[ 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

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[ The delivery of his next statement is surprisingly calm, given the gravity of it. ]

It is. My world is no more.

[ It did not crumble as much as being wiped out entirely. Not a single rock remained. ]

Are you surprised?

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[ Calm. How could he be this calm even though his world no longer exist? ]

Yes.

[ Tieria couldn't imagine how he would feel if Earth is no more but one thing he knows for sure is that he would never be this calm. It would hurt to lose the place that he fought so hard to save, to preserve and to protect. Without Earth, what purpose would he serve? ]

It was an unavoidable outcome, wasn't it?

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[ He can be, because he is a being of very little emotions to begin with. And it really does all make more sense in hindsight. ]

All things must come to an end. People, nations, even entire worlds. Even a god cannot change that.

[ The least of all him, the weakest of all the chief deities on his homeworld. What goes through Tieria's mind right now, about the lack of a purpose - it's something he's struggling with at this very moment . ]

Would you rather leave something with terminal illness to live till its last breath, or euthanize it to prevent prolonged suffering? Fate chose the latter. It was a plan that only came to light with my Sight. Agents from across the disc, acting of their own accord, brought togethet a chain of events that erased my world.

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[ It's a loaded question. But there's one thing that draws his attention. Fate. Tieria would never leave anything to fate. That to him is simply irresponsible. An excuse for not doing everything one can when in face with dilemma. But of course he also understands that he knows nothing of Lord Light's world to call out his choice. ]

Could the machine be completed and the diplomacy missions be carried out so that the plan to migrates your people away be done if measures was taken to stop the agents? I don't know how much time you had, but if there's hope, I will never abandon my world to it's demise without doing all I can.

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[ It's a very loaded question indeed, when one comes to speak of fate and the inevitable cascaed of consequence. ]

It could be, if our disc had not erupted into war. One nation sought to conquer its remaining piece for itself, the other was embroiled in political upheaval. A butterfly's wingbeats can inadvertently cause a storm. Small mishaps, disagreements can multiply. And so it did, until a cascade brought about escalating tensions.

[ There is a pause, and here he looks almost regretful. ]

I wished only peace for my people. We had to take up arms against an invasion force that derived strength from killing. There was simply no time.