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destinystrings2012-11-26 05:08 pm
the_usual_stuff) wrote in destinystrings2012-11-26 05:08 pm
[OPEN] the first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event
Who: Pharos, and destinystrings
Where: The Scorpio Ward, the middle of the afternoon, walking around in the snow.
Summary: This is the first time the child personification of death has ever personally experienced snow and needless to say, Pharos is just as endlessly fascinated with it as any kid would be on his first snowday. Therefore, exploration is in order!
Warnings: Small children being cute, and Pharos being weird as usual. Also probably mentions of death because this is Pharos we're talking about here, and that's what he does, think about death?
There's a little black-haired child wandering about the Scorpio district today, scrambling up the ridiculously high staircases, walking through crooked alleys that crisscross the ward, and popping his head out one of the doorways that open onto the thin air of the mild snowstorm and staring down at the snowy street below, watching the flurries of snow buffet the people wrapped up in their warm coats as they moved up and down the district. Demons as well, both those ill-suited to the cold and those who basked in it, in their element, flickered from place to place, busy even in the first snow of the year.
It's not the elaborate constructions of art that interest him, nor the countless crafts shops lining the streets; it's the snow.
It's... incredible.
He has never seen anything quite like it. Yeah, sure, he had witnessed it in his container(s)' memories, but he was detached from those recollections, and had observed them as if from behind a thick sheet of glass. His entire existence had been lived through others, never through his own eyes, and it was a change to touch and feel things firsthand for himself. A nice one, even if the cold air chilled his skin and numbed his fingertips unpleasantly.
One of the Arisatos, being the responsible quasi-guardians of Death they are, soon after the first icy snowflakes drifted down in clumps from the overcast gray sky, had realized what little protection Pharos' thin black-and-white striped uniform provided him against the cold weather and outfitted him with a slightly over-sized, puffy gray winter coat, gloves, a lilac blue scarf wrapped around his neck, and decent fur-lined snow boots instead of allowing him to walk around in his sandals and lose all of his toes to frostbite like he had originally planned to. Clouds of white vapor hung in front of his face as he breathed out.
Wide blue eyes gazed up at the sky, attempting to track every swirling dot of white that fell out of the heavens. Every now and then as he wanders silently from place to place, he stops and tries to catch the snowflakes before they touch the ground. Feel free to run into him anywhere in the Scorpio ward; of course, sometimes it's easy to lose track of small ghost children in the swirls of the white snowfall, and Pharos certainly appears wraith-like with his pale skin and luminous blue eyes.... So be careful about that. Maybe your eyes will play tricks on you.
But don't worry. He just wants to play in the snow for awhile.
destinystrings Where: The Scorpio Ward, the middle of the afternoon, walking around in the snow.
Summary: This is the first time the child personification of death has ever personally experienced snow and needless to say, Pharos is just as endlessly fascinated with it as any kid would be on his first snowday. Therefore, exploration is in order!
Warnings: Small children being cute, and Pharos being weird as usual. Also probably mentions of death because this is Pharos we're talking about here, and that's what he does, think about death?
There's a little black-haired child wandering about the Scorpio district today, scrambling up the ridiculously high staircases, walking through crooked alleys that crisscross the ward, and popping his head out one of the doorways that open onto the thin air of the mild snowstorm and staring down at the snowy street below, watching the flurries of snow buffet the people wrapped up in their warm coats as they moved up and down the district. Demons as well, both those ill-suited to the cold and those who basked in it, in their element, flickered from place to place, busy even in the first snow of the year.
It's not the elaborate constructions of art that interest him, nor the countless crafts shops lining the streets; it's the snow.
It's... incredible.
He has never seen anything quite like it. Yeah, sure, he had witnessed it in his container(s)' memories, but he was detached from those recollections, and had observed them as if from behind a thick sheet of glass. His entire existence had been lived through others, never through his own eyes, and it was a change to touch and feel things firsthand for himself. A nice one, even if the cold air chilled his skin and numbed his fingertips unpleasantly.
One of the Arisatos, being the responsible quasi-guardians of Death they are, soon after the first icy snowflakes drifted down in clumps from the overcast gray sky, had realized what little protection Pharos' thin black-and-white striped uniform provided him against the cold weather and outfitted him with a slightly over-sized, puffy gray winter coat, gloves, a lilac blue scarf wrapped around his neck, and decent fur-lined snow boots instead of allowing him to walk around in his sandals and lose all of his toes to frostbite like he had originally planned to. Clouds of white vapor hung in front of his face as he breathed out.
Wide blue eyes gazed up at the sky, attempting to track every swirling dot of white that fell out of the heavens. Every now and then as he wanders silently from place to place, he stops and tries to catch the snowflakes before they touch the ground. Feel free to run into him anywhere in the Scorpio ward; of course, sometimes it's easy to lose track of small ghost children in the swirls of the white snowfall, and Pharos certainly appears wraith-like with his pale skin and luminous blue eyes.... So be careful about that. Maybe your eyes will play tricks on you.
But don't worry. He just wants to play in the snow for awhile.
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Spring would come eventually, both for this place and for him. He'd come back to life. He had to.
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After awhile, he wanders over and takes the red spray can back to his section of the alley wall.
And between the flares of bright color are the outlines of a line of... coffins, rectangles of bare unpainted stone; two long sides to the right and left and four shorter sides, three on the top and one on the bottom of the crude outlines. Simplistic. Not much attention paid to the details. But clear. Pharos doesn't offer much chatter, focused on brightening the edges of the outlines.
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... That's actually kind of worrying.
"Any particular reason you're painting coffins?"
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Very simply, and a little confusedly; "... Why not?" Neku, elaborate on your inquiry.
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"It's nothing to be afraid of," Pharos added, holding up a hand and almost brushing his fingertips against the wet paint, staring up at the coffin-shaped rectangles of bare stone. Death, that is. Death was an end. With life, and anything really, it eventually comes an end. To worry and suffer over such an inevitable fact was time better spent living your life to the fullest.
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"I think it's less dying itself and more what comes after. ... I know I definitely didn't expect what happened after I died. But before you die you just don't know."
He walked a little closer to Pharos. Why was this kid so strange? He reminded him a little bit of Joshua in some strange way. ... Though much less of a jerk.
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"There's nothing especially wrong with that," Human nature to be fearful and all, and being scared wasn't a bad thing per se. It was still sad to him though. It was just him waiting at the end of every road, after all. And he harbored no malice towards any of them. His small hand dropped back to his side and he turned to face Neku when he moved closer. "But likewise, there is little about the eternal sleep to be so worried about."
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He shrugged a little. It was a little weird holding this kind of conversation, but whatever.
"I was more angry than anything else. I didn't think it was fair - and it actually wasn't, though I guess it ended up being good for me in the end. But most people are afraid of the uncertain. It makes them jumpy when they can't prepare for something or know what to expect."
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Again, Pharos saw no issue with this; anger, fear of the unknown, of being forgotten, of being unimportant, of dying altogether, unwillingness to let go, to move on, that was... normal, no? Not particularly rational nor controllable, just human. He himself could not fully comprehend the pain of it entirely since he had never suffered a personal loss in that sense. But if you fought to hold onto your life, that meant you wanted to live on some level, and Pharos could not fault them for that.
(It was only a group of teenagers that seemed to share any fervor for life in his universe, enough to fight for it against the on-slaughter of shadows. But too few, too little to stop the Fall.)
He nodded at Neku's words of how he had been angry over the unfairness even if it had turned out for the better and peoples' jumpiness at the uncertain. He sees no weirdness here!
"In this world, people die everyday, regardless of their feelings on the matter," he said, as matter-of-fact as remarking upon the weather or on clothes someone was wearing that day. The wind blew, the earth rotated, and people died. Simple as that and just as noticeable to him. "Fairness doesn't exactly enter into it. And well, you can't exactly erase fear of that sort from anybody, can you?"
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He's still just getting used to thinking of other people. You can't expect great revelations from him yet.
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Mother could. The Fall would. A faint giggle issued from him, and he turned his attention back to the row of coffins lined up and painted upon the alleyway wall. "Mm, why not? Not good at understanding others?" All of the sympathy, man. Humans are weird.
Picking up one of the spray cans!
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"Any ideas on what to paint next?" He's just gonna keep a look out for any police officers walking around...
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Then he'll start getting to work. No worries about police officers here!
After awhile, some shapes begin to appear. So, Neku what do you think of the budding impression of... wings, big and feathery being sprayed over the row of blank coffin-shaped spaces on the stone, arranged in haphazard pairs of four.