I would like to think we were friends even before, if that isn't too bold, although perhaps not to the same depth. When would suit you? I find my diary entirely open, of late.
It's not too bold, I'm just not used to having many friends. Feel free to come by the library any time, I'll be there for most of the next day.
When Gale returns to the library, he'll find it is in the original form which is still quite impressive by anyone else's standards, but Istredd's been displeased that it isn't to his new expectations. He has tried fruitlessly to remake it to the higher levels he witnessed in their strange vision, but the limits of his imagination keep it impossible.
Since getting back, the animals in his space have been crowding around him more often. It's hard to tell how much of it is an internal mind and how much of them are truly their own creatures. But his leosylphs are both crawling on him in the main hall, the five ravens are only a singular floor above his head hovering, and the mechanical FENRIS dog is circling around him. Istredd has pulled one of the major blackboards from its place in another hall to write notes about the experience in. He often will put these in public places after major events happen so people can add their own thoughts if they have them.
Istredd's hair is longer in here, in curls just past his chin, which he rarely has in Thorne unless someone comes across him when he's nervous.
Part of Gale had hoped, perhaps, for a meeting in person. They're both of Thorne, after all, and it would be... somewhat easier to have this conversation that way. In person, part of the problem is more... visually apparent. Istredd might be able to sense something, to understand something, and how much of what they sense here is... real? When your appearance can change at your will.
Still, beggars cannot be choosers.
He's quiet, when he appears in the library. Quiet is, in and of itself, unusual for Gale. He's someone who loves to fill space with chatter, to ask questions, explain every thought. A constant narrative of detail, some unnecessary but he simply cannot help himself. He watches Istredd in silence a moment, studying the curl of his hair and the lines of his back. Then Gale clears his throat. Here, in the Horizon, his own appearance is somewhat neutral. Hair pulled back as it normally is, layered robes with the symbol of the Lovers stitched into them. The glowing mark of the Karsite orb is hidden, but that is his own cowardly choice. He'll have to work up to it.
"Hello," he tries, and there's something about the cheerful greeting that doesn't quite ring true this time. It's awkward, and Gale grimaces himself. "Mmm, I'm usually better at this aren't I? I must confess, I've been feeling a little out of sorts since our adventure. Are you --"
He pauses, takes a hesitant step closer. His own issues aside, Istredd is important too.
Istredd isn't doing well in real life so he is avoiding other people by practically living in his library currently. He is a firm believer these days in feeling his feelings until they're moved past, but it means he has a miserable time until then. He generally prefers meeting in the Horizon regardless when it comes to some topics, because he doesn't trust Thorne not to be listening to them at all times. Paranoid, maybe, but he has his reasons. He does have a powerful sound spell that usually keeps things private, but that could raise red flags too. It's safer in here.
The leosylphs look up when a new person enters and the black and red one (Reficul) goes right up to him. Tiny as can be, he sits on Gale's foot and decides to stay there, difficult to knock off unless he intentionally does so. It'll stay when he walks, perfectly balanced. The ravens all look at him with one twist of their heads, but say nothing. His creatures do seem to have a mind of their own, as he doesn't tell any of them what to do.
"You're still doing better than me by saying hello." Istredd smiles wryly at him, but he also is a quiet individual. He isn't prone to chatter or filling in silence, although he talks enthusiastically when there is something to talk about. He does seem muted though. "I should have said it first." He did invite him here after all.
"Existing," Gale echoes wryly. He drops into a crouch, holding out a hand to the leosylph gently. If it consents, he'll gently pick it up -- or let it climb him as it prefers. He just wants to stand without risk of dislodging something so soft and small! That, and maybe he misses Tara. The leosylph remind him of tressym.
Ah, but, that isn't the end of his answer, is it? He's existing, but with new problems. That's why he's here. Gale frowns, troubled.
"But something has... changed, in mine, since the Singularity. I'm aware it's a source of power, of potential, but I'm uncertain if the change is... one the Singularity has imposed on me, or one happening as a result of new stress on my decidedly mortal form."
He pauses, then chuckles.
"I'm not doing a very good job of explaining this, am I?"
Talking around it in circles, he knows. The fear of judgement has him holding back, but the consequences of ignoring it all could be far worse.
Reficul climbs into his hand and regally sits there, glad for the attention. The leosylphs are usually very calming creatures, a little magically so, but the ones in here are only pets. He will crawl onto Gale's shoulder if he allows it, liking to be so tall. Lara apparently decides to one up him by crawling onto Istredd to be tall too. It's remarkable how much personality creatures made by imagination can give.
"A new power? Sometimes the Singularity does that, yes." Istredd will have to be on the look out to see if he's gotten anything new he wasn't aware of. Each one of his new abilities have been accidentally found out by him through mere experimentation. "I assume that is how, in this fictional future, we eventually became gods. It just kept giving us power."
Istredd doesn't commonly use any of his but he would say they're useful. Still, he puts aside the chalk for now, the blackboard on the experience ignored for now. "What happened?"
Gale patiently allows Reficul up onto his shoulder, standing slowly so as not to unbalance him -- one hand lifted gently to be sure. Even if there is no magical aura to soothe him, the familiarity of a creature settling onto him is comforting all the same.
"Not a power," he corrects, then hesitates. A frown of unease pulls at his features.
"I'm not sure about you, but much of the early years we spent in the Singularity's version of the future are... hazy for me. Likely as not because they weren't real."
He offers a wincing smile, presses on.
"Consequently, I cannot quite be certain if I ever told you about this."
He carefully moves his hand away from the leoslyph to gesture at himself. At his face, down his neck and towards the lines of his robe where the dark pattern vanish.
"Not an aesthetic choice, I'm afraid."
At a surface glance, of course, it may look that way. A tattoo, perhaps, a design trailing over his chest and up to his face. Not that Gale has ever given off the impression of someone interested in tattoos, but it could well have been a hidden depth.
"If you did, I don't recall." Those hundreds of years had a lot of blank spots in his mind, with the highlights as memories, including the reason they could be more awkward than they currently are. But Istredd doesn't really feel like allowing that to get in the way of a friendship, strange or not. It was in another lifetime. Istredd has a very sharp mind and memory normally.
Istredd's eyebrows raise and he probably would have jumped to tattoo, because anyone could be interested in a tattoo. He would likely be curious about what it represents to him and ask another time, as tattoos are supposed to mean something unless forced upon someone, but it appears that is not the case here.
"I think you should go ahead and explain. I'm not great at hinting around topics." As Gale may know by now, Istredd is absolutely terrible at picking up on subtle things. He is about as subtle as a book thrown to the head.
Gale gives a slight wince, because yes. He certainly has personal experience with Istredd struggling when it comes to subtle things. Still, focus. Come along, Dekarios, out with it.
"When I was young, I was considered a magical prodigy. That sounds... arrogant, I know, but I mean it as a statement of fact -- not a boast. I had a natural gift, an ability not just to cast a spell but to compose magic like a musician or a poet. That talent drew the attention of Mystra herself, the mother of magic. She revealed herself to me, become my tutor, and... in time, my lover. What I am now is a mere shadow of the man I was then. My power grew, but I desired more. A mortal can only scratch the surface of the weave, and Mystra keeps us in check. Enforces boundaries that we simply cannot cross. Yet every time I was with her, I felt as if I was... on the precipice, gazing out at wonderous potential that I was not allowed to touch. I tried to convince her, but she told me only to be content with what I had. So, I sought to prove myself worthy in the hope that it might... change her mind."
Given the context of Gale now being a shadow of the man he was, it isn't a stretch to assume this tale goes poorly.
"It doesn't sound arrogant. Some people are more naturally inclined." Gale is talking to another magical expert here, someone who went through a full education in magic. It's a simple fact that some mages are stronger than others, and in his case, stronger in specific areas. Istredd is probably the best psionic mage of his generation, or since Stregobor. He's only reassuring Gale so he doesn't think he has to keep downplaying his skills to avoid seeming arrogant. Facts are facts.
That message given though Istredd listens to and considers the rest. So he had an affair with the goddess of magic, or at least that's what it sounds like. Istredd would have been confused about that before he came here, as gods don't openly exist in his sphere, but now he is only too familiar with them. He understands on a personal level the sort of drive that takes someone to act so irresponsibly.
"I see. And what is it you did to try and prove yourself worthy?" Clearly not something good. And unlikely to prove anything to her outside of that she was probably right to give him limitations.
"Some more context may be required here. Many years before, a man by the name of Karsus sought to usurp the goddess of magic and become a god himself. Needless to say, he failed, and his empire -- Netheril -- fell with him. The dark power unleashed on that day was a chaotic, primal thing. It fragmented the weave, shattered it, prevented all the mortal realms using magic for some time until Mystra returned to power. She restored magic to us, reuniting all the shattered pieces of the weave. Or at least, so we thought. In my studies I had found hints that an ancient, Netherese tome still contained a fragment of the weave sealed away. Some part of Mystra kept beyond her reach, something that I could return to her. Surely, there was no deed more romantic? No greater act that could gain her trust? So, I sought out the book. I took it back to my library, and I opened it."
Gale frowns, hesitates, gestures with one hand. An illusion of his study paints the area behind them. A work table, littered with alchemical tools, and rows upon rows of books. Gale, with less grey in his hair, unlocks a bound tome and something leaps from it. Dark, powerful, hungry magic slamming into his chest. He staggers back, falls to his knees.
"Netherese blight. It feeds on magic, on the magic running through me and -- historically -- whatever I fed it. Enchanted rings, pendants, anything. When it first clawed its way into me it was... unstable. I could barely use magic anymore, and Mystra... cast me aside. I had nothing, and this... orb of magic in my chest... if I could not keep it stabilised, it threatened to detonate."
Istredd continues to not interrupt because he believes strongly that people need to tell the full story or details get lost. He also finds that people reveal more than they would if they are allowed to speak freely, and that has served him well in the past. He doesn't think Gale would hide things from him, he's talking about something very private and dark in his past, but no one knows what they'd admit to with silence stretched out.
Gale won't get any judgment out of Istredd on this. He understands mistakes made in the name of love and also in the name of greater knowledge. Whatever his reasons, what happened, happened, and now Gale has to live with it. A feeling that Istredd has experienced himself about his own choices.
His eyebrows go up at the last part though. "And you think you could still detonate here? Are you concerned about being unstable here?" It would be a reasonable thing to be concerned about! Istredd can carry that worry for both of them, for all the Summoned, if he has to. As a defender of them, but also as someone who cares for Gale. He reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Are you in danger?"
Gale blinks at the open concern, at the touch. As if somehow, despite how kind Istredd had been to him before, he hadn't expected it. Had foreseen more rejection, or anger, or anything else.
He recovers, lifts one hand to gently touch Istredd's arm where it rests against his shoulder.
"That," Gale says, "is the question of the hour. Not long before I arrived here, I had come to an... agreement with Mystra. She sent a messenger to offer me a deal, I accepted and... in return, the orb was stabilised. I felt no hunger, no weakness, there was no... progression of its toxin through my body. All the same, after our little experience with the Singularity I found something... has changed."
There's a moment of hesitation, then Gale lifts one hand and gestures at himself. The purple tendrils of the orb spread a little further up his face, and softly begin to glow.
"I cannot say I... feel any different," he admits. All the same, something in him has changed. Why? What does it mean? Is Mystra's charm... failing, somehow?
"The Singularity is known for sometimes taking on elements people had with their former land or gods. It sustains them instead." Istredd has heard about it more than a few times, from Kell and Rhy's spiritual connection, to Adora's sword bond. It makes sense that the Singularity merely steps in. "If it senses an imbalance in this sphere, it may correct it. Gently." Istredd knows it doesn't think like a normal person, it wouldn't be conscious of what it is doing. More instinct than anything else.
"What I mean to say is ... you may not be in as much danger as you fear." Istredd has no proof of this, just a theory. Gale might have already detonated if he was this long away from his goddess otherwise. He takes a closer look at the purple tendrils. It must be difficult to have such an obvious physical reminder about a bad decision that nearly wrecked his life.
"You could go see it for yourself. I myself have never been able to connect with it." Istredd doesn't know if Gale could, but it's possible it is a solution.
"Go to the Singularity?" he prompts, eyes widening. "I have heard that some people have... communicated with it, felt its emotional state. You never have?"
Istredd has been here for longer than he has, after all, had far more opportunity to learn about it and the way it behaves. Why would he have been unable to connect with it? A strange thing. Could it be something about Istredd? Could it be a choice the Singularity was making, to block him out? Though again, the why of it all is puzzling. Surely it cannot consider the man a threat in some way? That doesn't make sense either, given how careful Istredd usually is. Nothing Gale can think of makes sense. Of all the people in Thorne, he'd have expected this man to find it easiest!
"You can physically go to it right here." Istredd nods in the direction of where it is from where they stand right now in his library. "In person, we can only go during the Dimming in December, but it reacts to people here. Certain people. It picks and chooses."
He is trying to say it with the least amount of bitterness possible because he refuses to let the giant magic rock hurt his feelings, but considering he is the biggest defender of the Singularity, the only person who has visited twice in person, it seems to be intentionally snubbing him. That's how it feels at least.
"Recently it appears to be more encouraging, wanting people to visit it." Istredd knows more people have made connections since their return, Lucifer included. He sighs and crosses his arms, shrugging. "I visit but it doesn't communicate with me. I don't know why."
Gale hums in thought, frowning sideways at Istredd.
"Always hard to guess what a higher power is thinking. Sometimes there's meaning, sometimes there isn't. Sometimes we are cast aside, sometimes they just... believe we do not need their help. That we can solve our own problems, self-inflicted or otherwise."
Is he projecting? Maybe so! All the same, he doesn't quite think he's wrong either. The comparison seems... fitting. The Singularity may not inherently seem to behave as one might expect of a deity, but if it communicates... if it has thoughts, feelings, and can uplift them to such heights... well. It certainly seems to be in the right area.
"Maybe it thinks I'm too eager. If I played hard to get, it might have worked." Istredd smiles faintly along with his dry tone to indicate he's joking. Mostly. If he could get an answer on why the Singularity snubs him, that would be helpful, as it makes his job of trying to find an anchor far more difficult. Still, he'll persevere and find a way, he's determined.
"But I think there's no harm in you visiting and seeing if it reacts to you. If not, it's no downside for you. I don't think it will let you implode on yourself though. It is highly invested in us existing." That much he feels confident of. The 'future' they witnessed only underlined to him that its connection to them was deep. Istredd may not be one of its favorite people, but he trusts that as long as he has a space in the Horizon, it means the Singularity wants him there.
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Date: 2024-06-10 09:54 pm (UTC)When Gale returns to the library, he'll find it is in the original form which is still quite impressive by anyone else's standards, but Istredd's been displeased that it isn't to his new expectations. He has tried fruitlessly to remake it to the higher levels he witnessed in their strange vision, but the limits of his imagination keep it impossible.
Since getting back, the animals in his space have been crowding around him more often. It's hard to tell how much of it is an internal mind and how much of them are truly their own creatures. But his leosylphs are both crawling on him in the main hall, the five ravens are only a singular floor above his head hovering, and the mechanical FENRIS dog is circling around him. Istredd has pulled one of the major blackboards from its place in another hall to write notes about the experience in. He often will put these in public places after major events happen so people can add their own thoughts if they have them.
Istredd's hair is longer in here, in curls just past his chin, which he rarely has in Thorne unless someone comes across him when he's nervous.
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Date: 2024-06-10 10:22 pm (UTC)Still, beggars cannot be choosers.
He's quiet, when he appears in the library. Quiet is, in and of itself, unusual for Gale. He's someone who loves to fill space with chatter, to ask questions, explain every thought. A constant narrative of detail, some unnecessary but he simply cannot help himself. He watches Istredd in silence a moment, studying the curl of his hair and the lines of his back. Then Gale clears his throat. Here, in the Horizon, his own appearance is somewhat neutral. Hair pulled back as it normally is, layered robes with the symbol of the Lovers stitched into them. The glowing mark of the Karsite orb is hidden, but that is his own cowardly choice. He'll have to work up to it.
"Hello," he tries, and there's something about the cheerful greeting that doesn't quite ring true this time. It's awkward, and Gale grimaces himself. "Mmm, I'm usually better at this aren't I? I must confess, I've been feeling a little out of sorts since our adventure. Are you --"
He pauses, takes a hesitant step closer. His own issues aside, Istredd is important too.
"Are you alright?"
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Date: 2024-06-11 04:23 pm (UTC)The leosylphs look up when a new person enters and the black and red one (Reficul) goes right up to him. Tiny as can be, he sits on Gale's foot and decides to stay there, difficult to knock off unless he intentionally does so. It'll stay when he walks, perfectly balanced. The ravens all look at him with one twist of their heads, but say nothing. His creatures do seem to have a mind of their own, as he doesn't tell any of them what to do.
"You're still doing better than me by saying hello." Istredd smiles wryly at him, but he also is a quiet individual. He isn't prone to chatter or filling in silence, although he talks enthusiastically when there is something to talk about. He does seem muted though. "I should have said it first." He did invite him here after all.
"I'm existing. How are you?"
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Date: 2024-06-12 11:59 am (UTC)Ah, but, that isn't the end of his answer, is it? He's existing, but with new problems. That's why he's here. Gale frowns, troubled.
"But something has... changed, in mine, since the Singularity. I'm aware it's a source of power, of potential, but I'm uncertain if the change is... one the Singularity has imposed on me, or one happening as a result of new stress on my decidedly mortal form."
He pauses, then chuckles.
"I'm not doing a very good job of explaining this, am I?"
Talking around it in circles, he knows. The fear of judgement has him holding back, but the consequences of ignoring it all could be far worse.
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Date: 2024-06-16 12:55 am (UTC)"A new power? Sometimes the Singularity does that, yes." Istredd will have to be on the look out to see if he's gotten anything new he wasn't aware of. Each one of his new abilities have been accidentally found out by him through mere experimentation. "I assume that is how, in this fictional future, we eventually became gods. It just kept giving us power."
Istredd doesn't commonly use any of his but he would say they're useful. Still, he puts aside the chalk for now, the blackboard on the experience ignored for now. "What happened?"
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Date: 2024-06-16 05:01 pm (UTC)"Not a power," he corrects, then hesitates. A frown of unease pulls at his features.
"I'm not sure about you, but much of the early years we spent in the Singularity's version of the future are... hazy for me. Likely as not because they weren't real."
He offers a wincing smile, presses on.
"Consequently, I cannot quite be certain if I ever told you about this."
He carefully moves his hand away from the leoslyph to gesture at himself. At his face, down his neck and towards the lines of his robe where the dark pattern vanish.
"Not an aesthetic choice, I'm afraid."
At a surface glance, of course, it may look that way. A tattoo, perhaps, a design trailing over his chest and up to his face. Not that Gale has ever given off the impression of someone interested in tattoos, but it could well have been a hidden depth.
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Date: 2024-06-17 11:24 pm (UTC)Istredd's eyebrows raise and he probably would have jumped to tattoo, because anyone could be interested in a tattoo. He would likely be curious about what it represents to him and ask another time, as tattoos are supposed to mean something unless forced upon someone, but it appears that is not the case here.
"I think you should go ahead and explain. I'm not great at hinting around topics." As Gale may know by now, Istredd is absolutely terrible at picking up on subtle things. He is about as subtle as a book thrown to the head.
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Date: 2024-06-20 11:27 pm (UTC)"When I was young, I was considered a magical prodigy. That sounds... arrogant, I know, but I mean it as a statement of fact -- not a boast. I had a natural gift, an ability not just to cast a spell but to compose magic like a musician or a poet. That talent drew the attention of Mystra herself, the mother of magic. She revealed herself to me, become my tutor, and... in time, my lover. What I am now is a mere shadow of the man I was then. My power grew, but I desired more. A mortal can only scratch the surface of the weave, and Mystra keeps us in check. Enforces boundaries that we simply cannot cross. Yet every time I was with her, I felt as if I was... on the precipice, gazing out at wonderous potential that I was not allowed to touch. I tried to convince her, but she told me only to be content with what I had. So, I sought to prove myself worthy in the hope that it might... change her mind."
Given the context of Gale now being a shadow of the man he was, it isn't a stretch to assume this tale goes poorly.
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Date: 2024-06-25 08:25 pm (UTC)That message given though Istredd listens to and considers the rest. So he had an affair with the goddess of magic, or at least that's what it sounds like. Istredd would have been confused about that before he came here, as gods don't openly exist in his sphere, but now he is only too familiar with them. He understands on a personal level the sort of drive that takes someone to act so irresponsibly.
"I see. And what is it you did to try and prove yourself worthy?" Clearly not something good. And unlikely to prove anything to her outside of that she was probably right to give him limitations.
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Date: 2024-06-26 08:09 pm (UTC)"Some more context may be required here. Many years before, a man by the name of Karsus sought to usurp the goddess of magic and become a god himself. Needless to say, he failed, and his empire -- Netheril -- fell with him. The dark power unleashed on that day was a chaotic, primal thing. It fragmented the weave, shattered it, prevented all the mortal realms using magic for some time until Mystra returned to power. She restored magic to us, reuniting all the shattered pieces of the weave. Or at least, so we thought. In my studies I had found hints that an ancient, Netherese tome still contained a fragment of the weave sealed away. Some part of Mystra kept beyond her reach, something that I could return to her. Surely, there was no deed more romantic? No greater act that could gain her trust? So, I sought out the book. I took it back to my library, and I opened it."
Gale frowns, hesitates, gestures with one hand. An illusion of his study paints the area behind them. A work table, littered with alchemical tools, and rows upon rows of books. Gale, with less grey in his hair, unlocks a bound tome and something leaps from it. Dark, powerful, hungry magic slamming into his chest. He staggers back, falls to his knees.
"Netherese blight. It feeds on magic, on the magic running through me and -- historically -- whatever I fed it. Enchanted rings, pendants, anything. When it first clawed its way into me it was... unstable. I could barely use magic anymore, and Mystra... cast me aside. I had nothing, and this... orb of magic in my chest... if I could not keep it stabilised, it threatened to detonate."
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Date: 2024-07-01 11:06 pm (UTC)Gale won't get any judgment out of Istredd on this. He understands mistakes made in the name of love and also in the name of greater knowledge. Whatever his reasons, what happened, happened, and now Gale has to live with it. A feeling that Istredd has experienced himself about his own choices.
His eyebrows go up at the last part though. "And you think you could still detonate here? Are you concerned about being unstable here?" It would be a reasonable thing to be concerned about! Istredd can carry that worry for both of them, for all the Summoned, if he has to. As a defender of them, but also as someone who cares for Gale. He reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Are you in danger?"
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Date: 2024-07-03 09:35 pm (UTC)He recovers, lifts one hand to gently touch Istredd's arm where it rests against his shoulder.
"That," Gale says, "is the question of the hour. Not long before I arrived here, I had come to an... agreement with Mystra. She sent a messenger to offer me a deal, I accepted and... in return, the orb was stabilised. I felt no hunger, no weakness, there was no... progression of its toxin through my body. All the same, after our little experience with the Singularity I found something... has changed."
There's a moment of hesitation, then Gale lifts one hand and gestures at himself. The purple tendrils of the orb spread a little further up his face, and softly begin to glow.
"I cannot say I... feel any different," he admits. All the same, something in him has changed. Why? What does it mean? Is Mystra's charm... failing, somehow?
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Date: 2024-07-06 07:00 pm (UTC)"What I mean to say is ... you may not be in as much danger as you fear." Istredd has no proof of this, just a theory. Gale might have already detonated if he was this long away from his goddess otherwise. He takes a closer look at the purple tendrils. It must be difficult to have such an obvious physical reminder about a bad decision that nearly wrecked his life.
"You could go see it for yourself. I myself have never been able to connect with it." Istredd doesn't know if Gale could, but it's possible it is a solution.
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Date: 2024-07-11 12:08 am (UTC)Istredd has been here for longer than he has, after all, had far more opportunity to learn about it and the way it behaves. Why would he have been unable to connect with it? A strange thing. Could it be something about Istredd? Could it be a choice the Singularity was making, to block him out? Though again, the why of it all is puzzling. Surely it cannot consider the man a threat in some way? That doesn't make sense either, given how careful Istredd usually is. Nothing Gale can think of makes sense. Of all the people in Thorne, he'd have expected this man to find it easiest!
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Date: 2024-07-15 12:42 am (UTC)He is trying to say it with the least amount of bitterness possible because he refuses to let the giant magic rock hurt his feelings, but considering he is the biggest defender of the Singularity, the only person who has visited twice in person, it seems to be intentionally snubbing him. That's how it feels at least.
"Recently it appears to be more encouraging, wanting people to visit it." Istredd knows more people have made connections since their return, Lucifer included. He sighs and crosses his arms, shrugging. "I visit but it doesn't communicate with me. I don't know why."
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Date: 2024-07-21 03:37 pm (UTC)"Always hard to guess what a higher power is thinking. Sometimes there's meaning, sometimes there isn't. Sometimes we are cast aside, sometimes they just... believe we do not need their help. That we can solve our own problems, self-inflicted or otherwise."
Is he projecting? Maybe so! All the same, he doesn't quite think he's wrong either. The comparison seems... fitting. The Singularity may not inherently seem to behave as one might expect of a deity, but if it communicates... if it has thoughts, feelings, and can uplift them to such heights... well. It certainly seems to be in the right area.
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Date: 2024-07-24 07:24 pm (UTC)"But I think there's no harm in you visiting and seeing if it reacts to you. If not, it's no downside for you. I don't think it will let you implode on yourself though. It is highly invested in us existing." That much he feels confident of. The 'future' they witnessed only underlined to him that its connection to them was deep. Istredd may not be one of its favorite people, but he trusts that as long as he has a space in the Horizon, it means the Singularity wants him there.