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paradisa2013-01-03 10:08 am
thehangedrose) wrote in paradisa2013-01-03 10:08 am
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nine paintings burned
[Well, this is a voice which hasn't been heard over the journals in a while.]
[The whole fool business has made Garry quite wary- after all, it reminded him too much of the time when he started acting like a different person back home due to the maddening influence of the dolls in the art gallery, not to mention that fake version of himself that populated his own nightmare and terrorized people in the castle.]
[But, well, now it's over. He can go back to thinking about the holidays and his friends instead, but a few questions have been sticking stubbornly to the back of his mind like glue, and he can't quite shake them off so easily. So he begins to speak, hesitant but curious as to what people would say.]
You know...back home, there's a really famous artist called Guertena. I don't really know how many people here have heard of him, what with the "coming from different worlds" thing and all, but he's a pretty big name where I come from.
But um, anyways...I just remembered something I read that he wrote. I don't recall the exact words, but...he said something like "It is said that spirits dwell in objects in which people put their feelings...therefore I will try to immerse myself in my work, to try to impart my own spirit into my creations."
[There's a pause.]
I mean, it does sound like something that an eccentric artist would say, but...the whole point is that it was true. He somehow did manage to make his own paintings and sculptures come to life...
[He drifts off awkwardly, before clearing his throat and continuing.]
What I'm trying to say is...is that possible? Putting yourself into your own work so you could sort of...live forever, I mean. I'm no expert on magic, but how and why would you do something like that? Living forever as an object must be a horrible fate, indeed...but maybe it's better than dying, in a way.
If you could live forever by putting your own spirit into something, would you? Just food for thought, I suppose.
[The Once-ler]
[And he's about to close the journal and end it at that, but there is another issue that has been nagging at him for a while. A girlfriend-related issue, actually.]
Can we...talk? There's something I want to discuss with you.
[The whole fool business has made Garry quite wary- after all, it reminded him too much of the time when he started acting like a different person back home due to the maddening influence of the dolls in the art gallery, not to mention that fake version of himself that populated his own nightmare and terrorized people in the castle.]
[But, well, now it's over. He can go back to thinking about the holidays and his friends instead, but a few questions have been sticking stubbornly to the back of his mind like glue, and he can't quite shake them off so easily. So he begins to speak, hesitant but curious as to what people would say.]
You know...back home, there's a really famous artist called Guertena. I don't really know how many people here have heard of him, what with the "coming from different worlds" thing and all, but he's a pretty big name where I come from.
But um, anyways...I just remembered something I read that he wrote. I don't recall the exact words, but...he said something like "It is said that spirits dwell in objects in which people put their feelings...therefore I will try to immerse myself in my work, to try to impart my own spirit into my creations."
[There's a pause.]
I mean, it does sound like something that an eccentric artist would say, but...the whole point is that it was true. He somehow did manage to make his own paintings and sculptures come to life...
[He drifts off awkwardly, before clearing his throat and continuing.]
What I'm trying to say is...is that possible? Putting yourself into your own work so you could sort of...live forever, I mean. I'm no expert on magic, but how and why would you do something like that? Living forever as an object must be a horrible fate, indeed...but maybe it's better than dying, in a way.
If you could live forever by putting your own spirit into something, would you? Just food for thought, I suppose.
[The Once-ler]
[And he's about to close the journal and end it at that, but there is another issue that has been nagging at him for a while. A girlfriend-related issue, actually.]
Can we...talk? There's something I want to discuss with you.
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Because their power, while great, had great consequences upon the planet. Where a desert stands in my time, a verdant land was in theirs - however the use of their power caused the.. spring, in that area, to grow out of control, and rather than producing life, it destroyed a great deal of it. A greater similar thing that was the result of their powers - in combination with a form of technology - was the creation of a monster that sought to devour the planet. They sacrificed themselves to keep it off the world, and until a man thought he held a weapon, they did for a thousand years.
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So, they sacrificed their lives to make sure others would be hurt? That's...very noble of them, really.
... "wouldn't be hurt", right-
Is. [ Maybe.. a tiny bit reluctant sounding, that agreement. ]
Problem is that human memory changes - those few that remained were given a task, and that task all but forgotten by my time, creating a repetition of events. However, rather than hundreds of Children, there was one.
yes right I CAN GRAMMAR I SWEAR
I mean, that last Child...he or she must have been very lonely, to have his entire race disappear like that.
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Perhaps. She did not know of any others, or what her coloration meant, until events pulled her from her sheltered life.
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Did you know her yourself? Or did you just hear of her?
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[ And fought her once, even- ]
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Guess there's no such thing as a "happily ever after", huh.
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[ Of course, he would have been quite fine with dying then. ]
Of course, if is not close to 'fair', it is no where near 'perfect'.
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