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nexus_crossings2018-11-12 09:08 pm
shardofwinter) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-11-12 09:08 pm
Leather and fine wine
The days are getting darker, the air has started to bite. Naturally this means that a certain Winter spirit is starting to brighten. With Hazel's beautiful influence all around him, he's been spurred on to keep busy and ready himself to do an equally (if not better) job. While people may have seen him marching around the Nexus, often with full arms, today he's taking the time to stay in the Nexus to do a little work. Back on his world the weather took a turn into torrential rain. Here, however, it's dry. Cold, blustery, but dry.
Reynard has his trademark leather coat spread out on one of the tables in the Plaza. Two pairs of boots are waiting on the ground, one pair noticeably newer and smaller than the other. His feathered hat rests on one of the chairs, carefully weighted down with a brush. Perhaps it's no surprise then that Reynard is dressed rather lightly then, with his coat all laid out. It's around this table that Reynard moves, brushing and wiping and occasionally taking a sip from a cup. Those who approach will be met with the rich scent of mulled wine and the more cloying smell of whatever he's using to treat the leather.
Finally he pauses for a moment, thinking over his cup before asking, "What is your least desirable quality? What could you stand to improve about yourself?"
Reynard has his trademark leather coat spread out on one of the tables in the Plaza. Two pairs of boots are waiting on the ground, one pair noticeably newer and smaller than the other. His feathered hat rests on one of the chairs, carefully weighted down with a brush. Perhaps it's no surprise then that Reynard is dressed rather lightly then, with his coat all laid out. It's around this table that Reynard moves, brushing and wiping and occasionally taking a sip from a cup. Those who approach will be met with the rich scent of mulled wine and the more cloying smell of whatever he's using to treat the leather.
Finally he pauses for a moment, thinking over his cup before asking, "What is your least desirable quality? What could you stand to improve about yourself?"
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At the question, Azwel thinks for a moment. It's not often he's called upon to do any kind of self-assessment, and by a total stranger, no less!
"I don't really see the ends justifying my means to be much of a flaw, no. As to a lack of compassion, I contend that it's a matter of perspective! What I do, I do out of love--for the benefit of all humans!" Maybe it is possible to offend Azwel, but it takes something mighty specific to do so, it seems.
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"A dangerous sentiment. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions." Setting one hand on his hip, he tilts his head at the stranger. "What is it you do? For the benefit of all humans, that is."
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"They do, indeed, but it is a road worth travelling, I should think! My research and experimentation into the effects of the Evil Seed on humanity is vital in not only understanding its effect, but in the ultimate goal of ending such corruption! For a corruption it is, one that twists body and soul until a human is reduced to nothing more than a mindless killer! At present there is no cure for this scourge, this... Malfestation. Most of its victims lose what makes them human and must be terminated before they kill every innocent who crosses their path! Those who do not lose themselves, though--those represent hope! And one must find out how long those individuals can be exposed to the Evil Seed before they lose that precious humanity to learn how long furture victims have before it is too late! One must steel one's resolve against the pain and suffering of the present to save the future! I have learnt much from studying and treating the plague that killed so many--it would be folly to neglect a similar study of this new condition!"
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"Slow down a minute. The 'Evil Seed'? What's that?"
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"Ah. Forgive me. In a place such as this, of course there would be those who are not from my world." He tries to dial down his fervor, with limited success. "The Evil Seed is a rather poetic name for a kind of magickal" (somehow you could hear the 'k') "energy released when a cursed weapon was destroyed. Such things often happen with the destruction of powerful magickal artefacts."
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So Reynard sighs, takes a hearty swig of his drink, and then straightens. "What does this energy do? And is it in the Nexus?"
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"As to what it does, it physically and mentally mutates a great many of those who come into contact with it. Their colour goes ashen and their eyes glow unnaturally. They become more and more prone to violent outbursts. Eventually, they forget everyone they know and even their own selves. They develop glowing lines on the skin. When they've reached this state, they lose all rationality and attack anyone who crosses their path." He sighs. "Eventually they become something unrecognisable as human in both mind and body."
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"And what do they become instead? Just 'evil'? Does it move blindly, like a disease? Or is it driven by something? Some kind of thought or sentience? Some kind of spirit?"
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As to the Evil Seed and the astral fissures--they radiate energies that corrupt those who come near. Grated, the fissures can appear anywhere, but once they appear they remain static. A fissure can be sealed, but others will spring up." He pauses for a moment. "You know, I haven't yet discovers what causes them to appear when and where they do--it is entirely possible they either somehow follow the will of the Cursed Sword or simply appear randomly."
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