The Flowers of Heaven [23 Consimbs 4385]
Aug. 27th, 2010 03:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Now that hCevian was no longer surrounding Strayway, we could see out into this so-called Heaven of Mircannis. It was flowery. I don’t mean “flowery like a garden”. I mean “flowery like a flower.” Specifically, a massive huge flower. A single petal crested over Strayway like a wave, a delicate peach color fringed with dots of lavender and cerulean. Two others cupped around the side, in slightly lighter shades of peach. The sky — or ceiling — was a delicate green, suffused with a shimmery glow from somewhere beyond. The air smelled fresh and delicious and rather floral, a complicated ethereal scent that the Cani could probably spend two-thirds of an hour describing precisely. I cannot do so; I will simply say that it smelt sweet and delicious and pleasant and reassuring.
Me: “This is a heaven? I had expected something more civilized.”
hCevian: “It is a heaven of Mircannis.”
Phaniet: “Have you been here before?”
hCevian: “Yes, yes, of course.”
Phaniet: “What did you do here before?”
hCevian: “I killed everyone.”
Me: “… Really?”
hCevian: “Yes, yes, of course.”
Me: “So everyone’s dead? And you’ve brought us here to kill us, too, or try?”
hCevian: “No, no, of course not! Everyone here got resurrected. My brothers and I made sport of coming here and killing everyone regularly, some time ago. We have not been back in a long time. But you are here because it is a pleasant place and I wish to revenge myself pleasantly upon you. We will leave when you grow bored.”
Me: [imperiously] “And return to the World Tree.”
hCevian: [conciliatorially] “And return to the World Tree.”
Feralan: “hCevian wouldn’t do anything dangerous to us!”
Me: “Feralan, he’s a Locador demon. Their ideas of ‘dangerous’ and ‘kind’ are … “ At which point I remembered who he had shared his soul with for the last few months. “… probably better-known to you than to anyone else.”
Saza: “hCevian, what is this Heaven that you have brought us to?”
hCevian: “Mircannis made it! All by herself, I think, and a long time before she made the World Tree. She doesn’t come back here anymore. There’s no Locador god here; the world was made in the shell of an eighth-instar cousin of mine. I know all the ways in! It’s a very pretty place. Feralan would like it better when it’s not running with blood, though. Actually the blood isn’t very bloody, it’s more like sap.” (There was no blood to be seen. Whoever did the resurrections must have cleaned it up.)
Feralan petted hCevian fondly, his fingers penetrating hCevian’s spikes without obvious effect. hCevian receded into the distance from all directions without moving, and then returned. I think that’s a purr. I am going to have to learn Locador demon body language.
Me: “Well, everyone should stay inside the ship. Saza and I will weave some sort of elemental, with lots of senses and faculties, to poke around outside and make sure everything is safe. “
Phaniet: “Mellilot! What on wood are you doing?”
Mellilot had left the safety of the skyboat, and was clambering around on the petals outside. She sniffed at them, laughed in a way that did not sound wholly sane to me, ripped a big piece off, and started devouring it.
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Date: 2010-08-27 08:18 am (UTC)...it would have to be a REALLY REALLY pretty place for me to not be TOTALLY FREAKED OUT... AHHHH!!
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Date: 2010-08-27 01:03 pm (UTC)If death was only a temporary inconvenience, would it be that bad? It sounds kind of like an FPS or MMO game to me, and people do those for fun ....
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Date: 2010-08-27 04:04 pm (UTC)"Mircannis made it! All by herself, I think, and a long time before she made the World Tree. She doesn’t come back here anymore."
Hey, Sythyry's found a dummied-out developer room! There should be an infinite metal dispenser, a monster spawner, and a set of ramps and blocks perfectly sized for an Orren to jump around on to test the physics engine!
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Date: 2010-08-27 01:12 pm (UTC)1) Maybe HCevian is like Aahz from myth adventuries, and has a tendency to confuse certant verbs and nouns. Either that, or it's lived so long that what is torture for him is strange to people. The fact that he has a piece of Soul running around in him has got to make one a little weird.
2) Okay, Feralan and hCelvian lovie-dubie-ness are freaking me out. Ferelan is still a pre-teen, right?
3) Just because you can't *see* the blood doesn't mean it's still not running from somewhere. It just means you aren't close to it.
4)Melliot is in a land of sweet smelling food. Everlasting sweet smelling food. I'd probably flip out and graze for a little while too. It's only natural.
5) What kind of monsters did Mircannis make? ... that's not a thought about where the journal is, but more a "How bad can a Healing God be?"
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Date: 2010-08-27 01:16 pm (UTC)I don't know offhand which monsters Mircannis made. Perhaps mara eleni (the sentient trees who can cast spells at anyone who eats their fruit)? Perhaps conlee (very pleasant and helpful and short-lived birds who live longer if you give them some of your vitality)? She's a subtle one, that god.
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Date: 2010-08-27 03:32 pm (UTC)When the original owner of the body was apparently destroyed in a psychic battle, the other was devastated. Eventually, however, there was a happy ending... but a third ended up in there with them, one somewhat less keen on the idea!
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Date: 2010-08-27 01:19 pm (UTC)(I think one half of my mind even kissed the other half in someone else's body, once, just on the cheek. But it didn't make a habit of it since the owner of the body didn't care the first half very much.)
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Date: 2010-08-27 01:32 pm (UTC)I think this video communicates the type of relationship those two characters had. Without silly dialogue or anything...
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Date: 2010-08-27 05:04 pm (UTC)I do believe one of our monstery forms of story fiction had a similar beginning?
It was an incredibly pleasant, entirely benign form of Doom. Certainly not conducive to any sort of mission, but if one were content to simply find a nice place to spend the rest of eternity in peaceful happiness...
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Date: 2010-08-27 06:03 pm (UTC)Which, one presumes, grow back.
Which might reasonably constitute 'resurrection'.
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