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ataraxion2013-01-27 08:02 pm
psychometry) wrote in ataraxion2013-01-27 08:02 pm
video | & possible action
[ Quin's video broadcast comes from the deepest, darkest depths of the jungle levels of the Oxygen Garden, somewhere in the damp, lush lee of a tree so thickly overgrown with intertwining ropes of vines that it's a wonder it's still standing at all. The comms device itself is settled firmly in to a particularly dense clump of verdant greenery and angled just wide enough to capture Quin, cross-legged and grim-faced, and a sharp speck of a crystal sitting on the loam just in front of him.
He's been here for hours - maybe thirty or so, all of them long and hard-spent. Thinking, meditating, fasting, slipping in to the occasional dream - strange and foreign and full of memories that are definitely not his own. Now, awake and with a clear mind, Quin knows that it is finally time to send out this particular message. He picks the crystal up in one battered, bandaged hand and holds it aloft between his finger and thumb so it can catch a single fragile beam of artificial light that has somehow managed to work its way through the canopy above. ]
This belonged to the golem, Shale. A creature of stone but no less full of light. Her body still lies in the depths of this ship but I know that her comrades still remain with us on board. I've seen your faces in her memories, but I don't know your names.
[ His fingers curl around the nature crystal thoughtfully and he draws it closer to his chest as he explains, ]
I need this crystal. It was no accident that I came across it when I did. But I want your blessings, all of you who came from her world. Those who fought with her, those who knew her. [ A pause. ] Talk to me here, or find me in the oxygen gardens. I will help her memory live on if you will all allow it.
He's been here for hours - maybe thirty or so, all of them long and hard-spent. Thinking, meditating, fasting, slipping in to the occasional dream - strange and foreign and full of memories that are definitely not his own. Now, awake and with a clear mind, Quin knows that it is finally time to send out this particular message. He picks the crystal up in one battered, bandaged hand and holds it aloft between his finger and thumb so it can catch a single fragile beam of artificial light that has somehow managed to work its way through the canopy above. ]
This belonged to the golem, Shale. A creature of stone but no less full of light. Her body still lies in the depths of this ship but I know that her comrades still remain with us on board. I've seen your faces in her memories, but I don't know your names.
[ His fingers curl around the nature crystal thoughtfully and he draws it closer to his chest as he explains, ]
I need this crystal. It was no accident that I came across it when I did. But I want your blessings, all of you who came from her world. Those who fought with her, those who knew her. [ A pause. ] Talk to me here, or find me in the oxygen gardens. I will help her memory live on if you will all allow it.
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[ he lifts a hand, thick and calloused and bandaged, to gesture at the trees around them. ]
I find the oxygen gardens help. There's something reassuring about the constant growth, the endless cycle of life and death. [ Quinlan takes a breath and his fingers involuntarily close around the crystal once more. ] But I know what you mean -- and meditation comes in many forms. Some find a brand of inner peace in the constant motion of the mind when fixing a starfighter engine, for example. Or in the simple movements of going through sparring practice. We call it moving meditation.
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No, I imagine not -- I... apologise, I did not mean to imply as such. It is simply... the only point of reference I have. This place... everything is very different to what I am used to, as... I suppose you have seen.
[ He tilts his head at that a moment, considering the idea. Strange to imagine how you might look through another's eyes, how your actions might seem through the eyes of someone unfamiliar with your world. Would he seem just? Would his actions be approved of? Or would he seem foolish, unseasoned, reckless? He shakes the thought away, lets his expression flick back into a tired smile. ]
Regardless, you are right. I find the gardens equally reassuring, as much because I am used to spending so much time in the open -- and... I enjoy the quiet. Even if I feel better when busy, I do not know if it brings me peace, exactly. More... purpose than peace.
[ Daylen hesitates, lets his eyes drop to the crystal in Quinlan's hands then away across through the trees. ]
I dislike feeling helpless, even if that is something this place seems to subject people to often.
SORRY i thought i would have internet at my hotel BUT I'M BACK NOW
Purpose is good, [ He finally adds after having trailed off, somewhat understated and a little pointlessly. Another pause, then he elaborates: ] To make good your purpose, however - that's real peace, I think.
[ He glances aside, gauging Daylen's expression. ]
Have you joined any of the passenger corps?
No problem!
[ He drops his eyes down on his hands, trying to find the right words. ]
Many of them are... beyond me. Dealing with the mechanisms of this vessel, and so on. I fear I would be out of place, a burden more than a help. As much as I wish to understand this vessel is busy, and perhaps I am better suited trying to play to my own strengths. I had considered joining the guard -- the... security team, as they call it. If they will take me, it seems... he best use of my time. After all that has happened, I suppose... I would like a chance to better protect my friends.