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[ closed ] you see a man
WHO: Vincent Smith (
banworthy) + CLOSED starters.
WHEN: July.
WHERE: Various places.
WHAT: People actually want to spend time with Vincent (he's surprised and suspicious, too).
NOTES\WARNINGS: Silent Hill 3 spoilers, cult indoctrination.
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WHEN: July.
WHERE: Various places.
WHAT: People actually want to spend time with Vincent (he's surprised and suspicious, too).
NOTES\WARNINGS: Silent Hill 3 spoilers, cult indoctrination.
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[ He wiggles his fingers every so often as he grabs a new chip or going to get some more dip for himself. ] Valtiel. [ He corrects, surprisingly without that much annoyance in his voice. ] He crawls along the dark and through the walls. His shape is not something the eyes can perceive and body trembles through reality. [ Flicking his wrist, he digs some more chips and grumbles, but doesn't comment further. Saying why the realm of God is so cluttered would make him sound insane. ]
Yes, well, people will find any reason to hate someone. [ He pauses to take a drink as he wonders if anyone hates him. He doesn't think that he's worth it, and so he doubts that anyone does actually hate him. ] Save for me since it's hardly worth anyone's time to hate me.
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[He considered, repeating the name several times until he had spoken it correctly. He appreciated the patience on Vincent's end for that.] That sounds like it would create quite the fright to encounter. What is Valtiel a lesser god of? [He expected there were plenty of details, but he didn't mind the evasiveness. Vincent clearly was trying to set a particular impression on him. See? Practically friendship.]
That's because we manipulate a perception of caution to 'other' others and pick out their differences as if they are dangerous. It's a survival mechanism on some level. [He was rather nonchalant about it. He was used to being hated for many reasons, and sometimes from people who had never met him in the first place.] Yet, you contend people have a negative opinion of you. That seems contrary, since negativity can lead down the path of hate easily enough.
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[ His face scrunches up in confusion at the idea that it would be frightening to encounter him. ] It's best to consider Valtiel as a governing angel. There's nothing frightening about him. [ Involuntarily, he rests his palm against one eye, pressing his glasses against his face. He remembers the fear he felt when he came to this Etraya; he thought God had descended and awaited judgement. But that isn't Valtiel. His hand drops away. ]
It could, yes, but thankfully, I'm a pathetic man who people would find tiresome to hate. They'll come to the unfortunate realization that it's pointless to hate me. [ He flicks his hand to the side. ] Killing me is even more of a waste of everyone's time. It wouldn't even be enjoyable. [ And he bites a chip in half. ]
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[Eh, he had the sneaking suspicion that Vincent's version of 'nothing frightening' and everyone else's may be different. Of course, who was he to tell? He was used to things lurking in the dark meant to frighten.] I see. I'll take your word for it, as I highly doubt that I'll have the pleasure of his company in this place. [That left him wondering what Vincent was afraid of, if anything at all.]
You haven't met some truly spiteful people, have you? For some, the ability to hate is like a passion project they invest all of their time and energy into. [He knew at least one in the Lanes that would hate Vincent just to prove that it was possible long-term. People were contrary after all. They didn't like to be told what they couldn't do.] You're rather flippant about the idea of being killed.
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It certainly is doubtful. [ He wouldn't want to invoke his presence, anyway. He just happened to be fine with existing in the same space as Valtiel. It would be sacrilegious and blasphemous to think otherwise. As he carries on with the conversation, his mind is already going through Scripture and rites -- repeating to himself how terrible it would be to not welcome Valtiel. ]
Oh, yes, I have. It's just I know how to act if it ends up being that sort of situation. [ He tilts his head and gives a smile. His final prayer finishes in his head. ] I've died months ago. What am I going to do? Mourn my death forever? [ He built a bridge and got over it. ]
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So, here we are, right? Just two guys sitting in a closed café we happened to break into for a middle-of-the-night chat. [And hopefully at no point tonight would either he nor Vincent be visited by any otherworldly entity. It would definitely disrupt the vibe that they currently had at the very least.]
And how is that? [He was delighted to hear that Vincent was nonplussed by such people. This man truly was interesting, if all this talk was in fact also a reality.] Hardly. I assume that you learned something from it and moved on.
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[ But he drops his arms soon after so he can start scooping out more of the dip and chips. Each time he eats, he wiggles his fingers. ] Isn't it cozy? Truly one of life's few pleasures that we have in life. Doing crime in a place without a society.
[ He chuckles to himself. ] Oh, you know -- whining, sniveling, bending oneself over backwards while apologizing on one's knees. [ He flicks his fingers over the dip. ] I value myself much more than whatever pride or ego I might have. If it takes debasing myself to survive, I don't see any reason why I need to hold my head up high.
[ A flicking finger toward Vander. ] You should write that down. [ And he smiles before continuing: ] I learned something I suppose. But it's mostly that it was just... unproductive to my plans to keep being upset about dying. We're alive now... what are people going to do? Hold us a funeral so we can feel better?
[ He holds his hands out to him. ] There are things to do. [ He claps his hands together, sharp, violent. ] Nothing else to do but move on.
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He tilted his head at the introduction. Was Vincent talking about his home? There was a lot of crime, and people did relish that aspect of their freedom even if it came with its own manner of oppression. Were all worlds like that though? Rampant with crime and culture and oppression?] Are you talking about your home then? Or Etraya? Most places will create a sense of community eventually after all.
[He shrugged his shoulders; he still hadn't entirely determined his own fate even though he called himself dead. His life as he had once known it was definitely over. It was complicated.] I can't say I care much for funerals. Maybe a little monument for a small time that will fade away or be replaced in time.
[He watched Vincent.] Is that what your religion tells you to do? Move on?
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[ He flicks his fingers off to the side. Some bot in the morning is going to have to clean up flecks of dip off the surface of the table and floor -- and not feel anything about it because it's a bot. ]
I'm not even sure I would like that, but -- [ Vincent flicks his fingers yet again. There isn't much that is left of what he's eating but he did enjoy it for what it was. ] It seems you aren't a bad chef, at least. So maybe they'll remember you for that, Vander. [ He's funny. ]
As I told you, death is considered a miracle. We do not fear death.
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As in, you feel like it is pointless for people to remember you in a physical way? How do you feel about people talking about you, your deeds or your memory? [He nodded his head, following the jumping conversation topics without much discomfort.] That's not what I'll be remembered for, but thank you.
[A miracle, huh? Well, he supposed that Kindred might also feel that way; he wouldn't know.] Most people fear death in some capacity. There is a healthy fear of the unknown, of losing influence and permanence.
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[ Vincent has thought about it, though. If things had been different, if he never came to this place, he would've just been a footnote in Heather's life. A man that she met and watch die. Something she would've eventually moved past, and that would be the end of him being remembered. His name possibly even forgotten.
He didn't feel anything about that revelation then, and he doesn't feel anything about that knowledge at present. ]
Well, you're welcome, I suppose.
[ He opens his hands as he gestures above his head. ] Most people with religion believe their God will welcome them at the time of death. There's a sort of -- [ He rolls his wrist in the air. ] -- peaceful connotation to death when you have a sense of what is to come next. [ He pauses to push his glasses up, feeling them yet again slip down. ]
Immortality is considered a punishment, not a boon.