[ semi-open ] and sometimes we sing to the dawn

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Who: Lord Light, a couple of people (closed threads in toplevels within), and you.
When: April 12-15, thereabouts
Where: Around Capablanca
What: A useless old man ponders the meaning of his existence. And also builds some things on the side.
Rating: PG+ for Adra's mouth

one;

[ Contrary to first impressions, there is indeed peace and quiet to be found in Capablanca. As one walks along the beaches further and away from the town center, the number of establishments dwindle one by one - until the last ice-cream parlour marks the end of built shoreline. The stretch of untouched sand may be quite small compared to the rest of the beach, but it's still sizeable. Sizeable enough to provide a place of relative silence for Heroes to meditate properly.

It is here, upon the sand, that he draws. Detailed, complex images are sketched into the beachside, a little away from the shoreline so that they would be untouched at low tide. It takes him hours to complete a single drawing, but he doesn't complain a single bit - merely one figure with white hair bent down close to the ground with a single branch in his hand.

At night, high tide washes them away, but he returns for at least an hour every day to add one or two. At other times he builds perfectly regular rings out of shells and other materials lying around, all without a single word. A few locals come to watch, but even then their curiosity wears out as he continues, focused on his task.

If anything, the art is pretty. But what could they mean? ]

two;

[ On an afternoon when the sun is not as harsh, he climbs Ventoso Hill alone. Once he's reached the top, he elects to stand and watch the scenery - he's so still that he might have been mistaken for a statue, if not for the fact that his hair moves and flutters in an opportune breeze.

After a while, he shifts his stance to one more regal, and he begins to sing with a voice much younger than his speaking intonation. When he finishes, there's the slightest hint of a smile on his expression - but it will fade away as soon as he is approached, returning to his normal calmness.

His voice resumes its usual pitch, too. ]

Can I help you with anything?

three;

[ In the mornings, he can be found near the piers - or more specifically, where the seabirds frequent. He might be seated on the jetty or walking along the beach with a small bag of breadcrumbs, and after a while seagulls will start to flock to his location. He feeds them with a rather distant expression (more distant than usual, that is), letting them land on his shoulders and arms.

However, if you express interest in what he's doing, he'll look up with a much more focused countenance. ]

Hello. Would you like to feed them as well?

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Comments

[tarotcards]

Thank you.

[ He takes the bag and returns the smile. He'll try not to use too much of the stranger's breadcrumbs so he just grabs a small amount in his hand and just flicks his wrist to throw them onto the ground before him. ]

You feed them like this, I'm assuming?

[meanballerina]

[She also feels some faint recognition of him. Then again, he does stand out with his long white hair and strange art -- either one would be enough to intrigue her without worrying about her instincts.]

Just curious. You're a good artist.

[troyhard]

[ What a great guy. He's definitely the type of person Slaine wants to surround himself with right now. Those who were (fortunately) blissfully unaware of the post, or those who just willing choose to not acknowledge or judge him for it.

He nods his head as he slowly takes the bag from Lord Light's hand. As soon as he takes some of the the bread crumbs and gently tosses it towards the birds' direction, they immediately flock over to the free meal. Within seconds, every little bit has been pecked clean. Then they eye both Heroes, expecting and squawking for more. ]

W-wow, they're really eager. Do you come to feed them often?

you get first use of his moe icon

[accordance]

[ Does it sound strange for a deity of law to take interest in such things? ]

I listened when you played them. They are quite good, considering your ability.

[ As a physical manifestation, he's always loved music. Despite their very nature as atmospheric vibrations, there's still something about it that makes it beautiful. ]

[accordance]

[ For the most part, he remains still. Perhaps the man is just curious - Thunderland has not showed any malicious intent so far, so he is willing to allow this invasion of his personal space. ]

It is not a wig. [ Natural, he says, as he turns to face the other proper. ] Why 'a means'? If you wish so, you could simply ask.

[corpsedoctor]

Amazing. It's feeling is... wig came to mind because there is something not quite... but I that said. It's probably to do where it is that you come from. How is your body handling being in this world? Are you feeling any recent fatigue?

[ He lifts his head up, realization dawning. ] That is right! You could sing from your carrier. That would reach all of the Heroes. Would you be willing to do that, sir? [ A moment of silence. ] Before that I should say that my name is Doctor Thunderland Junior. I say before, but it actually came after... sorry.

[accordance]

[ The seagulls approach as soon as the breadcrumbs are thrown - hesitant at first, but quickly picking up their pace once they've established that Souji isn't going to kick them. Soon, there's a good flock of them pecking at the ground around the two of them. ]

Yes. I do this in Caissa as well. It could be considered a habit.

[ He doesn't really know why he has that much of a fondness of birds, save for the fact that they could naturally take wing. Even his own wings resembled theirs. ]

[accordance]

[ Everything happens for a reason. It's difficult for mortals to cast aside their preconceptions, but he has no issue with it. He understands, and that is enough. ]

Not here. I came to Capablanca only a few days prior, but I feed the birds in Caissa as well. [ If it hasn't been noticed right now, he's given his status away as a hero. ] I quite enjoy their company.

[ He'll watch Slaine feed them now, keeping himself perfectly still. ]

[accordance]

[ Unlike some immortals, he's always had no problem with showing that he was different. It is no use to deny the truth, after all. ]

I try. These are blueprints, however. I am no literary artist.

[ He draws from plans, not for art itself. That's not something he's very good at. ]

[accordance]

[ Ah, he's a doctor. That makes a little more sense now. ]

I have adapted very well, thank you. [ He's leaving out the mental details, but that comes with being a suddenly depowered deity... ] I can consider the avenue. It merely settles to choosing an appropriate time and place to do so, I would not wish to interrupt or inconvenience anybody.

[ When Thunderland introduces himself, he gets a nod. ]

I am Lord Light. Are you a physician?

Two

[oneirism]

[Of course the sound of singing catches her attention, and her curiosity prompts her to follow that singing to it's source. So it's a surprise when she finds it's Lord Light singing on top of the hill.

But she waits patiently for him to finish, attentively listening to the song with a soft smile, before she steps closer when he notices her approach.]

... Nope, I was just curious. I'm glad I was able to hear you sing, though.

[meanballerina]

Blueprints?

[Natasha gives the drawing another, more studious look.]

What for?

[corpsedoctor]

I'm relieved to hear that! [ Interesting first name. ] Yes, that is very considerate to you and I'm certain that the hearts of everyone will be grateful for what it is that you do for them.

[ He gives a quick nod. ] Physician. Scientist. Both at the same when it comes to bodies. [ His own brand of joking and he smiles his awkward smile. Really trying that casual conversation. ] So, I take it that you are a lordship where you come from, Light?

what a prize!! :D

[cutiepanther]

[ For Maki? No, she only sees him as being a strange human, not something different altogether. She doesn't have the frame of reference to think otherwise. ]

"Considering my ability?" [ she asks, her eyes suddenly narrowing. Unsurprisingly, Maki is most definitely a human and reacts with the most normal human suspicion. ]

for his children only

[accordance]

[ Well, he's just saying the truth here. ]

It takes decades of study to compose a work capable of resounding within the hearts of a nation. For someone of your age, you write as well as several grade-qualified composers I used to know.

[ The less-talented ones, but details. It's a sort of compliment. ]

[accordance]

Devices. Instruments. Vessels for reaching the skies.

[ With that, he stands, dusting his clothes a little. ]

They are of little use now. I drew them as a mental exercise.

[sunderings]

What a luxury it is, to wait.

[ Were it in him, he could be envious, resentful of this man who has time to spare, for it is something which Sion has never had—always, he had carved a path forward, rushing against the hand of fate to break the rule (that beautiful equation of HUMAN) which would see his realm erased. And now, now he has spent two months, some weeks and some days, entrapped in a cage which has parted him from his campaign. He is not unconvinced that his presence in Enprise is not yet another elaborate work of the Goddesses, those who feared the power of his name and would seek to confine him yet again, so he would not break that which has always been, and because of it...

He has been agitated, a reckless thing, even if he seems the picture of ease, at present. ]

If one could but wait a thousand years, imagine how the knowledge, the magic of humanity might coalesce into a single, searing burst of revelation.

[ Drawing back his hand, he turns his eyes toward the sky, the white locks of his hair pooling atop the sand. ]

More than a ladder, it would be transcendence true. [ He gives pause, then, before carrying on without further preamble: ] I have wondered at something, ever since we fought at one another's back at Palamède.

[ The stare which he turns upon Lord Light is fathomless, primordial and deep, far beyond his own years. ]

What are you?

[accordance]

[ Lord Light is one accustomed to silence. Had Sion not followed his reply with a question, he might have continued their exchange of cryptic metaphors - but that train had abruptly been severed by an inquiry that is so very real.

However, reality itself can be difficult to explain. All mortal beings - and even some gods - experience it through a filter. There are very few who can see the world as it is, without the need to route it through sensory organs, and he is one of them. One born from the cold logicality of reality did not need those filters to perceive the world. How, then, does one convey the raw meaning of it all to someone who could not comprehend it?

The answer he gives is delivered in the same quiet tone as before, his own grey eyes calm and lucid. No sign of emotion, merely acceptance. ]

I am Lord Light.

[ He has no name, only a title. A title given to a concept that was borne out from the desires of collective humanity, a concept that did not originally exist in the laws of the world. His title carried their hopes, the image that they gave to him. To ask the nature that lay deeper than that would require comprehension that even he did not have.

The one lie that he could not pierce. ]

[accordance]

[ He'd beg to differ on that, but he's never one to push for details or ruin a joke. So Thunderland merely gets a nod of acknowledgement. ]

Perhaps when we find a festival, then I will do so. [ Then, the question now. ] No. I am Lord Light. My name is one part, not two.

[ The title joined to the supposed name. As a whole title in itself. ]

[corpsedoctor]

A festival. That might be good.

[ He holds his chin as he thinks more about it. Lifting his head up, he is a little surprised that is the whole name. ] Ah, my apologies. [ There may have been a moment in saying that it would feel odd to call him just 'lord,' but that is his name and the name that is normal in his world. He should not press what he considers normal onto another. ]

Then, Lord, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. And mind if I ask you, have you been capable of using any of the magic in this world?

[accordance]

[ To that, he gives her a nod. ]

I mentioned to you that I can speak in many voices. My singing voice can change as well.

[ But anyway. Now that she was here: ]

Would you like me to continue?

[rememberher]

[ The half-question amuses her, the young blond smiling a bit more, a gentle giggle playing on her lips. It wasn't that she was unused to someone so polite, but it was still a bit unexpected. Lux shook her head. ]

I don't think so. And as far as I know, drawing in the sand isn't illegal here, so I think you're all right.

[accordance]

That is good.

[ There's a pause here - a slightly longer one to pass as a breather during conversation, so it's evident that he's thinking. ]

Did you come to see these?

[ He has no doubt that there are people who do stop to look at them once he's gone, but - to find the artist himself is a bit more effort than he would have been expecting. ]

[accordance]

[ That's still not correct, which gets a slight pause and an almost imperceptible frown. But it's over as quickly as it appeared. ]

I am Lord Light. You may nickname me, if you wish. Many do, they find my name unwieldy to use for various reasons.

[ There's been LL, Lord Light-san, and various variations of 'idiot'. Or would Thunderland use his name in full? ]

[corpsedoctor]

Ah. Is that how they say it where you come from?

[ Somehow. He shakes his head, again. ] I am Thunderland Junior. People can just call me without adding the "Junior," but I would not consider it a nickname. That your name and somehow, it seems unfortunate to me not to call you it.

So! Lord Light, it is.