Solanis
12-30-2017, 09:53 PM
He could spend however long the Rift had left being a recalcitrant, cruel bastard, pulling on strings and going nowhere—he could cast around for the poised, calm confidence he'd felt in Helovia, fueled by certainty, purpose, power, and held back by nothing.
But neither of those things had saved the Rift.
Vjanta's command rested in the seas; Reszo's wisdom hid in the mists; Caevoc's patience slept in the flats. He only had the remnants of the bear, and among Vourib's more prominent strengths lay truth. And yet, blaming today's adventure in hope-giving and kindness on the bear felt like confirming his own lack of existence.
As the split balls of hope went to those gathered, they all surprised him. He wasn't sure what he had expected—businesslike attitudes, doubt, questions, not.. not a chorus of thank yous, like he had given them something great, to be cherished. His dark eyes skipped from Otem to Kiada to K'yarie, to Taivas, to Waker, who didn't say thanks but just blabbered, and at last, to Roscorro.
Nothing else happened. Kisamoa frowned slightly, and shifted his weight between his aching legs. The seconds stretched, and his frown became a scowl. "I told you to go," he muttered, the surly words like a cool blessing in his mouth. He was suddenly reminded of the last time he'd been around, when he had yelled at them all and disappeared—it was tempting to smooth over today's things with a similar exit.
He sighed. The truth of things was that he needed their help, and if today was anything to go by, a few of them were willing to offer it of their own volition. Perhaps, when freely given, it would ring truer, amount to more. He didn't know how help worked.
But he was done here. He had delivered what he had come to deliver. His black eyes swept across those gathered once more. "Thanks," he mirrored back at them, unsure of if it was sarcastic or heartfelt—how do you know when you're being sincere, anyway? He shook his head, turned, and disappeared into the shadows.
But neither of those things had saved the Rift.
Vjanta's command rested in the seas; Reszo's wisdom hid in the mists; Caevoc's patience slept in the flats. He only had the remnants of the bear, and among Vourib's more prominent strengths lay truth. And yet, blaming today's adventure in hope-giving and kindness on the bear felt like confirming his own lack of existence.
As the split balls of hope went to those gathered, they all surprised him. He wasn't sure what he had expected—businesslike attitudes, doubt, questions, not.. not a chorus of thank yous, like he had given them something great, to be cherished. His dark eyes skipped from Otem to Kiada to K'yarie, to Taivas, to Waker, who didn't say thanks but just blabbered, and at last, to Roscorro.
Nothing else happened. Kisamoa frowned slightly, and shifted his weight between his aching legs. The seconds stretched, and his frown became a scowl. "I told you to go," he muttered, the surly words like a cool blessing in his mouth. He was suddenly reminded of the last time he'd been around, when he had yelled at them all and disappeared—it was tempting to smooth over today's things with a similar exit.
He sighed. The truth of things was that he needed their help, and if today was anything to go by, a few of them were willing to offer it of their own volition. Perhaps, when freely given, it would ring truer, amount to more. He didn't know how help worked.
But he was done here. He had delivered what he had come to deliver. His black eyes swept across those gathered once more. "Thanks," he mirrored back at them, unsure of if it was sarcastic or heartfelt—how do you know when you're being sincere, anyway? He shook his head, turned, and disappeared into the shadows.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
Kisamoa out, feel free to wrap up for your characters. It'll be archived in a few weeks. :)
This does not count as meeting Kisamoa. As for meeting others:
* Other character must post at least twice - if thread has more than five participants, you need to have an acknowledged interaction with the other in order to claim for meeting them
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
