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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:06 pm
Putting her hand over where her heart should be, she said softly, "I am made of clay. I was sculpted and then brought to life, specifically to be one god's bride. However, I wished to experience life as mortals do, to make my own mistakes. The gods agreed and sent me here." She envied him. He most likely could feel things as normal mortals could, while she was limited.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:28 pm
Nodding, the boy seems to understand. The whole Gods thing probably not, but he didn't quite understand religion to begin with. Holding out his hand, palm facing up, he forms a small tornado within the palm of his hand. "I am," he pauses, not quite sure how to put it. He didn't know exactly, but he could take a guess. "... of the wind..." he replies, not grasping the word spirit, which would be the 'technical' term. Feelings he may have, but understand them? Not so much. Mortal? Not so much that either. Moving his hand back to his pocket, he glances up at her, awaiting a reaction.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:35 pm
Tilting her head as she examined the tornado curiously, she said, "I have seen Aeolus and the other four gods of the winds create such... But all of them are accounted for. Gods can not die, after all..." Looking at him more closely, she said, "Perhaps you are a spirt of the wind? One that belongs to no particular direction?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:50 pm
"Possibly." he replies, taking that as a fairly justified answer. Still confused at all this talk of Gods, he tries not to let that show. "Direction.....?" he asks after a moment, not quite getting what she meant by that. All he knew was that his very essence was of the wind, and that, if concentrating enough, he could make himself vanish, turning into the late breeze that blows your bangs into your eyes just to play tricks.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:55 pm
Blinking, she said, "Of course. North, south, east, and west. Direction. Otherwise, I'm sure Aeolus or one of the others wouldn't have left you alone..." She bit her lower lip as she said that. The gods were not the same as the goddesses in her experience. If she had to say who she prefered, it would easily be those of her own gender. They took better care of their own creations, at least.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:17 pm
"And these.... are Gods?" he asks, still not really getting it. Gods? What was she talking about? Maybe he should ask or something....? But then he'd look like an idiot, and if this wasn't someone he'd be sharing a living area with for the next year, he wouldn't have cared. "Gods....?" he asks again, to himself this time.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:25 pm
Only somewhat surpised now that she had learned his true age, she asked kindly, "Do you know what a god is?" It would be difficult to explain. It had always been a part of her knowledge, it seemed, being one of their creations. However, she would try, if it would help the boy.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:49 pm
Shaking his head, Ciarin looks back up at the girl before him. He had been made? He was a..... a creation? He had always figured that he'd just been a bit of lost wind, taking a form of it's own. But now, this girl, his roommate, was telling him that he was something someone had made, and, apparently, thrown out and was forgotten. Blinking, the boy's expression shifts back to one of despair, even as he tries to control it. "I was..... forgotten?" he asks, not really caring what a God is at the moment.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 3:50 pm
"That is what I would assume..." she confirmed, a frown on her face. "Zeus, his brothers, and his sons are well known for creating people they regard as little more than toys. They are like spoiled children. It is why I am grateful that the one who brought me to life was the goddess, Hera, and I was raised by the three Virgins." Taking one of his hands in to hers, she said comfortingly, "It is most likely for the best. You can live as you will, do what you please, be your own person. If whoever created you stayed with you, they would have tried to use you for their goals or enjoyment. That is no way to live." Personal experience had taught her that, through Narcissus.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 5:45 pm
He stands there, blinking. "O....kay." her replies, nodding. He still looks a bit upset at this. How could someone be so.... shallow? Yes, shallow was the word. He blinks again, still shocked at the whole thing. He'd been made as a sort of twisted toy, and then forgotten. Was that his purpose? To have been someone's toy, an object easily discarded? He allows the girl to take his hand, not really taking notice. "This is....." not able to finish his sentence, Ciarin merely stands there, confused and lost.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 8:58 pm
Narcissa tugged at her roommate's hand to bring his attention back to the conversation. "I am sorry if I have upset you," she apologized honestly. "For all I know, I could be completely wrong. I only know the way of the gods, with no real knowledge of the mundane world." She was feeling bad, for saying immediately came to her mind. "Are mortals not suppose to say everything they think for this reason, so they do not hurt the feelings of others?" The question was just a thought of hers, but she voiced it anyway, unsure of herself now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:54 am
"I'm not..... exactly a" he paused, not really sure what she meant by her last question. "a mortal." he finishes, looking back at the girl before him. The girl probably hadn't meant any ill-meaning by her words, though it still hurt to think of what may be true about himself. Wanting to change the subject, he thought it best that they not dwell on such a strange and painful topic. "What is..... your name?" he asks, obviously trying his best to steer the conversation in a better direction. Normally he'd have let it drop, moved away from the girl, but a bad relationship with his roommate couldn't end well.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:01 am
Blinking in surprise, she realized that by coming through the window, he hadn't seen the door with both their names on them. "My name is Narcissa," she told him pleasantly. "Though, I also answer to Nara." Leon, at least, had preferred her nickname as opposed to her full one. She didn't blame him. It didn't exactly thrill her to have a name so close to Narcissus.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:55 am
"Nara...." he nods, liking the name. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to pronounce Narcissa without trying a few times, and preferring not to look like an idiot, he'd use her nickname. "My name.... is Ciarin." he replies, not knowing that the girl already knew his name. "Or Arin.... if you prefer." he nods, deciding to allow the girl before him to use the nickname he'd used in towns.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:06 pm
Smiling, she nodded her head in return. This boy wasn't too bad, and he seemed to innocent to cause her problems. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt her to stay here. She would give it a try at least. Narcissa sighed and tugged at the end of her braid. The girl was still upset about Leon. He had seemed so nice, but then he went and called her shallow. Her greatest fear was becoming like Narcissus, and he had hinted that she doing just that.
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