Drei - Fatum and Geschichte (Action)

[ubermensching]

[He was slightly amused to find that a profession had been arbitrarily granted to him. Even more amusing was the fact that he had been made a librarian. He supposed that handling books and physical manifestations of knowledge wouldn't be very different from the other means he usually had of handling such.

Still, it was an odd feeling, listening to people ask him for specific titles and having to find them. He was much more used to being able to call up any knowledge he needed at the moment that it took a bit of getting used to even for him. Yet there was something thrilling about being forced into relying on the limitations of a human body. And even if much of the job seem repetitious, it was at least a learning experience for him in the boundaries that actually seemed to provide hindrances to mortal men in simple tasks.

Though even now, he couldn't understand how it was so hard to put things in perfect alphabetical order.]

[OOC: So Wilhelm will be working at the library for the rest of the day. Feel free to come bug the hell out of him at work.]

Comments

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

It's quite novel, being able to experience pain for more than a fleeting moment. Such a shame that I'm limited to such a meager sting.

Conformity is poison to society. Life grows quite droll when it bears no difference from that of another, I should think.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

It is. I was mildly surprised by the sensation at first, myself.

And yet, without some common bonds, society is bound to fail.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*He reaches into a pocket and takes out a small knife meant for cutting fishing line and the like, slowly drawing the blade across the palm of his left hand, through one or two other cuts and humming faintly in pleasure.* How's it feel, to be composed of mortal flesh for the first time and subject to the sensations thereof?

And without individuality, beings can't really be called human at all.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[No, he sees absolutely nothing wrong with Albedo doing that in public.]

It is...odd, but not altogether unpleasant. I had never realized the small pleasures that can make up their days before.

No, they can't. It seems they must walk a line between appeasing others and being who they are.

Or at least most must.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*He wipes the blood off the blade on his sleeve and presses a finger to the new cut, partly to keep the blood from getting all over the books (boring though they may be) and partly to aggravate the nerves even more.* Such are life's simple escapes from the monotony of existence.

Quite pathetic, really, watching them struggle to fit with the perceived notion of 'normalcy' at the expense of their individuality.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

It is something I would not have minded having before, although I would not trade what I had for it.

[He rests his chin on his knuckle, smirking. He's decided it's time to play Devil's Advocate.]

While we cannot escape the fact that each individual must be responsible for who they are, can we not say that the society around them owes them some leniency? After all, those bound to be mundane will only have the mundane to work with.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

An amusing diversion not worth the price?

*He moves his finger, idly digging one of the nails he's begun to grow back into the near claws he had before becoming a Testament into the cut.* Men fall far too easily into complacency. I believe the blind acceptance of even my fellow Testaments of the concept that your order was absolute demonstrates that flaw in humanity.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

In the long run no, though I cannot complain on experiencing it for a short while.

[His smirk grows a little at the statement.]

It seems to me that man tends to want to bind itself to something. All the more convenient to have something to flee to should they fail.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Mortality is a strange feeling. *He pulls his bloody fingertip out of his wound and lays his blade flat at the side of his wrist.* The removal of a hand is normally naught but a short relief from the boredom of idle days.

*He removes the metal from his skin and instead makes a small cut on his palm.* Yet now to do so would limit my ability to influence the physical world.

*He licks the blood off the knife with a smirk as he considers Wilhelm's argument.* And the tendency to flock to a single point establishes a pitiful notion of supposed normalcy, a vague concept of law that leads to the even more fragile idea of good and evil that hold no true sway over human consciousness. You could say that society is merely a delusion of humanity, built upon their fears of exclusion based upon differing desires. But of course, that raises the question of whether or not men are truly capable of desiring different from one another, hmm~?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

A strange feeling, like being chained to the earth, isn't it? And yet not entirely unpleasant. I suppose even prisoners must have their pleasantries.

While society, or man's apparent desire and creation of it, does in fact invoke the creation of good and evil, I would argue that there remains the possibility of a society being created when such ideals are cast aside. But of course, this remains to be seen if man might reach it.

Men desire different things, certainly. But the ways they desire to gain them are often the same.

Albedo, you and your double entendres...

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Even the beating of a heart long since stopped is worthy of interest...although Rubedo's is currently outside my reach.

Such arbitrary divisions are the nature of human perception. But no, not arbitrary, is it? Men seek out others like themselves and exclude those that differ. Is that not the basis for such perceived travesties as holy wars? Even wars between nations are so frequently sparked by disagreements over the undefined notions of good and evil or else attributed to them when those responsible don't wish to admit to the greed and insecurity they slaughtered so many to quell.

Very rare is the mortal that acts not out of personal greed.

Never

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

And yet they so rarely admit what it is that really motivates them, do they? It has always been better to attempt to say they've had some greater good in mind then to realize the factors that truly push them.

I suppose until man realizes that, it will always be earthbound, and never head skyward.

I swear I don't mean for them, he just gives them to me.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

That reliance upon the opinions and perceptions of others forces men to seek out an excuse for behavior otherwise dubbed 'evil' by their peers. What better mask for greed than wishing to liberate the oppressed? Such a shame they're so adept at deceiving themselves as well.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

And unfortunate that they never realize that that which they've labeled greed has been responsible for their survival.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Greed is the very basis for human development, no? Without such as motivation, mankind wouldn't have been able to reach beyond the confines of their land of birth until the fear of a dying planet forced them to do so. That is, assuming the species survived that long.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

I have always wondered if man was not inherently self-destructive, with how greatly it loathes that which retains its survival.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*He throws his head back and laughs, uncaring of the drones he startles out of their reading.* And yet, the mere mention of death's approach sends them clinging to whatever they believe able to preserve their fleeting existence. Ironic, really, that mortals wish for the very curse I spent the latter half of my physical existence seeking to rid myself of. But perhaps not a curse if shared with those dearest to us...

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

It is truly rare to find a being who has no need for social interaction. It would make you wonder if such an existence would be one to be admired or pitied.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Such a being isn't even fit to be called human. Even a tool of war such as myself desires certain companionship.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Better to be selective then to wish to have any company at all, i should think.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Such standards are necessary in a world so filled with those unable to project their own will onto the world.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

It would be better, then, to lead those who can to project their wills.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Unfortunate that humans with such force of will and the required intelligence to make use of it are so uncommon.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

And so many of those who are lack either the desire to do so, or knowledge they can.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

As well as the ability to comprehend one with motivations beyond their experience.