Doctor Dyadic
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Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 14, 2022 4:34:12 GMT
Dyadic looked at each other, one's eyes full of confusion and the other's full of concern, before both looked back at Faythe. Indrid smirked, crossing his arms.
"Look sister, you broke her." Aarica only shook her head slowly.
"You're completely fine Faythe, no offense or disrespect was taken or assumed." After Faythe took the payment, Indrid yawned, covering his mouth as he did. He watched the lady freeze up and grow more paler with weary eyes, but he did nothing. He knew his sister was on the same page as him. "Are you... alright?" Aarica began, asking the question that was on both of their minds. After hearing what she had to say, the reasoning behind her sudden shift in tone and attitude, they understood.
Indrid laughed, offering both Faythe and Aarica a cocky grin. Aarica chuckled quietly.
"The Garden is real," Dyadic said harmoniously. "All of them are." Their voice overlapped each other's perfectly as if they were merely two different sides of the same coin.
"It just depends on which one you visit! There's countless realms out there, the location of the one angel-guarded escapes me..." Indrid rubbed his temple in frustration, running his hand through his hair. "Some Edens are completely fake as well. Just normal gardens named in honor of the real thing."
"If you rule the world and command the populus' hearts, you can create as many mysterious myths or rumors as you wish... or misguide everyone to hide the truth." Aarica replied. "We know this Eden in particular exists, we've accidently stumbled there during my brother's Dreadstar Portal experiments. Due to that accident, we didn't quite have time to map out the area before we were bisected by that angel's blade." The ghost of a woman spoke about the incident as if it were normal to be chopped in half... so casually and calmly.
"You have no idea how long it took to reconnect my lower torso." Indrid muttered, clearly livid. "When I become a god, I swear..."
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Feb 14, 2022 4:54:42 GMT
Now if she wasn’t broke before she was broken now.
Elbows on the counter fingers pressed together her lips resting on both index fingers with the tip of her thumbs under her chin. The concern of her face was genuine.
She breathed and sat up her mouth opening but it still took a moment for sound to come out.
“This is very much beyond my area of expertise. But after ten years… ten.” She repeated to make sure her point was to be made. “People are creating dimensions and twisting realities to is extent? Is no one figuring out that this very thing is probably what the Being’s prophecy eluded to? Am I over thinking this? The rate of progression from simple abilities and biological anomalies to space and time manipulation, could this be causing the collapse of existence itself?”
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Doctor Dyadic
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Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 14, 2022 5:23:21 GMT
"Perhaps." Aarica replied plainly, leaning on the counter in a similar manner as Faythe. Her expression was stone cold, but her eye reflected understanding. "There aren't many with the ability to twist things at to their will but I agree the quickness of how all is progressing is... alarming."
"I don't know anything about a prophecy, that stuff is more up Aarica's ally, but I do know creating pocket dimensions, realms of all sorts, and accessing them is very much so possible without Nen. In fact, I was on the verge of a huge breakthrough before... before..." Indrid looked at Aarica, who didn't bother to take her sights off Faythe before sighing. "Existence won't collapse until we are god, damn it! You overthink nothing, you're just one of the smart ones."
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Feb 14, 2022 6:25:03 GMT
Faythe pulled out a book and opened it it had pressed flowers and notes with sketches all throughout it it includes progression of her abilities. She was a studious person and kept records of many things. She has had some good practice when she grew up monitoring her health.
She turned it over and pointed to a page. One side had a crudely sketched image of the Being and on the other what it said and around both were the scribbles and scrawlings if possible interpretations and key points noted.
“My voice is the offspring
Of two Worlds Colliding
A sphere of Disaster
And a plane of Morality
Extinction of Humanity
Separates the Monsters from Men.
As the Crescent Crosses
Western Skies
Keep your Eyes
Shielded
And your Souls
Guarded
Lift your fingers through
the Soil
For it is from Stars We came
and to Dust we shall Return.
“It was some kind of angelic being but this was all over the news and when I started showings signs like others becoming altered I searched videos of it online made sure I could not forget.” She waited on their reply.
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Doctor Dyadic
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Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 14, 2022 7:00:33 GMT
Dyadic watched as Faythe opened her book and upon briefly looking at a few of the contents, smiled and nodded in approval of the habit. Records of all kinds were important for the gifted, those who didn't keep a precise record of events and findings were simply moronic, Indrid thought.
Aarica listened to the words again, closely. They were familiar to her, but not Indrid. Wondering why, she contemplated asking him but quickly changed her mind, remembering that he wasn't even conscious after the explosion; he didn't hear any part of the being's prophesy.
"When we became Dyadic, Indrid was on his death bed, and I was between the spaces of life and death. I heard the angel thing clearly, but my brother did not. I have two speculations. One, when the Altered began displaying their gifts, I believe it's around that time Nen began to seriously interfere with our world, granting power to individuals based on what they were doing, what they're touched by, or what have been through recently. Hence us surviving. Through mortal Tech and immortal Gifts. That's my hypothesis at least..."
"Also. It's only logical to assume every line that angel spoke is a clue. The only issue is figuring out if the events it spoke about already happened through Nen, and our world- and the Altered- are the result of that... or if what it said has yet to happen. Perplexing... but the flower we are searching for will be a clue nonetheless!" Indrid finished by crossing his arms, looking approvingly at Faythe and Aarica. Aarica looked again at the messy sketch on the page, humming.
"It might also be worthwhile to find something that looks like this. An angel," Aarica told Faythe. "Don't you think so?"
"I've never dissected an angel before... I wonder how it works..." Indrid responded, rubbing his chin lost in thought of all the ways he could test the effects Nen from flora had on an Altered angel cross.
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Feb 14, 2022 8:58:59 GMT
“I’ve concluded similar hypothesis that or our “Angel” is an Alien. I think it’s absolutely a warning I’ve also considered the possibility it opened the paths allowing Nen to flow here to possibly defend ourselves from two worlds colliding. It really kind of reminds me of some “End of Days” like just maybe we are running out of time.” Faythe pointed at her notes where she had these thoughts scribbled in confirmation to what she said.
She looked at the two concluding her view of her notes and started thinking aloud. “Maybe that means our potential incline of Nen powers is possibly a good thing unless it’s still a bad thing, like I mentioned before, as the sphere of destruction and colliding worlds might be the result of an out of control Nen user” she tensed realizing what she did. “… ah… forgive me. I’m so used to talking about these things alone I’m letting myself run away. Still… this is a lot to think about. These “clues” are being quite unfair… no higher being could ever be straight forward can they?“
She furrowed her brow looking over the poem again. “What is the likely hood you can find that Guardian of Eden again? Because maybe… if we want to know more about Angels the. We can ask the one we know at least somewhat where they might be.”
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Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 24, 2022 2:12:50 GMT
As Faythe pointed at her words and spoke her piece, Aarica listened and looked on with undivided and unwavered attention.
"Unfortunately if either is the case, be it alien or old end of days prophesy, not all will accept this, just like with the religions of today. And soon... with us." Aarica was thinking of the future, of the ways this could potentially affect both Indrid and the world they currently live in; it'll be absolute chaos.
Indrid laughed, nodding approvingly at her self rant.
"The mark of a true thinker! No god ever just lays out their grand plan, it's always left to assumption- until I become god that is. If it's an out of control Nen user we will absolutely find it. Them."
"And properly dispose of them," Aarica added quietly, "Someone that tedious must be learned from and dealt with so no chaos can be driven from them again. However, that may mean the end of Nen altogether..." Dyadic looked at each other in thought before answering her final question.
"Point six percent," Dyadic replied in harmony. "We'll be more suited finding a Nen user that can locate an Angel here."
"It'll take me some time to build spacial device to transport us to the correct Eden..." Indrid finished.
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Feb 24, 2022 12:55:10 GMT
The thought of finding a garden like Eden or even a Yggdrasil… or just ancient earth was igniting her curiosity. And hearing their acceptance of her momentary lapse in present conversation was rather warming.
“Ah yes… you might be right. Accepting it or not when the storm is coming either way I don’t think is the big concern… you don’t have to accept it when you can at least be prepared for it.” Faythe smiled weakly.
“Better than believing specific something will happen I think a lot of people are ready to prepare for anything. I suppose nothing can prepare us better than figuring out as much of the truth as we can and facing it. Consider me a willing and able hand to your cause.” She platted her chest gently motioning to her self.
She waved that same hand in dismissal hearing the small percentage Dryadic gave her. “That’s incredibly small… I would be afraid history would repeat itself if something went wrong and I don’t particularly have the heart to raise that Cenotaph so soon. If you have a better idea or two then let’s try those with higher chances beforehand. If we can find a Nen user who can speak to them that sounds fair; I mean I speak to plants, I met a guy who speaks to the dead… can’t count it out of the realm of possibility.”
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Doctor Dyadic
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Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 24, 2022 22:58:44 GMT
"Do you hear that sister?" Indrid said, his excitement clear and present in his voice. "Faythe is now a willing ally to the cause of the new world's god!" Aarica, in reply, nodded without showing the same excitement, her mind more focused on the other things at hand. She listened to what Faythe had to say before turning her head towards her brother.
"Indrid, what are the odds of finding either a Nen user that can locate angels or a Nen user that so happens to be one?"
"Damn near absolute certain unless the infinite possibility theory fails to apply." Indrid said. Aarica then turned back to Faythe.
"We remember fighting someone who disagreed with our disection methods. Let's call him... Adam. That individual had this deathly aura, as if death itself was aiding or fueling his Nen.My hypothesis is if such an individual, such an entity exists, then the liklihood of finding an angel or angelic Nen user is very high."
"Regardless! We agree with what you said, leave it to us to do the field work, you stay in this flower lab! That was not a suggestion." While Indrid stared daggers at the pale woman, his mechanical eyes a mix of concern and absolute disregard, Aarica giggled.
"Yes, we will always come back here and report our findings to you. It's only natural to share commonwealth knowledge for the greater good... or for one's own good."
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Feb 25, 2022 12:24:33 GMT
She smiled and nodded with their conversation as it went on. She stiffened when a finger came in her direction as a small surprise. It made her smile come back and her shoulders relaxed. A bit of pink glowed on her white cheeks. A curled finger went to her lips as if to tame them from spreading across her cheeks too wide. Another hand grabbed a sweater and a scarf which was draped across the back of her chair.
As she pulled the extra layers around her she felt it was charming that someone was so concerned for her well-being. She’d feel guilty usually but there was something about this that didn’t feel like she was an extra weight on them. Actually it felt good to know this was something she could do… she can help even from where she was rooted.
“If you need anymore advice, resource, something for a headache, or even something to make your baths more relaxing I can give you a discount… I still need to pay bills so that’s the best I can do.” She looked away and pulled her scarf over her mouth a bit ashamed she couldn’t do more.
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Doctor Dyadic
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Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 25, 2022 14:39:15 GMT
Indred's attitude again changed as he silently watched Faythe put on her scarf, subconsciously grabbing his own in mirror fashion. Noticing this, Aarica shifted her posture so she could see both Faythe and Indrid, concerned the latter would lash out considering his nature. Aarica shook her head slowly.
"Discounts are not necessary." Aarica proclaimed happily. "As we said we will frequent this place. It seems safe enough... my brother has a habit of pushing our limits..." Chuckling, she straightened her stance, crossing her arms. At last, Indrid broke his silence.
"Embarrassment or flustering anger?" Indrid asked, a hand on his chin rubbing it. He was questioning the occasional increase of color in Faythe's face, but him being him, at times he just couldn't pinpoint what exactly was being felt. "Doesn't matter, I'll add it in my notes, it may be... hmm... anyway, let's go Aarica! I have a thesis to write."
Aarica approached Faythe slowly, outstretching a hand in attempt to fix her scarf with a soft smile. Her slow actions an attempt to not startle Faythe or show harmful intent. "Let me," she'd say as she did. "Withered or flourishing, a face shouldn't be hidden lest you turn out like me... missing an eye, forever tearful..."
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Feb 25, 2022 14:59:43 GMT
She was going to insist but Ingrid’s studious gaze upon her face and note her warming cheeks to question the reason only made it travel up through her eyes and to her forehead.
Further there after Aarica got close and adjusted her scarf. Faythe allowed it but her hands went up and her voice became breathless as she protested. “Oh no it’s a tick… I w-was happy to help and your appreciation of it was… heartwarming.”
She heard Aarica’s words however which made her shake her head and place hands over the Ghostly Woman’s own before the finished adjusting her scarf. Faythe’s growing confidence to address Aarica’s physicality was made in this moment. Her voice turned serious as the red in her face grew lesser as she breathed. She noted Aarica’s lack of covering up those features she was supposedly ashamed of. “You don’t believe those words… still I’m fine, I’m not usually this transparent, but from the start your walls were open and welcoming. I couldn’t help but mirror this trust and confidence in myself. You two have a good day and let us meet again another.” She let her hands go and would wave them off.
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Post by Doctor Dyadic on Feb 27, 2022 19:53:55 GMT
The very moment Faythe's hands touched Aarica's own, Indred felt a sensation, as if his own soul was touched. In a way, it was. His eyes shot at Faythe, staring at her as his purple ire began to glow more and more furiously. He wanted to do something, he always did when someone or something dared touch his sister. But... he did nothing. His demeanor relaxed more and more as his feelings of audacious anger was sated by a feeling of content and security. Was this what Aarica was feeling, he thought to himself. Regardless, his race changed to a small smile.
Meanwhile, Aarica's face developed the faintest hint of red as the same shade vanished from Faythe's. While the surprise of someone like Faythe even attempting to touch her without malicious intent was something, she couldn't help but smile a little at her words. Moments like these made her feel alive, and feeling her brother's content made the moment even more special for her. She knew it wouldn't last.
"We will certainly meet once again," Aarica replied.
"If I see you in the afterlife I'll kick your ass myself," Indrid yelled, livid. "You better not die while we're gone! Cling to this life or face the wrath of Doctor Dyadic!" With a huff, Indrid stormed towards the entrance. Humming, Aarica nodded, seemingly agreeing with her brother's words. With a wave in return, Aarica began to vanish in front of Faythe's eyes along with anything she was carrying. After feeling her return to him, Indrid left, muttering things to himself that could only be summed up as algebraic expressions.
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Post by Faythe Lyveaf on Feb 28, 2022 0:13:26 GMT
And her shop was quiet being replaced by the sounds of the streets. A grin on her face.
What a fortunate encounter. A notebook was picked up by her thin, bone defined fingers and she began to make further notes on theories about this Flower that transcends life and filled with Nen. It was a fresh book she would start by listing flowers with names and significants flowers the afterlife. She also wrote a list of lore plants which might hold significance. Possible locations for those would be also significant.
She made note of Dryadic and their story. She did her best to recall everything they mentioned. She wrote about the boy the other day who spoke to the dead. It was a few hours of extensive writing. She hadn’t even realized she was open past her usual hours and it was actually getting late.
She made a few sales even as her doors were still open but her mind was hardly in her work until she was finished. When she came back and finally closed her doors she carried the book to bed and read over all of it.
She was still smiling.
She was excited to have learned so much and yet with that leak of knowledge there was a flood waiting to burst. The damn of her ignorance would begin to falter. And yet she was smiling remembering in between the bits of knowledge the friends that she made. Such strangers they are even still, yet she could walk to the end of the Earth to share their burden, and discover the truths they’ll find.
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