Gotterdammerung

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There are three options for interacting with Wilhelm today.

A. Staring. STAAARIING.

[As you go about your business today, you might find Wilhelm as several of the places you go to. He might be sitting at a bench in the park, or reading in the library, or stopping to eat for lunch. And even if you never met him before...he might seem oddly familiar now. And if you have met him before, you have a hard time telling exactly how long you've known Wilhelm. Because for some reason, it now feels like you've known him longer then you should have.

And if he happens to notice you looking at him? He'll just look back. And smile.

You may not know him, but he definitely gives off the air that he knows you.]

B. Releasing his Inner Child

[Feel free to find Wilhelm sitting on the front step of his house. Considering some of the snow still remains, and he's yet to be given a new job by the town after losing his position in the library he must have some way to entertain himself.

There's a ball of snow rolling across the ground, as if moved by invisible fingers. And it continues to grow, and grow, and grow, until it reaches the proper size Wilhelm desires. And he continues to do this twice more, eventually stacking each ball on top of the other.

He's never made a snowman before. He must admit, it is moderately entertaining.

Occasionally, a drone passes by, and Wilhelm seems to immediately stiffen, to concentrate, the one eye he has remaining narrowing for a moment. And he does this until the drone leaves, and then the tension leaves his body. And he looks much more disappointed before he goes back to his previous work.]

C. Phone

For each person, there is said to be at least one, if not more, defining trait. And it is that trait, or that ability, or that belief, which makes us who we are. Which is our primary mode of defining ourselves. And sometimes, we do not realize just how much that trait defines us until it is stripped from us.

I'm curious. What are your defining traits, Mayfield? What is it that defines the essence of you?

[OOC: Wilhelm has regained his connection to the collective unconscious as his regain. For details of, and a permission post for, this power, see here: http://repeatsalvation.livejournal.com/7307.html]

It would seem this town has seen fit to yet again drone me. While having my will stripped away from me is always something I fail to relish, it would appear I missed whatever catastrophe that was deemed necessary to fall on us during my droning.

Anyone care to explain?

Death.

For how often we deal with it, I wonder how many truly understand it. I do not mean that as a statement of condescension, not for all of you, at least. But this town presents a rather tactless, if not incorrect, view and form of it.

For one, death is not a punishment. Death is merely another link in the cycle of creation, and attempts to use it or view it as a form of punishment are exceedingly faulty. And are, in fact, laughable. All things, in the end, die.

Secondly, death is not to be feared. When I say that, I do not mean caution should not be taken against dangerous situations. Nor do I mean there shouldn't be anxiety, or even some fear, when death is near. But to be overwhelmed by terror at the thought of it is to give in to an inexcusable tactic. Again, we all die. It is something we must come to accept.Which leads to the final point.

Death is not an ending. No one ever truly dies. Not just here, where they force us into the chains of mortal flesh again and again, but anywhere. Mankind is beyond merely a body. And there is more that waits after the body is shed.

Our captors demonstrate, in their use of violence and the way they view death and rebirth, that they're fools. Petty. Idiotic children babbling and threatening a concept they have no real understanding on.

Do not let yourselves be intimidate by them, or fear them. They are hardly deserving of fear. And you people are more fearsome then they are. Your wills shine so brightly.

Don't be broken by them.

[And the call ends. Wilhelm will now be looking around his house for Jr, Nall, and chaos (though he's already spoken with him once since respawning).]

 [There's a slight rustling noise as the receiver is taken off the hook and apparently placed down. Then, the tapping of a few piano keys, as if attempting to test it. Then, after a few moments, he begins to play this piece. While he's able to keep it up for the most part, there's several times where he falters a bit, clearly out of practice. But he manages to get through the entire piece without many blunders. 

There's silence for a moment before Wilhelm speaks.]

I suppose, all things considering, the season calls for appropriate music. And we could do with better music all around, then what is often played on the radio here or on television. I suppose I merely felt that music of better quality then what we're usually subjected to might be appreciated, even if it was hardly my best and there are those here I'm quite certain could play better.

For life without good music is pitiable, indeed.

With how vulgarly it sounds like the town is preparing to play with the term, I am curious.

Tell me, Mayfield. What are your thoughts on love?

Let us continue our discourse on temptation from earlier in this week.

Who do you believe is responsible for the loss of personal limbs or memories during the trade: the post office, or those who go to make the trade. Certainly, it is the post office and whoever is in control that takes, and yet these things could not have been taken without the consent of those trading. That you did not know what would be taken is, in part, irrelevant. You knew the cost would be high.

So who is truly responsible? The post office, those trading, or both?

[Hey, Jr, MOMO: feel free to notice that daddy is sitting at the kitchen table with an eye patch over his left eye, and a spinning globe in front of him. Looks like he managed to get a neat new toy, huh?]

I will admit that it has been a long time since I bothered to set foot in an actual church, let alone needed to. I suppose I only did so today out of curiosity to see what something as willless as the drones would preach on. I was unsurprised to see the focus was on the book of the law, where God is proclaimed to be jealous in one verse and then loving a few verses later.

Tell me. What is your opinion on God? Not merely if you believe in him, but do you consider his existence something to care about? And if I were to give evidence to you that it did, indeed, exist, would that change your opinion at all?

[It was rare for him to feel anything similar to surprise, but he hadn't exactly expected to wake up in a strange bedroom surrounded by pictures of people he didn't recognize. It would be a surreal experience and feeling for anyone, but there were a few things that added to it for Wilhelm.

The first was that there was no reason for him to wake up. He never slept.

The second was that there was no person, galaxy-wide, in his reality he didn't recognize.

He simply picked up the picture and stared in wonder at it for a moment. What an altogether odd occurrence. ...Had something gone wrong during the struggle against Zarathustra? Had he hallucinated mankind's eventual victory entirely? He could identify the clothing as being common in 1950s America; had a bizarre temporal anomaly occurred. He felt lightheaded. He needed to-

He felt lightheaded. He dropped the picture.

He didn't experience physical feelings.

He tried to search, to see if he could connect with the Unconscious. Nothing. ..An entirely new dimension then? Or had just that much damage been dealt. With his usual means of gathering information cut off, he supposed he'd have to explore. Looking at the phone next to his bed stand, he said in a calm, collected voice.]

...How interesting. There isn't, perhaps, anyone who could explain to me as to how I got here, or why?

[OOC: Anyone who possesses psychic powers, or some form of magic that can detect mental waves or something, you're going to feel a short moment of extreme discomfort when Wilhelm first wakes up. Being the personification of the Collective Unconscious of his universe, imagine the sensation his entrance brings as feeling like you're swimming in the ocean, and feel something just impossibly massive moving underneath you. It's only there for a brief moment before it's gone, but it's clearly there.

Also, MOMO-mun and Rubedo-mun, since you have both been accepted, I've decided to start by making the first post of our group's cast. I hope you don't mind, and please inform me if you do.]