it by hitting it with a hammer and pouring all manner of things on it rather than sprinkling flowers on him and calling him a friend of man once it's been removed. But one can hope, and in his heart he knows that it's unfair to expect many of these damaged misfits to extend the same generosity that he does, as one cannot pay forward what they've never been given.
Just a bit can go a long way, just like now as he takes a bottle off the shelf. It's a different flavor than what she would be afforded at home, as the bottle houses a yellow liquid that speaks of its tropical flavor and the liquid honey contained within it. But it's a fine wine to share, as the Spartans weren't altogether accustomed to sweeter wines, and the citrus keeps it from growing saccharine and exhausting the palate. ]
They have the older varieties, but I've always had a fondness for the 2011 vintage...
[ He could afford to spend thousands of dollars on a bottle of wine easily, but he's not quite inclined to. He's never cared much for liquor himself, really, despite serving it up with such ease, and his rich tastes afford him one that costs a few hundred dollars and can be stretched out for long periods of time. He uncorks the bottle and pours it in a practiced manner, keeping the label forward and using a drop stopper to avoid a mess, but only a small amount in one of the two glasses.
He pushes it toward her. ]
Please, won't you try a taste before I pull a full glass? I would hate to give you something that's altogether not to your tastes.
[ Granted the fact that she tends to water down her wine, and at any rate he'd drink it for her, so it's more of a way of inviting her to try the concentrated flavor without saying so. It's one of those little ways that one tries to share a small piece of themselves with another. ]
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( they would, of course, mourn the years that have went by. going forward in time, going back in time, losing proper human humanity in december 26, 2017. hearing 2011 would probably bring back memories for them, they could speak of the good ol' days, and fall into the hole of what the past had and the future. that would be a nice topic of conversation if she could follow up, but she's never experience a 2011. though, now that she thinks about it, she never quite questioned the year here— how forward into the future are they? would that come off as an odd question, she wonders.
she trusts his selection as she watches him pour enough for her to actually enjoy, and despite her better judgement tells her to add water first. she stays her hand once the glass is before her where she can see her reflection perfectly, one hand lifts to trace the outer rim with her index finger as she admires the color. )
If this is what you like, I'll have to share something I'm fond of as well.
( her brother wouldn't count for this, which is a good thing because that means she could try her hands at a meal. she mentioned it before once, but having learned there's no actual kitchen to use is actually disappointing. that means she misses out on offering a piece of her world to the other, but it'd be difficult since they lack both pig and among other animals. pollux could never be satisfied with this being one sided, as he's sharing a part of himself with her that she can recount at a later date, and so she wants to entrust part of herself as well.
fingers slowly wrap around the glass, lifting it up as she watches the liquid turn inside of the glass as she rotates it. she takes nothing more than a sip, avoiding the act of greediness, and actually sampling the taste. it settles onto her tongue, it's not too dry, but it doesn't come off as overwhelming. it's different as she brings the cup from her lips, but her lip prints left behind from where she's indulged in her taste as she sits it down on the table before the other. )
The taste is... ( she isn't a wine critique, but she's going through the flavors one by one as she tries to figure out what stands out from the sample. she swallows down the saliva in her throat, her lips part to drag along her bottom lip just in case she missed a drop as it retreats back into her mouth moments later. ) The aroma almost measures up to the taste, it really does come off not too loud, but pleasant.
( it'd be better diluted due to how she handles her drinks, but she's giving it a try without tampering with the starting product. )
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[ He's almost beaming upon being given her approval. If she offers no objection, he'll take the glass and pour in the usual amount - first in her glass, then in his own, followed by topping it off with water, and giving it a little stir to ensure the flavors are mixed together properly. She's tried it as he does, and now he shall experience it as she does. He knows roughly the right amount of water to pour in from watching the them do so once or twice before, and it does more to take out the sting of alcohol than it dilutes the flavor.
Having gotten his sister's approval, he'll have to try offering some to Castor later as well. They're twins, so he believes their tastes should be similar enough, and it wouldn't do to consider one and not the other. ]
The wines of Château d'Yquem are renowned for their complex flavors and careful balance of sweetness and acidity... As they age, the flavors begin to blend together and deepen, offering an entirely different experience... It's a wine which flavors likewise deeper the longer it sits in your glass, and so if you were to leave it for an hour it should be as though it had evolved in your glass.
[ Quality wines do tend to be like that. They seem to change even as the hour goes on for having oxygen hit them, and on ones lips the taste builds up little bit by little bit. It's a drink that's intended to be sipped and not chugged. He passes her glass back before pushing his own over to the stool next to her, walking around the counter to sit in it. ]
I suppose one who's lived so long would have little reason to keep track of the hours and days, as they do say that time moves faster when you get older. Even a thousand years must pass in the blink of an eye.
[ It's neither a complaint or a criticism, but a simple thought. ]
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( she doesn't reject the full glass, watching as the liquid splashes in and rolls like a wave against the inside. it's pretty to watch it fill up then the water that causes the color to die down only a tad. it still looks as vibrant as ever, but it tones down the beverage so that one doesn't get too intoxicated off of it. pollux pulls the glass closer to her as she spares a glance to her reflection until hiyori comes to give her company beside her. )
Wines that age like that would have been adored on Mount Olympus, even diluted, I'm sure all sorts of Gods would have taken their fill.
( there may have been some who wouldn't cared that it was undiluted too, but with how she was raised in ancient greece, that's how they handled their liquor. those gods lived in their own paradise apart from humans where they couldn't travel to, and so the beverages and food that gods ate were entirely different from what humans tend to have now. if pollux has the same taste as her father, then she can say in good faith that he would probably take a sip at least to see if it's to his liking, and maybe critique it. it may not sound pleasurable, but to have a god take something from a human in that fashion is better than what most are normally offered. )
Life between Gods and humans are different, yes. Walking from one room to another is a mere babe growing into a man.
( she looks towards his cup now to see his reflection, the way his green hair ripples along the surface. her arms settle onto the counter, crossing them as she watches the bottles before her on the shelves, reading the labels to see what else would maybe tickle her fancy. )
They do keep track, it's always interesting to see how the lives of others develop and how they request help from the Gods. My father would never forget who he's helped through the ages, and because of that it gave him more reason to assist those that call on him. My brother and I may be Servants, but perhaps that's why Brother has such good memory by taking after him.
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He traces takes the glass in his hand, swirling the contents before bringing it up to his lips to take a small sip before setting it back down. He misses formal events and the bustle of hanging out with those of the richer parts of society, but more often than not he finds himself pleased to be free of house parties and other such stuffy affairs. They're all trapped in his memory, as he can't allow himself to completely forget anyone he's met, but then these days he hardly forgets anything at all.
It's a point of study for him, time and memory and all their intersections, and that makes it interesting to think on. ]
Yes... You're both thoughtful individuals.
[ They're the same, yet different. Castor is more sensitive to how others treat him, but those types tend to remember others well for that same-self reason. It makes more of an impact on them. ]
I never thought to ask for help from the gods. If a person works hard, then they can get everything they desire without relying on the whims of those who exist on a higher plane of existence... I'm sure you're familiar enough with such views. I grew up to become a doctor in order to help those who could only depend on the aid of their fellow humans.
[ It's neither said as a criticism nor an effort to elevate himself to some greater level, as one who knows their worth need not be threatened by others, but a slow and thoughtful review of his life as he continues the conversation. He rests his elbow on the counter, curling his fingers before letting his cheek rest against it. ]
I do worry about those I had watched over. What will they do now? Who will ensure that their hearts keep beating? None will offer the care I did, and I should have liked to see what they would do once no longer held back by their afflictions.. Ah, but I suppose we're always going to want more time.
[ Their company will be taken over by a pitiful child who couldn't even live up to the expectations set for her, but instead cried into her pillow. How sad when he had seen such great things for her. How wasteful when he would have led it into the future. ]
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( yet, there's no way to say that they don't exist and that they didn't lay a hand in their fate. some hardly need to call upon gods for they're entitled enough to act because of the authority they hold. humans tend to want to work together, she knows, how they'll build a basic foundation to walk on, and continue moving up in time. they adore reaching greater heights where the gods may thrive, but their efforts mean they'll have to work harder and harder to ever achieve that. )
Does it pain you knowing there's a possibility that you'll never return, or do you believe with your assistance during that time you were with them that they can come together to heal one another? You have touched them with your kindness, and sometimes that influence is more than enough.
( she doesn't talk of him as a god, though, oh no. the last thing she wants is to give a human the thought that they can become a god just by helping one another, but he can become something far greater just by involving himself with others. human compassion is what drives them, support given that only they can understand from one another tends to help them in ways they believe they can't be. when they forget about the gods, humans are all they have left, and so the acknowledgement gives them hope and also opens the door for belief.
talking about patients and gods, it does give her fond memories of someone from the argo of long time ago. he wonders how hiyori would take to him if they met; though the other has a sour attitude much like castor, but he tends to do things his way no matter how much pursuasion is given. at the end of the day, he wanted to heal those with ailments much like hiyori.
to help others doesn't rely on being human or a god, it's the emotions attached to the idea. )
Sou.
( a request of his attention. ) To show such worry mocks your skills, you should think of how they will improve instead.
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God is dead, he remains dead, human the murderers of all murderers, and with his death humans were able to live. They were no longer bound by values and morals once set in stone, but instead able to build themselves up into something greater.
No, the dream of becoming a god is only for the small minded. He wishes to be something greater. But he's not some boorish fool who would look down on one who takes such pride in who they are by mockingly speaking of his ambitions. There's a respect to be paid to those who have dedicated their lives to looking over others and offered their assistance for such a small fee. Rather, he's always taken care to keep his ambitions to himself.
Even now when he thinks about how all that had been ruined makes his blood boil. But he lifts his head slightly, eyes raising to look at her properly with a smile that does nothing to betray his true feelings. ]
Do you think so? I find that worry is a sign of affection... A tadpole cannot become a frog in a day, and so such talent cannot be built up in such a short amount of time... Most of my patients weren't terribly wanted by other doctors.
[ Because he likes interesting things, because he likes puzzles that he can solve. He wants those who are a rubix cube that he can twist and turn and complete, those who won't bore him. He hasn't found anyone like that here yet, but he's sure someone or another will catch his eye eventually. He lets his hand fall forward, resting his chin on the back of his hand now, ]
But you're right nonetheless. One's learning is never done, and I only intend to sharpen my skills further.
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( as long as someone there follows the same steps with the same amount of love and care, then pollux believes all will be well. she's not too charmed by the idea that his skills are so limited that they're only good when he's around, and shouldn't it be even without him if he was to be somewhere else that they can still stand strong? the health of humans is a precarious subject as they don't hold up well like the gods, but that's why they can cherish their actions more. she turns to hiyori, a hand settles on his shoulder gently as pollux chuckles softly. )
It is the Dioscuri's duty to return you home safely. ( as well as to protect everyone aboard this cruise, but hiyori has done many things to gain the favor of the gods. she has no reason to think against her desire as her hand slowly runs down his arm to his elbow before pulling away. )
I wonder how time works here, if it's only a second that we're away until we blink, and open our eyes and we're back to where we started before appearing here.
( this world could also be seen as a lostbelt as well considering the pocket dimensions within the world that they're apparently sailing to thanks to the sea. if it is what she believes it to be, as long as they do away with the king, and find a way out they can return home but this world may not have the same properties as what she knows. it makes this place even more peculiar every day, but that doesn't change her mission when it comes to the supernatural and humans alike that she wishes to help them. )
You've been here for quite a time, isn't that right, Sou? Has anything here elevated your skills that you know of?
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[ He was raised to believe himself to live up to certain expectations, but one shouldn't protest too much. Both of his creations are since passed, but he has no regrets about them being erased. Rather, he's pleased that they're gone rather than left in the hands of filthy creatures that wouldn't understand the love that he put into them. But his methods remain, and so to deny that others can use them isn't all that unlike a parent who fusses over their child for fear of the slightest harm... No, it's the lamentations of a man who wished to do more in life. It does him no good.
He lifts the glass, swirling the contents before finally giving it a small sip as he thinks on those words. He's not lonely, but it's difficult not to miss being able to work with others so seamlessly. ]
Yes, that's correct. It's passed by at once agonizingly slow and in the blink of an eye... It would be nice if it were as you said. Those here might return from what might seem to be a long dream, one that they have and awaken from without a moment having passed.
[ He doesn't mind the idea for others. Wouldn't it be nice if he could hitch a ride with someone? He chuckles. ]
It's given me much to think about. My skills as a doctor and an engineer aren't as much use in a place where so many are cautious enough to avoid injury and distrusting enough to refuse care from those they don't know, but it's given me the opportunity to study and think on things which I wouldn't be able to elsewhere.
[ Rather, he wouldn't have reason to. ]
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( or if she could place it, it seems that they've created their groups that they feel comfortable with. the kindness they offer when explaining the situation is helpful enough, but they must only tend to others they deem worth it. when she thinks of natsuno who held a dear friend in his arms, he was livid to the point he began to snatch off the photos from the wall. pollux led with the wrong impression at first, but he's just one of the people she believes probably has those that he trusts, and others that he'd refuse. )
If there was some way to show your skills that they'd have faith in your abilities.
( or if one of his patients were here to back him up on how well his work ethic is. it's no good if everyone can't trust one another on this ship as they're all trapped in the same place, and none of them are better than the other. rather, saying this does nothing as it'd be better to offer an idea, but there's not one she can think of at the moment which she feels slightly disappointed in herself. she's an ancient god who offers guidance, but to do that she must understand the person next to her along with his goals and what helps him feel as though he's achieved something. )
They could rely on you more often, so I have a question for you, Sou. How do the rules of death work here? Have they lost their fear in dying that they accept scars to become untreatable or do they mentally believe that acting alone will bear fruit?
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[ For now anyway. It'll become a problem for those who stay here too long, especially those who were already numb to the idea. The sight of people coming and going will become commonplace. They'll stagnant and accept as a norm, or otherwise they'll break and be left inconsolable. Neither are ideal. But humans are at once all too adaptive and all too frail. Hiyori is no stranger to loss. He doesn't mourn those gone save what they took with him, but he's never forgotten slights and harm done.
It's more complicated to answer the question of working alone. Hiyori doesn't trust anyone, but nor does avoid working with others when it suits them. ]
It's what one would expect in a place with no centralized leadership, though. There's too many who prioritize their emotions over all else and let their decisions be guided as such.
[ He pauses, considering for a moment before he says, ]
Forgive me for being so blunt, but part of why I worry is that they're not the smartest group. I haven't seen many here that I would say are truly capable of thinking.
[ Which is all to say that they're idiots. ]
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( she won't say feelings aren't needed, but what she does know is that sometimes they have to make sure their feelings aren't what controls them always. as pollux is someone who is in tune with her own, there are others who become wild like castor once his feelings take control— pain and hatred mix, and that's not good for anyone. )
That's where guidance is needed. I've met a few here who have trouble choosing a direction, and so I offer my hand to their shoulder knowing we may go down the same way. I cannot lead them the entire way, but a bit of assistance goes a long way.
( she won't say that's what hiyori hasn't been doing for she wouldn't know, but that's how she would remedy it. when it comes to that, she leans forward against the counter as she brings the glass to her lips. the way he carries himself is like a smart man, someone dependable that hasn't been seen by everyone else which is a shape. those who can help the body are needed much more than others who only cause trouble and mischief for others. the taste lingers on her tongue, swishing the beverage from left to right before swallowing it down. )
Could you take upon the role of leadership for these people?
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[ As she says, a little bit of assistance can go a long way. But when he looks upon her, it seems as though it would be difficult for her. He keeps his eyes upon her, taking in her features - silky gold locks and stormy blue eyes that speak of the perils of the sea, soft features that hide an unshakable heart, a brilliant light, and all of the patience and kindness that love offers. He sees the high expectations and sternness that only love can bring.
But who is that love for, he wonders? Hiyori can love humans unequivocally because he has no one; if he were to guess, he should say that the person sitting next to him can do so because her heart is already tied up. The Dioscuri are bound by shackles and chains that can never be broken. The rest of the puzzle is still missing pieces, but his impressions rarely betray him. He's sure, though, that this woman is of no real value to those around her when they will never be who's reflected in her eyes, nor the flower that's budded in her heart.
How greedy humans are to wish to take the spot another, to give into such temptation to push them out to satisfy their own desires - ah, but how rewarding it would be to replace them! How it would fix their every flaw and insecurity if only they could prove themselves better than another! But love is a seed that plants itself in the heart before budding and finally blooming, the roots and vines spreading throughout the body and bringing color and life to the world even as it takes the life of the host. ]
It must be difficult for you to offer your assistance to those who are still at the beginning of their journey. You are filled with virtue and a divine grace. Your love is pure, and so you must wait atop the summit of Mount Purgatory. But humans must make the long trek through Hell and recognize their sins in Purgatory before they can reach out to take your hand and be purified of them... I should think fo how to guide them to you then, hm...
[ It's not quite a serious comment, but rather a natural extension of their conversation. The Dioscuri are forever complete; Sou Hiyori is forever unbound. Both have the love that makes up virtue and vice alike, and isn't it such a nice dream for those here to raise each other up so? Either way, it's an acknowledgment in its own right that they need take responsibility for each other, but also the care and guidance that they offer... Or more simply, it's a very polite way of saying that he just knows how many of them are immature children who need an adult to care for them and that's not really her job. ]
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polydeuces is his brother's keeper, even now.
for everyone else, she can't help but be grateful for hiyori's assistance, to hear that he'll bring them up when she's unable to descend for them is an endeavor that not many humans can do themselves. heracles was different, he was the child of a god, one gifted incredible strength and good looks, she could say that hiyori qualifies for one of the two traits, but strength will have to come later. pollux crosses her legs as she takes another sip of her drink, swallowing it down as soon as it touches her tongue to relish in the flavor. )
To come and go, you must have seen so much to know the layout in order to assist the others.
( she won't call him the grim reaper, nor will she assume him to be hades himself— her uncle is... something, but she doesn't think that hiyori would be like him. instead, perhaps he's the one who guides those on the boat back and forth through the underworld across the river styx. having that role would mean knowing every exit and entrance, and if he wanted, he could lead them out to a safe place or drive them down lower and lover. )
It's brave of you, Sou, these individuals need someone that'll be their support, but not crumble under the pressure. Some people here call themselves captains, and it's as if they never lead a group of people in their lives. Really, to have you is a small blessing in disguise, but they haven't seen it yet.
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[ They can still contribute, of course, but there are those here who are in possession of talent while lacking the environment. It's a tragedy for those who would surely shine if given the chance, but without a clear purpose or anything familiar it's easy for those who would otherwise shine to dim; without a common goal to hold them together, groups start to fracture.
Hiyori was meant for something far greater and far less lonely. If only he could keep himself safe, then he would always be happy. If he had lived and Sara hadn't been tainted, they would have made a wonderful pair. He could have taught her how to utilize that natural talent that led to both cruelty and charisma. He stares down at his glass. There's a hint of reflection, the perfect contemplative smile that he wears - a little kind, a little sympathetic, and promising thoughts of what could be. He lifts his head and brings the glass to his lips, tipping it back to take a small sip. It tastes fine watered down. ]
My parents raised me with care so that I might be able to lead on a grander scale, and so I'm more suited to our current climate... It will take time, but I'm certain that I can be of assistance in guiding this group down the right path.
[ At the very least, he won't satisfy himself with loitering around and griping about being unable to act. There are always things one can do. ]
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( there's a lot he can do, has shown he can do really, and that makes him an asset if anyone manages to use their eyes to see that. the difficulty is showing one's worth when others can fight and think against it, believe that someone else serves the purpose better but only because they like them more. ah, groups should expand, but she doesn't know how the groups can to be like they did. )
We could start there by teaching the people here. You must know things that they don't, and... being a little oblivious so that they teach you is fine, even if you already do.
( then they think they're helping someone else, but that allows for them to find out they're still useful and not being dragged by the hand— not everyone is fond of it, but she knows hiyori can do so with flair and charisma.
she catches him though taking a drink, and he swallows without any hesitation unlike the others she's seen. )
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[ It's not a lie; Hiyori doesn't lie, but he doesn't feel the need to unload all of the details of his personal life, as is the case with most people. If he hadn't been raised that way, he would no doubt be one more person who will never truly live. It's by his hands that their lives are given meaning.
He lives in a gray world, one that blues and reds no longer dot and splash, but he lives all the same. ]
You're right, though. It's important for adults to let children teach them what they've learned, and to speak of what they care of. If they're not able to, they develop a complex. It's no different than doing everything for them.
[ He's not comparing the adults here to children, of course, though there are plenty of those. The same idea principle applies though, as listening and allowing them to express their thoughts is often of more help than explaining things to them. Hiyori doesn't mind that, as he prefers to say little about himself while hearing much of others. His credentials are one thing, but his life is something different. ]
You listen to their thoughts and respond, and perhaps you learn to think of things in a differen way. It makes for a far more productive conversation for both parties.