Junior Apothecary Emilia Westmarch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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resort_link2014-07-03 01:00 pm
ewestmarch) wrote in resort_link2014-07-03 01:00 pm
Audio, public.
[A sharp, scratchy female voice comes over the network, spitting her words like bullets.]
Where does the solidness of the objects come from when you turn on a spawner? How does it convert electrical energy into bread, or cloth, or gold? Is there a limit to how much of a certain material you can tell it to conjure?
It's all well and good to have spawners in every fucking color of the rainbow, but my world has too much power and not enough food. One of these could change the entire economy. Bring the bottom closer to the top.
And don't get any sly damned ideas. I saw it first. Just answer the questions.
[Private, also, to Braska.]
I've seen you over the network. What happens to the dead when they aren't Sent?
Where does the solidness of the objects come from when you turn on a spawner? How does it convert electrical energy into bread, or cloth, or gold? Is there a limit to how much of a certain material you can tell it to conjure?
It's all well and good to have spawners in every fucking color of the rainbow, but my world has too much power and not enough food. One of these could change the entire economy. Bring the bottom closer to the top.
And don't get any sly damned ideas. I saw it first. Just answer the questions.
[Private, also, to Braska.]
I've seen you over the network. What happens to the dead when they aren't Sent?
[private]
[She's being sarcastic. Politesse is a waste of time, in her opinion.]
I'm dead. We're all dead where I'm from. From the day we rise until we're destroyed the living hunt us, try to cleanse us from our own homelands, see us as a mockery of the lives we lived.
Maybe we are. But we won't die again. Not without a fight.
[private]
Braska's first instinct is to perform the prayer, but he doesn't, partly because she wouldn't be able to see it, anyway, so it wouldn't serve its purpose as an apology, and because... well, he really shouldn't do that any more, anyway. But not doing it makes it harder for him to express his feelings and thoughts on this.]
I... see, [is what he ends up saying. He tries to shake himself properly out of his shock.] I believe I understand, now. [... what else does he say, here? That he doesn't believe he knows of any circumstances where fiends have been purposefully hunted down without having harmed someone first? That he's an Unsent? Neither of these things would be helpful at all.
... but there's still...] I... must admit, though, I still find myself a little confused. Did you seek me out from curiousity? To determine if I would try to harm you? I am more than willing to answer any more questions you may have, regardless of your reasons, of course, but... What is it, truly, that you're seeking from me?
[private]
What is the worst thing you've seen happen to an un-sent soul?
[private]
He thinks about this for a moment.]
There will be... sometimes, a person who clings to life harder than others, be it because of some kind of trauma they endured, or because of a promise they made... [Does he seem more sad, here?] A goal that drives them... Something that makes them more determined to stay in Spira. These people, through nothing but sheer determination, do not become fiends. They keep their human shapes, crafting them out of pyreflies. These people -- They are called Unsent. They walk freely in the world, unbeknownst to those who are still alive around them.
And I have heard tales... of Unsent who started to -- change. They warped themselves, or were warped by their own emotions, and began to become fiends, themselves. I haven't witnessed it myself [because the most notable example happened in his daughter's lifetime], but I can't imagine slowly losing yourself is an easy or a happy thing to endure.
[... and then, there are the fayth, and there is what happened to Jecht. But they don't exactly qualify as "Unsents," do they? They're their own thing. And Jecht -- That's not something Braska's willing to talk about, even if he was entirely comfortable with this conversation, which he still isn't.]
[private]
Do they pass for human, if they don't become corrupted?
[private]
Yes, they do. They bleed, eat, and sleep just like any other person.
[private]
[private]
It's... difficult to explain. In Spira, pyreflies are in everything. Some might argue that pyreflies are everything, for when we die, should our souls move on to the Farplane, then even our bodies become pyreflies. They look like... lights, little flying lights, leaving behind a trail of colors. Quite beautiful. But they are so much more than that. They are the... proof of life. They are life energy. Mages and summoners manipulate them in order to cast spells and give aeons form.
I suppose, then, that if the Unsent was previously a mage or a summoner, then it might be easier than usual to create their form with the pyreflies. But the strength of will comes in maintaining your sense of self, and in resisting the pull of the Farplane.