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theweakhavepurpose) wrote2018-09-15 01:30 pm
theweakhavepurpose) wrote2018-09-15 01:30 pm
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This is... this is Deputy Pratt of the Hope County sheriff's department...
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This is... this is Deputy Pratt of the Hope County sheriff's department...
art credit code creditWell, you are welcome to stop by our house, if you'd like, the one with the stone chimney. Or, ah. Perhaps just the garden outside that I'm working on. [He's not sure how Glacius feels about company he's not acquainted with in their new abode.] Speaking of gardens—
[He offers Pratt the parcel from under his arm, a heavy package wrapped in plain paper and tied with a string. It's nothing fancy, but hey, at least he tried. As for what's inside, it certainly feels and weighs like it might be a rock, something just big enough to fill the crook of one's forearm.]
I thought you might enjoy this.
[He offers Pratt the parcel from under his arm, a heavy package wrapped in plain paper and tied with a string. It's nothing fancy, but hey, at least he tried. As for what's inside, it certainly feels and weighs like it might be a rock, something just big enough to fill the crook of one's forearm.]
I thought you might enjoy this.
Edited 2019-01-20 01:57 (UTC)
I'm all for pleasant surprises. Sometimes back home I'd find $20 in a pair of jeans before I washed them and that'd make my whole day.
[He is a man of simple needs.]
Oh.
It's..
I guess the best way to describe it is it's the apocalypse. But some people will survive it by hiding out in bunkers and ushering in a new Eden. A new paradise.
Or so The Father says.
...
He's probably full of shit.
[He says it under his breath as if Jacob is standing right there ready to stab him for blaspheming.]
[He is a man of simple needs.]
Oh.
It's..
I guess the best way to describe it is it's the apocalypse. But some people will survive it by hiding out in bunkers and ushering in a new Eden. A new paradise.
Or so The Father says.
...
He's probably full of shit.
[He says it under his breath as if Jacob is standing right there ready to stab him for blaspheming.]
[We? Our? Carlisle lives with someone? He's trying to remember what all he saw during the memory share event and determine which one of those people was willing to put up with someone as cranky and twitchy as Carlisle. He's coming up blank.]
You're building another garden? That'll be great. We need more greenery.
[ He takes the package, it's far heavier than expected and he sets it on the railing to undo the string and peel off the paper. He's pretty sure it's not a package bomb, so he feels safe opening it. But whatever it is weighs a lot. ]
You're building another garden? That'll be great. We need more greenery.
[ He takes the package, it's far heavier than expected and he sets it on the railing to undo the string and peel off the paper. He's pretty sure it's not a package bomb, so he feels safe opening it. But whatever it is weighs a lot. ]
You can do a lot with twenty credits, so I'd imagine you could do the same with twenty dollars.
[and she was raised with minimalism. Winema Wazzo didn't believe in spoiling her child, although she certainly had resources to do so.
she listens carefully with a thoughtful expression]
The apocalypse and Eden? Like in the Terran Bible? [she bites her tongue to avoid saying "but no one's believed in that for four hundred years"]
I don't know who the Father is, but I'm pretty sure he's full of shit.
[and she was raised with minimalism. Winema Wazzo didn't believe in spoiling her child, although she certainly had resources to do so.
she listens carefully with a thoughtful expression]
The apocalypse and Eden? Like in the Terran Bible? [she bites her tongue to avoid saying "but no one's believed in that for four hundred years"]
I don't know who the Father is, but I'm pretty sure he's full of shit.
Yes, I did think that, though it may surprise you to hear it was not an inspiration for this gift.
[Spoiler: it feels like a rock and weighs as much as a rock because it's a rock.
But not just any rock, perhaps. This stone as a glyph etched into its surface, one similar to those on the various structures around his garden in the park; it cuts a wide path down the sides of the rock, covering an entire side and nearly wrapping around to the other. There are a few paper packets in there as well, ones folded over to contain seeds and clippings from a selection of the plants in his own garden.]
[Spoiler: it feels like a rock and weighs as much as a rock because it's a rock.
But not just any rock, perhaps. This stone as a glyph etched into its surface, one similar to those on the various structures around his garden in the park; it cuts a wide path down the sides of the rock, covering an entire side and nearly wrapping around to the other. There are a few paper packets in there as well, ones folded over to contain seeds and clippings from a selection of the plants in his own garden.]
Yes and no. The Father... Joseph, says he speaks to God, that he has a plan to save his children.
He has his own bible.
[And Pratt has read it and it is terrible.]
He's a crazy motherfucker, that's for sure.
He has his own bible.
[And Pratt has read it and it is terrible.]
He's a crazy motherfucker, that's for sure.
[It sure is a rock. He looks it over, turning it in his hands and running his thumb over the edges of the glyph. He figures it's one of those 'meditation stones' that Xander put all over the place to make some sort of Zen garden. So he sets the rock down, turning to the little papers.]
Can I plant these?
[Oh he sounds excited now. He doesn't know too much about gardening but he recognizes seeds and plants when he sees them.]
Can I plant these?
[Oh he sounds excited now. He doesn't know too much about gardening but he recognizes seeds and plants when he sees them.]
[all of that smells more than a little fishy]
How does he have his own bible?
[she doesn't know much about old Terran religions, but she thought that there was only one Bible, one Torah, one Quran, etc]
He sounds like it. I'm sorry you had to deal with him.
How does he have his own bible?
[she doesn't know much about old Terran religions, but she thought that there was only one Bible, one Torah, one Quran, etc]
He sounds like it. I'm sorry you had to deal with him.
Aheh. That was the intention, yes.
[At least Pratt sounds excited, even if he doesn't know exactly what it is Carlisle has gifted him. His smile fades just a little, his voice softening as his eyes affix themselves on his hands.]
I... know too well that this world can be frightening. That so often, the false gods delve into our nightmares and manifest them before our eyes. We have spoken of- of being mired in our own guilt. I told you I keep busy with gardening. It helps me cope with the mere weight of living, and I thought, perhaps, it might help you, as well.
[At least Pratt sounds excited, even if he doesn't know exactly what it is Carlisle has gifted him. His smile fades just a little, his voice softening as his eyes affix themselves on his hands.]
I... know too well that this world can be frightening. That so often, the false gods delve into our nightmares and manifest them before our eyes. We have spoken of- of being mired in our own guilt. I told you I keep busy with gardening. It helps me cope with the mere weight of living, and I thought, perhaps, it might help you, as well.
[He smiles, soft and genuine.]
That's.. very kind of you. Something to ease the torment in my own mind? I could definitely use that.
Being alive is rough sometimes. Especially when.. circumstances out of your control start ruining everything no matter how hard you try to stop it.
[He picks the rock up again, just to have something to do with his hands and a place for his eyes to rest that isn't on another human being.]
What do the symbols mean?
That's.. very kind of you. Something to ease the torment in my own mind? I could definitely use that.
Being alive is rough sometimes. Especially when.. circumstances out of your control start ruining everything no matter how hard you try to stop it.
[He picks the rock up again, just to have something to do with his hands and a place for his eyes to rest that isn't on another human being.]
What do the symbols mean?
There is only so much we can do against our circumstances, both here and in our own worlds. Finding a reason to keep surviving them is key.
[Even if he's only recently found his own reasons, ones he's actually satisfied with and not merely grasping at out of desperation. His eyes flick back to the stone as Pratt handles it, his voice still quiet as he answers.]
It's a glyph. That sigil there is for abjuration, and those for the various elements one might encounter in nature. And the platforms encircling them, along with the inscription there in that outer circle -- they dictate what the glyph should do when activated. In this case, forming a barrier.
[Even if he's only recently found his own reasons, ones he's actually satisfied with and not merely grasping at out of desperation. His eyes flick back to the stone as Pratt handles it, his voice still quiet as he answers.]
It's a glyph. That sigil there is for abjuration, and those for the various elements one might encounter in nature. And the platforms encircling them, along with the inscription there in that outer circle -- they dictate what the glyph should do when activated. In this case, forming a barrier.
He wrote it. And paid someone to print it I suppose.
[ He pauses, he never actually thought about the logistics of some of the cult things. Was Joseph going into the Kinko's in Missoula to get his posters printed? Did they order their cult sweaters wholesale off Etsy? Where was all this coming from? ]
I would have rather not. A lot of people love him though, fawn all over him, call him The Father. Even built him this ten story statue of himself in the middle of a fucking field.
Because that's not self entitled or anything.
[He may be mostly a cultist himself, but he does not like Joseph.]
[ He pauses, he never actually thought about the logistics of some of the cult things. Was Joseph going into the Kinko's in Missoula to get his posters printed? Did they order their cult sweaters wholesale off Etsy? Where was all this coming from? ]
I would have rather not. A lot of people love him though, fawn all over him, call him The Father. Even built him this ten story statue of himself in the middle of a fucking field.
Because that's not self entitled or anything.
[He may be mostly a cultist himself, but he does not like Joseph.]
That's well said. I could do with remembering that more.
[ And then Carlisle is explaining the rock and it's like he started speaking a foreign language. Not just a foreign language but as if he was explaining calculus in Arabic or something. He's getting a few words here and there: encounter in nature, inscription, forming a barrier. ]
A barrier? Is it similar to the dome you have over your garden?
[ And then Carlisle is explaining the rock and it's like he started speaking a foreign language. Not just a foreign language but as if he was explaining calculus in Arabic or something. He's getting a few words here and there: encounter in nature, inscription, forming a barrier. ]
A barrier? Is it similar to the dome you have over your garden?
[she looks flabbergasted]
That's--bizarre. How arrogant do you have to be to go around calling yourself the Father, writing your own bible, saying that god talks to you personally, and building a sprocking ten story statue of yourself?
[about as arrogant as believing that your race was the only pure one in the galaxy]
That's--bizarre. How arrogant do you have to be to go around calling yourself the Father, writing your own bible, saying that god talks to you personally, and building a sprocking ten story statue of yourself?
[about as arrogant as believing that your race was the only pure one in the galaxy]
[Carlisle's mouth widens into a grin.]
Yes. Just like it, actually. Well, a smaller version of it. I didn't know if you'd have anywhere to put it around your home, and it's not quite as sturdy as the one surrounding my garden in the park, and won't encompass nearly the area, but this one took quite a bit less work to craft and is far more... portable.
Yes. Just like it, actually. Well, a smaller version of it. I didn't know if you'd have anywhere to put it around your home, and it's not quite as sturdy as the one surrounding my garden in the park, and won't encompass nearly the area, but this one took quite a bit less work to craft and is far more... portable.
He runs around shirtless in aviator glasses with a man-bun as well.
[Cuz he's a pretentious dick, that's why.]
With any luck someone has blown that damn statue up by now.
[Cuz he's a pretentious dick, that's why.]
With any luck someone has blown that damn statue up by now.
[Hey look at that! Pratt's kind of proud of himself, he's not a complete idiot and he didn't offend Carlisle by not knowing how any of this stuff works. ]
So I put this on the ground and plant all my plants around it.
.... How do I turn it on?
So I put this on the ground and plant all my plants around it.
.... How do I turn it on?
[He sidles a bit closer to Pratt.]
The contact point is this this arch here. It did occur to me that you might not have the ability to actually activate it. I'm not sure of the capacity for magic in your world, but I have met others here who, while their worlds had no known magic, were capable of utilizing it once taught. And a glyph is the barest form of magic I know, able to draw out the energy required from someone even if they are unable to manipulate that energy themselves.
[He wrings his hands once more, his nerves showing.]
But, should you be unable to activate the glyph, it is capable of maintaining its, ah. Charge, I suppose, for a day or so before the energy fades. And- and since we live so close, it is convenient that I could recharge it myself, if need be.
The contact point is this this arch here. It did occur to me that you might not have the ability to actually activate it. I'm not sure of the capacity for magic in your world, but I have met others here who, while their worlds had no known magic, were capable of utilizing it once taught. And a glyph is the barest form of magic I know, able to draw out the energy required from someone even if they are unable to manipulate that energy themselves.
[He wrings his hands once more, his nerves showing.]
But, should you be unable to activate the glyph, it is capable of maintaining its, ah. Charge, I suppose, for a day or so before the energy fades. And- and since we live so close, it is convenient that I could recharge it myself, if need be.
i hate to rip you from your soup hoard but getting fresh air might do you good
nah, we won't need the howitzer. i'll bring my rifle just in case.
nah, we won't need the howitzer. i'll bring my rifle just in case.
if youre implying im going insane from boredom youre right.
good. thing weighs way too much. where should i meet you?
good. thing weighs way too much. where should i meet you?
Edited 2019-01-21 19:16 (UTC)
He definitely looks like he should be preaching the virtues of quinoa rather than leading a religious cult into the apocalypse.
[How much better would life have been if Joseph Seed aggressively pushed wheat grass shakes instead of doctrine?]
[How much better would life have been if Joseph Seed aggressively pushed wheat grass shakes instead of doctrine?]
We don't have magic.
[He says it slowly though. They don't but they do have things that are unexplainable. How does Faith control the Bliss? It's just a drug, how is she physically present when people are dosed with it? How does Jacob appear in peoples hallucinations even when he's miles away? How does Pratt's voice carry into the trials?
He has no idea how any of that works. He assumed it was because he was going insane and something else was at play. But now being here he's seen so many things that he doesn't understand. Maybe it is something more.]
So it's kind of like a battery. I charge it up with my energy and it slowly uses that over time.
[He runs his finger over the glyph, wondering what he should do? Concentrate on making it glow? Think happy thoughts?]
[He says it slowly though. They don't but they do have things that are unexplainable. How does Faith control the Bliss? It's just a drug, how is she physically present when people are dosed with it? How does Jacob appear in peoples hallucinations even when he's miles away? How does Pratt's voice carry into the trials?
He has no idea how any of that works. He assumed it was because he was going insane and something else was at play. But now being here he's seen so many things that he doesn't understand. Maybe it is something more.]
So it's kind of like a battery. I charge it up with my energy and it slowly uses that over time.
[He runs his finger over the glyph, wondering what he should do? Concentrate on making it glow? Think happy thoughts?]
Ah, yes. A battery.
[Said just like someone who is very proud he that he knows what a battery is. Most otherworldly technology scares him, but he's picked up on a few of the less frightening terminology.]
To 'charge it up,' you'll need to press your finger to the contact point. The glyph will do the rest. It is a fairly benign construction, so if it turns out you haven't enough energy to activate it -- but enough to get it started -- it won't drain you dry. Or fatally backfire.
[Probably.]
But if you'd rather I activate it to show you how it works, I don't mind.
[Said just like someone who is very proud he that he knows what a battery is. Most otherworldly technology scares him, but he's picked up on a few of the less frightening terminology.]
To 'charge it up,' you'll need to press your finger to the contact point. The glyph will do the rest. It is a fairly benign construction, so if it turns out you haven't enough energy to activate it -- but enough to get it started -- it won't drain you dry. Or fatally backfire.
[Probably.]
But if you'd rather I activate it to show you how it works, I don't mind.
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