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Junior Apothecary Emilia Westmarch ([personal profile] ewestmarch) wrote in [community profile] 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?
endsorrow: (ᘒ i am lazarus,come from the dead)

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[personal profile] endsorrow 2014-08-04 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[How... secretive. Braska can't say he's surprised. But, he said earlier that he wasn't going to push, so he's not going to. He'll leave it where it is.

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.]
Edited 2014-08-04 07:31 (UTC)
endsorrow: (ᘒ just what i mean)

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[personal profile] endsorrow 2014-08-04 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Braska is lucky that this is audio only, because he can't quite manage to contain his wry smile at the irony of this.]

Yes, they do. They bleed, eat, and sleep just like any other person.
endsorrow: (ᘒ lingered upon the pools)

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[personal profile] endsorrow 2014-08-04 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
["Good"... What is? Hmmm.]

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.
Edited 2014-08-04 22:50 (UTC)