--- Interlude: Deep Thoughts --- Session Start: Sat Nov 25 01:13:39 2000 --------Lude Start--------- * Shane looks down, slightly wearily at the table before him. He's scratching something on some paper carefully, his usual screwdrivers and probes nowhere to be seen. He's mubling to himself softly, almost in rhythm... * Shane opens his eyes after a chant, and looks down. He sighs, and some of the weariness disappears in a little smile, as he begins drawing more glyphs. * Neydisa comes into the room rather silently, dropping a small bag by her things, obviously from shopping. "Shane?" * Shane continues finishing the last circle before looking up. He palms an object quickly. Neydisa? * Neydisa casts a somewhat curious glance at him. "If you're working on something, I don't want to bother you..." * Shane looks a bit out of it as his eyes refocus on the interactions of the real world (as opposed to the bookworm-world) * Shane looks startled for a second, and hesitates. He then opens his hand cupped towards him, looks down, and smiles. No... it's no bother. * Shane looks back up. What can I help you with? « ah.. good mood music » << can you give me the OOC script? ^^; >> << stupid computer-hopping >> « /ooc /say « $$1- » ? :) » «ooc: test » «ooc: thankoo! » « np. :) » * Shane sits back, looks Ney in the eyes, and puts his hands on the table, folded together. * Neydisa smoothes out a small wrinkle in ehr worn windbreaker, and hangs it up, settling into one of the chairs. It's just about everything lately... I've been thinking a lot. Heh... That's completly understood and sympathized. I don't think there's been a moment I havent been thinking for the last two weeks. The fact you don't sleep too well doesn't help... :/ *** TrueBlue (trueblue@ip231.bedford39.ma.pub-ip.psi.net) Quit (Connection reset by peer) *** TrueBlue (trueblue@ip231.bedford39.ma.pub-ip.psi.net) has joined #warpg * Shane sighs and shrugs. I've never slept very much. «ooc: wb TB » Just not in the... cards. You burning out would be the last thing any of us wants... * Shane chuckles. I feel fit as I ever was. If I've lasted all these years without burning out, I'll last at least as many more. Trust me. I have been getting as much rest as I have since I was born. I don't know how you do it then. Oh, you get used to it. Sometimes, stimulants help, but I only need them when I've been up for a few days straight. * Shane shrugs again. * Neydisa sighs a short bit at the mention of that. But.. that's really not what I wanted to ask about... * Shane fiddles some with the object he was working on. It glints silver in his hands. Shane, I just am really worried. I feel like we're trying so hard with so little to go on... Heh. I.. I'm afraid next time I could make an even greater mistake than back in the dig. * Shane looks away, then at his hands. You too, eh? I let anger sway me. I should've stayed reasoning. Elsewise I'd've spotted the mistake. I shan't let that happen again if I can help it. * Neydisa shakes ehr head. "It isn't your fault... it did save our lievs in the end." Perhaps... But, I just feel that enxt time we might not be so lucky. I just need mroe to go on than blind faith.. -_- * Shane 's eyes don't agree that he thinks he's guiltless, but it's gone in a glance. Ah, well, I'm sure Allen will fix the compass in short order. We won't be in the dark more than a day, I'll assume. * Neydisa leans back. "Shane... it's not really the compass..." * Shane closes his hands again and looks up. oh? I mean more yourself... you seem to know something we don't. Everyone has their secrets, Neydisa... I'm sure you have yours. I know I have mine. Death and you have some kind of relationship.. and that machine you mentioned.. if there's something I should know for next time.. * Neydisa looks down. "I'm sorry, I don't want to be rude to you. I trust you a lot." * Shane looks a bit thrown, rather not expecting this. * Shane 's hands go slack, revealing a delacate silver heart in his palms, engraved with frosted highlights. Well, er... * Neydisa looks at the ehart, not expecting jewlery from Shane's craftsmanship.. ...I'm not exactly planning on proposing to the Monster anytime soon... * Shane 's still a bit thrown, so the statement lacks the inflection to make the sarcasm take. * Neydisa 's face eases up a bit and she smiles. "I hope not... what would Ellena say?" * Shane opens his mouth thrice, closing it in succession. * Shane looks down again at the heart "...and I guess some secrets aren't very well kept, eh?" * Shane sigh-chuckles. It's pretty obvious. But you shouldn't be embarassed... * Shane smiles in a slightly embarrassed manner, but no visible blush appears on his mid-toned skin. * Shane smiles softly and shrugs. «ooc: MURDER DEATH DESTROY HIKARU DIE DIE DIE » «ooc: sorry, that was Grue, not Shane ;) » I've never felt this way before... It's all different with her. * Shane looks uncomfortably non-talkative about this, very out of character for the scientist. * Neydisa shifts her weight a little, playing with a peice of blue hair a moment. "Well, Ellena certainly seems to get everyone's attention. It's something about ehr." * Shane half grimaces, nodding. Perhaps a bit regretfully. I'm not jealous or anything, though. I honestly don't know how she takes it all so well..." ^^ I... don't think she takes it well. *** Radien (radiens@c339940-a.eugene1.or.home.com) has joined #warpg * Shane grimaces. She's said as much. * Shane closes his eyes. I know I would have cracked a lot sooner. But maybe you're right.. I just wish he'd stop pressing so much. She needs breathing room... * Shane opens his eyes, looking slightly lost and defeated. A nonverbal rhetorical 'what can you do'. * Shane rolls the pendant in his fingers. * Neydisa pauses a moment, her facial expresisons conveying agreement. * Shane sighs again, and runs his hands over his face. So... you want to know my secrets, eh Shaman? * Neydisa then holds her head in her hands... * Shane smiles wryly. I'm no good at this am I? You were rather blunt. There's something ab... * Shane shakes his head, stopping mid-thought. You're worried. I suppose it's only rational. * Neydisa takes a deep breath, then stares at him. "I just... I needed to ask you something about... that occurance." I'd never go along with another claiming as I do, actually... * Shane looks at her, a question on his face. Which occurance? That strange pattern on your face that reacts to guardians... Pattern? * Shane looks at you, confused. Something happens to my *face*? * Neydisa looks to the side. "The five dots... it's happened before against Death." * Shane grimaces. Er... I've rather never seen myself when it happens. I couldn't understand it either... * Neydisa turns back. "But last time when you proetcted me, I felt something." ...what? * Shane looks intrested. Smethign about that pattern.. like spirits weaving themselves over you somehow. * Shane looks a little worried. Spirits? What kind of spirits? I wish I was better, maybe I could know.. but they weren't tainted. They weren't like blights or curses.. * Neydisa twiddles her fingers some. "I tried to think of what it could be, but I just couldn't make sense of it. Maybe it's the guardians, maybe it's some other benevolent force..." I suppose it's all part and parcel with what you folk do... It's foolish of me not've expected it, in fact. «ooc: not to've » * Shane grimaces, nonetheless. Have you also noticed how you seem to become so calm when this happens? Calm is putting it kindly, Ms. Kingfisher. * Neydisa lowers ehr eyes some. "I just don't enjoy putting you ont he spot like this." * Shane waves away her protests. I, personally, would say I become like some sort of automaton... ...and I would also say I do not like it. * Neydisa blinks. "You mean.. controlled?" ...But I suppose it's neccessary... Not really controlled. At least, not by any outside force. ...at least... ...I haven't noticed actions that weren't my own blood-bred thoughts. I just... don't feel when your masters come. One of your kind did it to me. In the forest. In the dreamland. * Neydisa looks at him scrutenizingly. "Is that what happened?" First I meet Ellena, as beau... When we found you... youw eren't the collected, calm invetor sitting right ehre. You were traumatized by something. * Shane cuts himself off. ... and these things attacked us. And then, I... ...There was a man with wings, I think? ...and then the next thing I know, I'm in the forest, with one of your kind. * Neydisa nods. "More like the spirit of Raven." * Shane shrugs. He said he took you to Odoryuk.. at least, that's what I heard... * Shane shrugs again. And she said she could help if I let her. It took a while, but I let her. «ooc: actually, it was Solus Emsu I was reffering to, but you weren't there :) » « exactly :) » * Neydisa ponders... She said that when your lords came, I'd be like I was... I'd feel no emotion. The Guardian Lords? * Shane looks uncomfortable, and shrugs in a way as if to say "If that's what you call'm" So all guardians render you like that.. but why woudl this be needed... I can barely understand what was done, much less try to console you about it. -_- Forgive me. It's not atheism... I just... * Shane shrugs, helplessly. * Shane fiddles with the heart again. * Neydisa rubs her neck tiredly, looking up briefly. "Shane, religion is a lot of things to a lot of people... I'd never force the Guardian on you." « er +s » * Shane smiles. I doubt you could if you wanted to. * Shane smiles, but his eyes are tired. I know no more about this subject. If you could illuminate me, I'd be relieved. About what exactly? I'm certainly not the best example of a Shaman to teach others... * Neydisa looks tired as well. I do not know why I... acted as I am told I did. I've never liked Shamans, Neydisa. Forgive me, but until recently, I've had little regard for your people... ...churches unnerved me... The statues would keep me restless when I saw them... You wouldn't be alone.. ....I don't know what all this means. I asked Ellena, but she couldn't help. I now know Shamans deal in truths instead of stories... ...but nobody can help me. I don't even know what it is to be helped. * Shane shrugs. I want to help you if I can Shane. I'm trying my best to do what is right.. So I try not to think about it. I have survived so far. I have work. ...right? We all do what is right for us. Well... that's not true. Some get swept up by the willpower of the stronger-minded. Then they make bad personal decisions. * Shane shrugs again. * Neydisa stutters. "...no, you're probably right. I can't say I'm not selfish..." There's nothing wrong with being selfish, to a point. It's self-intrest. It's our nature. It's self-preservation. I'm sure this isn't what you wanted to talk about... * Shane grimaces, and looks off thinking. ... * Neydisa remains silent for a while, then speaks up. "Whatever happen in the future, I want you to know I don't regret coming... and I wish to do my best for everyone here, however little it might be.." * Shane looks slight nervous. You make it sound as if we're all doomed. * Neydisa shakes her head. "No, not at all.. I don't want to think that. I don't want to give up again..." * Shane frowns. ... ...Neydisa, how much do you know of your craft? * Neydisa looks a little taken aback. "Of Shamanism, or my former trade?" You... weren't always a Shaman? * Shane 's slightly surprised, but it doesn't throw his mood. Well, I alwasy was a shamn.. I was rasied in a pious family of the sea. Ahh... But, I can't help but feel I have let them down... I've lost somethign since those days. *** TrueBlue (trueblue@ip231.bedford39.ma.pub-ip.psi.net) Quit (Quit: Stolen From Time 2: A Legend Of Old, coming to LunarNet, January 2001!) Well, I meant your current and ongoing trade. * Neydisa looks down. "I sometimes wonder how much I know...so many strange things have happened." * Shane laughs, quick and short. It's not quite a mirthful one. Our meeting together was fated somehow... Perhaps... That one day at the festival. Something told me to sek you all. And I dismissed it at first, but.. * Shane looks off again, then down, then back at you, showing worry. ... ...you mentioned something I think about a lot recently. * Neydisa looks questioningly.. ... ...what do *you* think there is with Death and I? * Shane looks just about as naked as you've ever seen him. «ooc: no, not literally ;) » Somehow, only you ahd a chance of understanding his motives, and even trying to combat him. I could barely face it.. Ah... ...I fight him, because there is nobody else... ...He must be stopped. He endangers us all. * Neydisa nods. "I agree, but that's not what bothers me most." * Shane looks at her, the question again, this time with wary/worried eyes. Shane, there's many inventors and entreprenuers in the world.. just like there are Lucadian SHamans.. but why are we sitting ehre right now pondering these things? Maybe they all have a lot more sense. ... * Neydisa lowers her head. "Maybe... ever instinct tells me to run away. But I couldn't, even if I wanted to." Neydisa... do Shamans heal diseases? Shamans of Odoryuk are known to have great healing powers... Er... So, you cannot detect illness? That depends... some illnesses aren't just like a cold or a fever. Like what occured when we met with Sevena.. I wasn't there, but... that's the kind I meant. All I can say, is by the garce od Odoryuk himself we purged ourselves.. somehow. It wasn't an easy task.. So... no. ...are you asking if I could cure you of whatever this is? * Shane smiles. No, that's not it. * Neydisa looks a bit lost. ...I was wondering if you thought I... * Shane grimaces, and speaks very softly and slowly. ...could be insane. * Neydisa wideyes some. "SShane, how could I think that of you?" * Shane smiles, tiredly. You want to know why we're doing this? You want to know how I know? Well, yes, but... Someone told me. When I was in the dreamlands. The someone claimed to be me. A part of me, at least. A part.. of you? A part of me. A part of us all. I don't know... it sounds rather out there to me, and I'm the one acting on it. * Neydisa leans back in the chair, head looking up at the cieling. "No, maybe it's not out there." In fact... * Neydisa brings her head level again. "...I believe it can happen." Well, then... ...you have more faith in me than I do, apparently. But that is the long and short of it. *** Ashton (flare_star@lsanca1-ar7-218-140.dsl.gtei.net) has joined #warpg *** ChanServ sets mode: +o Ashton I have seen things, like a reflection of myself.... in the very palce where we encouneters you and Ellena. « er -s » « Hi Ash ^^ » «ooc: heya ash » «ooc: ... » I... somehow think it's different, but I am the fool in such matters. Shane, all I can say is somehow, my reflection spoke to me in the dream.. * Shane shakes his head... "This was not a reflection. Kema looked nothing like me." * Neydisa mildly rubs her chin. "Maybe it is something different then.. if you said it was you, and not another person entirely.." Kema said that... it was part of us all... part of me. I don't understand how everything works yet... I was only there so evry briefly, and didn;t get a chance to ponder the other side of what we see here. I regret that.. -_- It's odd, but I believe it, somehow. That's why I do as Kema said. Acting on faith? More like... intuition. Death is building a machine. We've pretty much seen he's gathering parts... I must build a machine too. To stop him. These are truths. We must keep his parts away from him. This is also a truth. I have no idea what either machine is. This is also a truth. * Neydisa folds her hands across her lap. "Can you sue these parts instead then?" « er use » «ooc: I'm taking you to court, wrench! » which parts? The things he's taking? Like that jewel for example.. the one Watcher took away. « Wrench? ^^ hehe » « Would that be a serving wrench? :P » maybe they are all cleus as to what you ahve to build? « bad spelling gah. » I'd be in ecstacy if I could have anything Death has or has tried to get to for a week in a lab. << * Radien goes off for a night of drinking and wrenching... * >> It might bloody shed some light on things. « lol » «ooc: gonna get.... hammered? » «ooc: ;) » «ooc: watch out for those screwdrivers, they'll knock your lights out. » « Hit the nail on that one. » We all need some light... I've been in the dark too much of my life. * Shane shrugs. But alas, here we are, same as we were when we started. The only thing I can study we have is Zed, and I doubt he'd donate his other arm if I needed it. We didn't lose everything though. We still ahve a chance.. * Neydisa winces a bit at that. "Poor zed... I feel like I couldn't repay him for saving me." * Shane shrugs. * Shane sighs. I don't know what to do now. I suppose we wait until we can chase death again, and tbeat him to wherever he's going in the Bird. * Neydisa leans forward. "It's all we can do right now... unless somehow we could beat him to a piece." I'm not sure what I'd give to do that at this point. Mostly anything, I'd imagine. I'm losing to that... thing. To that beast... ...and if I lose, we all lose. Phaugh. Shane... please. We won't lose. * Shane looks irritated at the circular thoughs. I have faith the Guardians will give us a sign, somewhere.. «ooc: " Clearance, 7'10" "??? Hey! » * Shane shrugs. * Neydisa sits straight. "And I have faith you can deduce something. You have a mind sharper than I could ever hope to have.... especially with these things." Heh... thanks. * Shane stops fiddling with the locket that's been rolling in his hands the whole conversation. An audible click is heard, and Shane looks down. * Shane opens the locket, and a soft melody issues forth. * Neydisa 's attention is grabbed by the click, fixing ehr gaze on the locket. Heh...I guess there's always a chance. Shane, you can create such beautiful things... It's only half done... There's still two mo... * Shane pauses. ...Thanks, Neydisa. * Shane smiles. I... should get back to work. I have a lot of things to do tonite. No rest for the wicked! Doubly so for would-be saviors of mankind, I suppose... * Neydisa looks at the locket a little sadly, then back at Shane. "You are a real workaholic aren't you?" Like secrets... Everybody has a hobby. * Shane smiles with half a wink. Unless there was something else worrying you? * Neydisa starts to get out of the chair, fixing her hair, and returns the smile. "No... nothing. Thank yu for hearing me out. It puts me at ease.." That's all I can ask for. * Shane smiles, tiredly, resigning himself to many hours of impending work. * Neydisa makes a grab for the coat again. "I think I will take a walk.. I wanted to see how zed and Kestrel were doing. Don't work too hard Shane... we need you a lot." :) Bah... if I don't work hard, I wouldn't be needed. * Shane smiles with a full wink this time. Why not be in good spirits? * Neydisa opens the door, and looks back. "I think you're more right about that than you think, Shane.. till later." * Neydisa exits on that note. :) * Shane nods, and turns back to the graphs and glyphs, quietly chanting arcanly. « that good ending? :) » «ooc: Shure. » * Shane then explodes, shedding his flesh to show an elder-god, Cthulu, stepping out... EL...LE...NA.... « lol ^^ » * Shane 's tentacles slither around... DIN....NER....TIME! --------Session End---------- >:D Session Close: Sat Nov 25 07:41:16 2000