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victory_road2020-09-13 02:07 am
zodiheart) wrote in victory_road2020-09-13 02:07 am
Video, Backdated to 9/8
The grief was crushing, the knowledge that not only had they failed - that he had failed, their last and final hope - but that the sun had shone once more and they were not here to see it shine. His brothers and sisters, his brethren, his loved ones gone forevermore in a fight none of them wanted from the start. He feels his form fade, tears vanishing from his cheeks as the aether which comprises his soul begins to drift away. The tower draws him near, draws him close, and Elidibus isn't sure what is to come next as grief and pain bury him. But surely it cannot be as lonely as-
Suddenly, things change.
The sun warms his cheeks.
The wind caresses his face.
An unfamiliar voice sounds in his ears, and pale eyes snap open behind crimson mask to take in his surroundings - a bedroom? unfamiliar - before an adult woman enters his line of vision. The next few minutes are a whirlwind and Elidibus cannot make sense of exactly what is happening, not after his defeat, his death, not after-
He stands outside now, door locked behind him and pack in his hands. Beside him hovers a creature whose like he has never seen before, and a soft, whispering voice sounds inside of his head. The conversation is brief, but it releases the suffocating grip of emotion in his breast somewhat.
A heavy sigh, before he straightens up, opening the pack to inspect its contents. Gilded claws are careful as he sifts through, and wasn't that a comfort, to still remain dressed in his raiment of office. He finds a change of clothes and strange technology of an unfamiliar make.
Well, should others have been sent here - wherever here may be - perhaps he could use this to contact them. His duty may have been made null in this place, no fragments which he may rejoin, no salvation for the star he had been taken from, but he would still serve as Emissary.
--
[The video begins, showing a man with crimson mask and white cowl. His robes are unmistakable - it is Elidibus. His mouth seems to tighten, before he speaks.]
[The voice is smooth, musical:]
I am Elidibus, Emissary, bearer of the word of Zodiark. It has been brought to my attention that upon my arrival I should make an announcement such as this, and you behold that result.
[He looks to the side, out of the frame, before turning back. His voice wavers, ever so slightly.]
Should there be any among you who know of me, I have been informed that my current location is in one New Bark Town.
[He hesitates, mouth opening to say more, but instead of speaking he closes the video.]
Suddenly, things change.
The sun warms his cheeks.
The wind caresses his face.
An unfamiliar voice sounds in his ears, and pale eyes snap open behind crimson mask to take in his surroundings - a bedroom? unfamiliar - before an adult woman enters his line of vision. The next few minutes are a whirlwind and Elidibus cannot make sense of exactly what is happening, not after his defeat, his death, not after-
He stands outside now, door locked behind him and pack in his hands. Beside him hovers a creature whose like he has never seen before, and a soft, whispering voice sounds inside of his head. The conversation is brief, but it releases the suffocating grip of emotion in his breast somewhat.
A heavy sigh, before he straightens up, opening the pack to inspect its contents. Gilded claws are careful as he sifts through, and wasn't that a comfort, to still remain dressed in his raiment of office. He finds a change of clothes and strange technology of an unfamiliar make.
Well, should others have been sent here - wherever here may be - perhaps he could use this to contact them. His duty may have been made null in this place, no fragments which he may rejoin, no salvation for the star he had been taken from, but he would still serve as Emissary.
[The video begins, showing a man with crimson mask and white cowl. His robes are unmistakable - it is Elidibus. His mouth seems to tighten, before he speaks.]
[The voice is smooth, musical:]
I am Elidibus, Emissary, bearer of the word of Zodiark. It has been brought to my attention that upon my arrival I should make an announcement such as this, and you behold that result.
[He looks to the side, out of the frame, before turning back. His voice wavers, ever so slightly.]
Should there be any among you who know of me, I have been informed that my current location is in one New Bark Town.
[He hesitates, mouth opening to say more, but instead of speaking he closes the video.]
Re: [LOCKED as FUCK sorry rubberneckers]
Fair information from one to another, as you have been forthcoming - I am my God. We exist both connected and separately, and perhaps by what you appear to understand of us you may know what this means. Should you not, I will clarify - provided, of course, you do the same. A balance of exchange, as it were, of common ground.
I admit curiosity of this world's god. If you are willing to share what you understand of the workings of this reality, it would spare my own investigations into the subject.
no subject
What I'm saying here is it'd behoove you to capitalise that G when you talk to me.
[Eldibus, on the other hand, is more like the Shinji Ikari to Zodiark's Unit 01.
His emergence from Zodiark is just Episode 20. The dissolution of Shinji's ego boundary corresponding to his physical and metaphysical liquefaction, followed by his reformation/rebirth from Unit 01's Core. Basic stuff, really.]
No need to capitalise the g for this world's god, though. As far as I can tell--and I am damn well equipped to tell--this world's god is either fundamentally ineffectual or slacking hard on the basic construction and upkeep of reality. It's downright egregious.
This matters to you because the material components and constructs of this place are inaccessible, absent, or lacking in a way that openly flouts any thinking being's suspension of disbelief.
You've met 'Mom,' I take it. That's a prime example.
no subject
That is to say I do not doubt your godhood upon your own world, nor do I intend any insult. But here we are both as but mortals, and I am only beholden to Him.
You make a good point regarding this world's god, however. I have noticed such things, myself.
Have you gone about testing this world, then? The identity of this god - or multiple gods - must surely be found somewhere.
no subject
I coulda warned him about my soul, but he didn't really give me a chance. So that's your warning.
Just keep your hands and soul inside the vehicle of your corporeal self at all times and we'll be peachy.
Now, moving on to the meat of this conversation....
I've been testing this place on levels physical, textual, and metareal for over a year. This world's god left the stewardship of this reality, or at least the parts that pertain to us as outsiders, to another deity. Arceus (that's its name) is still extant, but whatever havoc our presence wreaks on the material reality and general custodian work is delegated to the new kid. As far as I can tell, our beef (that is, my beef) with this place lies with Arceus, his shoddy game design and set construction, and shackles on our collective existences.