So she does. She is not a child, and was not born as such; she was created, fully formed, in her current shape. Something of a pet project of Elpis's chief overseer, though I am given to understand he is still perfecting her.
She is still new enough to the world, I believe, and somewhat sheltered besides due to his work.
[a slight shrug of one shoulder, there.]
On the rarer side, certainly-- she is of a quite different composition than most, and we do not often bring forth creations possessed of free will. [so she does have that, but:] We cannot, however, bring forth life which has its own soul.
So free will, but no soul. [ ... he has to wonder, how the raven queen would feel about that. the thought makes him a little uneasy, though it doesn't show on his face. ] ... Wonder if that gets messed with, here.
People and things here that're -- not human, not like that, apparently are in some ways in this place. [ vague ] At least, that's my experience.
Largely, I oversee its flow. I ensure all is well within it, that there is naught which would trouble it or the souls within.
[a momentary pause.]
...and, should situations outside the norm occur, I am the one called upon to handle them. Troublesome drifting souls and the like, which resist its pull.
[ vax ducks his head a little bit - for a moment, emet won't be able to see his expression, though it's somewhere between wry and "holy shit" ] You been doing that long?
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[ well!! it's. a very new job! so that's kind of complicated, but, at least he mostly knows the workings of it.
a bit absently, he reaches up to toy with one of the feathers on his armor. ]
Just like you described it: I'm the goddess of death's Champion. Help bring back people when they've passed on, and... catch the ones who toy with life and death, bring them in. Fight for her. Things like that.
You're big enough to be one. [ this is a joke ] Mask doesn't help your case either.
[ but... he frowns, thoughtful - trying to decide how to answer. ]
...sort of. It's more like - there are strings. Threads. And maybe you die, get eaten by a dragon, but a real strong cleric finds you and you do a ritual and you get to come back to life. Means your string just hasn't been cut yet, and it's meant to be that way.
But when its your time to go [ (how lucky i have been, to have known all of you.) ] ...then it's your time to go. I find the people or - creatures, or whatever - who try and cheat that.
[ it's... interesting. vax never in a million years thought he'd talk to someone with a similar experience; what a chance to ask questions. ] Is it common for you?
Not precisely, no, and certainly not among my own kind. But there are other souls in the world, and there are times when they pass before they are fully prepared; they are burdened by something, and resist the pull of the stream, drifting.
[a few moments of consideration.]
And at times, such drifting souls cause unexpected troubles. I have seen one merge with an arcane creation, magic in the guise of a flaming bird; the soul's presence, burning in its breast, kept others from being able to fully destroy the creature. It would only rise once more, still anguished. Ever fleeing from its demise, and ever succeeding, but never escaping its pain.
These souls are my responsibility, as well. No other could give unto it an end.
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[he's wearing, like, a plain white half-mask for the record i think i forgot that. he'll keep cutting the flowers for him, though.]
I was able to create this one, at least, but it is not the one of my seat.
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Was wondering.
[ ... ] You're from the same place as Meteion, aren't you?
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I take it she has said as much?
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Not really. Just that everybody where she was from wore masks.
[ handing him another sunflower. ]
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She belongs to one of our researchers, yes-- though somehow, it seems she has been brought here without her creator.
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[ hm. he frowns, looking at the flower. ] A kid like that has a creator?
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...An experiment? [ that's fucked up ] ... Still a child, though. In her mannerisms, and - still got a consciousness and a brain. She's a good kid.
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[a slight shrug of one shoulder, there.]
On the rarer side, certainly-- she is of a quite different composition than most, and we do not often bring forth creations possessed of free will. [so she does have that, but:] We cannot, however, bring forth life which has its own soul.
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So free will, but no soul. [ ... he has to wonder, how the raven queen would feel about that. the thought makes him a little uneasy, though it doesn't show on his face. ] ... Wonder if that gets messed with, here.
People and things here that're -- not human, not like that, apparently are in some ways in this place. [ vague ] At least, that's my experience.
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[his head is cocked just slightly, curious.]
I cannot speak to whether there would be alteration to the soul here, however. Not with my sight dampened.
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[ the swords..... ]
You can... [ wait a minute ] - you can see people's souls?
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Under normal circumstances, yes. 'Tis something of a requirement for my position.
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Position?
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[as if this is just
a totally normal and expected thing to say?
to be fair, for him it is.]
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haha ]
...The underworld, huh? What do you do with that?
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[a momentary pause.]
...and, should situations outside the norm occur, I am the one called upon to handle them. Troublesome drifting souls and the like, which resist its pull.
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'ssat right?
[ vax ducks his head a little bit - for a moment, emet won't be able to see his expression, though it's somewhere between wry and "holy shit" ] You been doing that long?
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[he watches the way vax ducks his head, pausing a moment.]
Does this trouble you?
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[ he huffs a laugh, glancing back at him. ]
...'ve got the same job. That's all.
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[a brief quirk of his brows, there, eyeing vax with more interest.]
So few seem to even be familiar that I had hardly expected any others to have their own involvement. What is your duty like, where you originate?
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a bit absently, he reaches up to toy with one of the feathers on his armor. ]
Just like you described it: I'm the goddess of death's Champion. Help bring back people when they've passed on, and... catch the ones who toy with life and death, bring them in. Fight for her. Things like that.
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[a contemplative hum, there.]
Is it common, for those who have passed to fail to reach their destination?
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[ but... he frowns, thoughtful - trying to decide how to answer. ]
...sort of. It's more like - there are strings. Threads. And maybe you die, get eaten by a dragon, but a real strong cleric finds you and you do a ritual and you get to come back to life. Means your string just hasn't been cut yet, and it's meant to be that way.
But when its your time to go [ (how lucky i have been, to have known all of you.) ] ...then it's your time to go. I find the people or - creatures, or whatever - who try and cheat that.
[ it's... interesting. vax never in a million years thought he'd talk to someone with a similar experience; what a chance to ask questions. ] Is it common for you?
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[a few moments of consideration.]
And at times, such drifting souls cause unexpected troubles. I have seen one merge with an arcane creation, magic in the guise of a flaming bird; the soul's presence, burning in its breast, kept others from being able to fully destroy the creature. It would only rise once more, still anguished. Ever fleeing from its demise, and ever succeeding, but never escaping its pain.
These souls are my responsibility, as well. No other could give unto it an end.