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maskormenace2018-11-16 08:04 pm
pharmaka) wrote in maskormenace2018-11-16 08:04 pm
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[ For a brief moment after the camera flickers on, Circe appears uncertain, and then her expression at once resolves into a calm, unstirred facade, cool as a plane of water. She has unglamorous auburn hair set back in a tousled braid, eyes of an odd, subtly gold sheen, and a plain, even voice. ]
Well. I do not know whether it is for the better that most of the plants and animals and the like are familiar to me here. It would surely be a better preoccupation than what I was assigned, to acquaint myself with the local wildlife, so perhaps I will do it nonetheless. It has been made clear to me that there is an almost impossibly large amount of land to be seen.
Given I am unfamiliar with travel and with this country, I thought I would seek suggestions. In particular... [ a short pause ] I find I miss the sea. I had heard of deserts, but they are not so lovely a place to live as they are to hear tales of. And the same can be said of cities of men.
[ That is it. She says nothing about the confusion, the mingled hope and fear, that all this freedom and newness has set about in her. She is quite possibly the only divine being here. It is impossible to tell. Is that her father, keeping eye on her in the sky? If it is, she doubts he is about to say hello. In some respects she is as alone as she ever was.
In others... There are more people, more mortals, and more land than she has ever given thought to in her long life. It is thrilling and terrifying at the same time, and Circe dares to betray as little of it as she can manage. ]
Well. I do not know whether it is for the better that most of the plants and animals and the like are familiar to me here. It would surely be a better preoccupation than what I was assigned, to acquaint myself with the local wildlife, so perhaps I will do it nonetheless. It has been made clear to me that there is an almost impossibly large amount of land to be seen.
Given I am unfamiliar with travel and with this country, I thought I would seek suggestions. In particular... [ a short pause ] I find I miss the sea. I had heard of deserts, but they are not so lovely a place to live as they are to hear tales of. And the same can be said of cities of men.
[ That is it. She says nothing about the confusion, the mingled hope and fear, that all this freedom and newness has set about in her. She is quite possibly the only divine being here. It is impossible to tell. Is that her father, keeping eye on her in the sky? If it is, she doubts he is about to say hello. In some respects she is as alone as she ever was.
In others... There are more people, more mortals, and more land than she has ever given thought to in her long life. It is thrilling and terrifying at the same time, and Circe dares to betray as little of it as she can manage. ]
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You know that folder they gave you, when you first got here? Outlining your uh - 'abilities'? That's one of mine. I can fly anything. Or at least most things. Anything I can sit on.
The carpet's just easy because I can roll it up and take it with me after I've touched the ground.
Oh, hey, yeah, I know horses. Yeah. We have similar things back home, but not for war. You'd be dead before you could blink going up against an ion canon with a horse.
Can't fly horses, though, they really weren't pleased with me when I tried.
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This seems less fantastical and more appropriate to any god of air to her. Strange to see a mortal possess this ability, but not strange to see it, full stop. ]
I can't imagine they would be, [ she answers dryly. ] Most beasts prefer to do what they were meant to do. Flying must be a wondrously practical skill. I wouldn't say no if you are making the offer.
[ It's incredibly dangerous, of course. But Circe is not about to huddle in her room now that she has finally been given a taste of freedom. She can be reckless in her own way. ]
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Let me know where you are and I'll come pick you up. You have a preference for type of shoreline?
Oh, and I'm Poe, by the way. Poe Dameron.
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As for shoreline... [ Succinctly: ] Remote and rocky. [ There's a moment's quiet pause, as Circe wants to offer to return the favor somehow, but she can't find it in herself to be that trusting that fast. That vulnerable. ]
Do you often go around offering strange women rides on flying carpets? [ It sounds like a light joke. ]
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[ He looked amused at the question. ]
When I'm feeling helpful. Sometimes strange men, too.
But honestly - finding your feet here is hard, and we're all in this together.
Besides, you turn out to be a magic cannibalistic god monster and eat me, I'll be back in a few days anyway.
[ Nothing like a little learned nihilism. :') ]
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Circe isn't sure she trusts such easy camaraderie, either. She's never had something like that offered to her, eternally the black sheep of the family, and too divine to be welcomed by mortals. ]
I can meet you at the Porter, if that is more convenient. Why do you say you will be back? Does the underworld not accept imPort souls? That would make an odd kind of sense.
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Sure, that works. I can be there in uh -- [ He paused as he looked around. ] Probably fifteen minutes, give or take. Depending on what the line at the Porter is like.
[ To the question, he wet his lips. ]
Underw-- no, it's nothing like that. Uh - Okay that might take a little longer to explain, I think? Especially if you're not from a tech advanced planet. But basically, we all have something in us that - regenerates us. Brings us back. It means you heal faster, but it means you come back from the dead, too. Even if you get completely destroyed, sometimes the Porter will just port you out and then bring you back again, exactly like how you were.
And sometimes there are timeloops and you die every day for seven days but in fairness that's only happened to me once. Twice? Maybe twice.
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So you say, but it does sound as if there is no place for our souls to go upon death. Certainly I would not expect to be admitted to the underworld myself. Death is not a lawless, ungoverned free-for-all, and we are something far beyond the norm for this realm, are we not? It is no wonder we would be rejected from a natural end, though it is a hideous fate.
[ In Circe's life, there may be a rational explanation for things that mortals use to appease their sense of scale with, but there is almost always a grander, broader scale behind it. Perhaps practically speaking, there is something technological that causes this. But the why-- that is the realm of bigger ideas. ]
Apart from this philosophy, you have my thanks for your generous offer. I will meet you at the Porter facility promptly.
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But it could wait. ]
Ah - yeah. Philosophy probably goes better with flying, anyway. I'll be there. [ And the feed disconnected.
In fifteen minutes, right on schedule, Poe was at the Porter building, waiting for his - guest? acquaintance? new friend? - to come through. He was standing casually, a brown leather jacket over a cream shirt, black and orange carpet rolled up under one arm while he waited. ]
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She has only one set of clothing with her so far, having seen nothing like what she is used to in the shops and unsure she can pay for it besides, so any self-consciousness is pointless, she tells herself. Circe in person shows what was not evident on video: she wears a handmade brown chiton covered with an emerald green shawl, a plain bag tied to her waist cord, and she moves smoothly and elegantly with a grace that is just not quite human. Although all nymphs are known to be extraordinarily beautiful, Circe has always been considered plain for a nymph, and she has very few vanities. There is dirt smudged under her fingernails and muscle on her that comes from hard work. Even her voice sounds mortal, as Hermes had told her.
Times like this she is extremely thankful all over again that she passes for mortal so well. Someone like her sister shines like the sun, appropriately so, and can scarcely open her mouth without you knowing her divinity. Circe would loathe that attention where her sister rejoices in it. ]
Poe, [ she says in greeting as he approaches. ] Is that the correct form of address? I am unused to being given two names as if they were one.
800 YEARS LATER.... feel free to ignore if you want lmfao
He smiles at her approach, wide and warm, and hold out a hand. ]
Yeah, Poe's good. You can call me Dameron, if you want, that's what they do on base. Or Poe Dameron if you're mad at me.
It's nice to meet you, Circe.
They don't have surnames where you're from?
HAHA omg i forgot this thread existed
They do not. You may say who you are son or daughter of, if they are important, but that is all. I am from... hm, some thousands of years before this realm's timeframe. I'm uncertain how much. [ She doesn't seem bothered by this, weirdly. Being immortal gives you a different scale for time. ]
Many things have changed while I was not looking, it seems.