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THE OUTSIDER COURT Unseelie. TITLE Seaspeaker, Giftgiver. OCCUPATION God. ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Yes, to seaside locations at night and for the night only. RESIDENCE IN 2,701 A small ship, Lumina's manse. RESIDENCE IN 2,702 A small ship, Lumina's manse. MAJOR EVENTS
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PLANS TIMELINE OF EVENTS
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[ It happened in his own world as well; March was hardly a strange time for snow and cold. Still, this cold was unnatural. No other cold winters could freeze a being solid and expect them to still live when they were thawed. ]
No need, [ he says after a moment, referring to the offer of the fire. Reaching into his coat, which (despite possibly being the only item of outwear the god wears) shows no wear or tear, the god pulls out an old iron circlet. In one of the spaces on it sits a red gem, winking in the low light of the moon and stars that reflects off the snow.
Setting the Drowned Crown upon his head, the Outsider hums thoughtfully and withdraws a hand from his back. He opens his palm, leaves it flat, and watches as fire springs up and sits in his hand. ]
Wood or other things to burn, however, would be of assistance. Even the wild creatures of the forest do not fear fire on these nights, not in this cold.
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I can go find some. Give me a minute.
[He said it even as he was walking off. A flame of his own lighting up over the palm of his right hand to give himself a light to see by while the snow under his feet actually melted in the wake of his steps. He ended up taking several minutes, about ten, to gather an armful of still wet sticks of decent size. He wasn't worried about drying them out and the Outsider's flame was enough light to guide him back when he had to put his own out to hold the wood.
Wan yawned as he set the pile down in the middle of the small clearing, then melted the snow away with a few waves of his arms. The water in the wood came out as well. Most of it, anyway. With another yawn, he gestured for the Outsider to light it as his leisure.]
I was wondering what was wrong with the birds. Usually they don't act so strangely.
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When Wan returns, casually displaying his power to manipulate the snow, the Outsider lights the wood. It will smoke, but that is good; any traveling through here will need the fire, and he is rather certain that Wan can handle himself should any bandits come calling. ]
Do you speak to them?
[ He would assume yes, but one never knows. He highly doubts, in any case, that the birds stopped to speak with Wan as the Roc traveled. ]
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[Not that his ability to speak with them was in any way supernatural. He just treated them the same as he had the Outsider's wolfhounds and the maidenfish. He treated them like people.
Unless he was hunting for food. And then it was just a matter of making sure he wasn't taking a mother from her children. He tried to be very careful when he went for meat of any kind and usually chose fish over fowl or other small animals. But he wasn't so picky that he wouldn't take what he could get and many areas he traveled through didn't have easy access to waters with fish in them.]
But they've all been pretty absent. Normally I would think of it as the effects of this winter, but even when I checked trees for owls and birds that nest inside to make sure they weren't frozen, they were gone. Like they had all just abandoned the forest.
[Wan settled back under his tarp and on the bedroll, drawing his blanket up around him as he spoke. It took a lot of energy to keep himself warm, whether he wanted to admit it or not.]
I was worried. But I'm glad to know they're not in danger.
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[ If they were not in danger, would they have acted as they did? They had become frightened, taken to the air or run, each and every one of them. Even loyal friends and mounts had tried to flee in the face of the Roc's ice and snow. ]
But they are likely safer than those out in this weather without protection, yes.
[ This is said with a rather pointed look at Wan and his clothing choices. ]
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I've noticed. I've had to help a lot of people, mostly lone travelers after leaving Azure, the last couple weeks. Not as many around here, though. I didn't think anyone was out here, but I found the shrine and I figured if anyone was in the area, they'd probably come here. It looks like it was probably frequented before the second winter came.
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[ The village isn't exactly known yet, and besides -- the Outsider is sometimes easily distracted. Other times he's just far too easily bored. ]
There are animals in need of assistance, if nothing else. The naiads in the river appreciate ice being broken as well.
[ He himself isn't overly invested in helping out people, because people- are people. Boring, predictable, greedy, proud... and yet he has friends among them despite himself. Such a strange life in the Drabwurld. ]
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[Wan explained as his eyes drifted in the direction of the river.]
I didn't know there was anyone trapped there. Fish are usually okay under the ice... but I can melt it as I follow the river south.
[A pause before he looked back at the Outsider again.]
What brought you here so late at night?
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[ He will remember the name, the location. He remembers a lot, but for now it is of little interest. ]
They are part of the Sisterhood. Fresh water is their domain; they are quite friendly, but winter sends them into hibernation. Still -- they were awake, and to be forced back into sleep is hardly polite.
[ And Wan will help. So... enough about the naiads. ]
I do not sleep, and I felt the presence of someone at one of my shrines.
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Nice of you to check on me. Do you have a lot of shrines?
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More in my own world, of course. But several in this one, made mostly by friends.
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[He shrugged and stretched his legs out as his eyes slid to the side, catching sight of some movement. The fire had indeed drawn the attention of several wild animals already.
Wolves.
They eyed Wan and the Outsider warily from just outside the circle of light the fire cast, their eyes glinting yellow and giving away their positions.
Wan's eyes moved back to the Outsider as if they weren't a concern at all and he continued on.]
Is the skeleton symbolic of anything?
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He's grown a bit more fond of canines since acquiring the two pups of his own. ]
You would have to ask the person who made it. Each shrine is unique, a reflection of the person who built it more than of myself.
[ He likes them like that. You never know what one shrine may hold. ]
In my world, they are more uniform, but that is hardly a surprise -- people in my world share a common cultural background, associate me with specific things.
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[He was curious, now. This was a new concept to him and he wanted to see how much the Outsider would tell him about himself and his world. He wanted to learn.
The wolves backed up as the fire grew, wary of it still. At least they were until one of the females decided to trot closer and nose around the edge of the cleared ground where snow no longer was. She gave the Outsider a wide berth, but after a second of hovering moved around to where Wan was and started sniffing at his thin bedding. Wan absently reached out and rested his hand to the side of the wolf's head before turning it over and starting to scratch at her ears. The wolf, for her part, gave him a cursory nudge with her nose before accepting the action and curling up to lay down next to him.
He was warm and not a threat and that went a long way as the rest of the pack started to follow suit at a much slower pace.]
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[ And he is as much here, though perhaps not everyone sees it that way.
He watches the wolves, head tilting a bit further at the way the female reacts to Wan. Not a threat, not food. The Outsider is other -- that they avoid him is no surprise, not when he smells like seasalt and deep, dark places. ]
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Is there a being of peace in your world? Someone to balance the chaos?
[He found the description the Outsider gave himself even more curious. That he felt the need to specify 'not good, not evil'. Granted, the Spirit of Chaos in Wan's world was what many would consider evil. But that was because Vaatu was also the Spirit of Darkness. Both were inherent to what he was, just as Light and Peace were inherent to what Raava was. To what Wan now was.]
Is there a balance in your world?
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[ Still, he watches the wolves. He knows where Wan is, doesn't feel it necessary to look at the man when he speaks. ]
The Void chooses. Who and what it picks reflects the world.
[ And his world is full of chaos, full of the struggle to live. ]
Yet few know, or understand, or care to.
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[Despite being the closest thing his world had to a god, Wan had no actual experience with them. And thus far, he didn't realize the Outsider could be considered one, either.
The wolf curled up against Wan let out a huff a few seconds after Wan's hand stilled and stopped brushing against her. At the reminder, Wan absently began his petting anew, palm drifting down to the wolf's stomach and lingering there for just a little too long. As though he were feeling her over very carefully.]
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[ He continues watching, eerily still in the winter night. ]
The Void is a realm outside of the world, the source and the end of the world. It is where magic comes from, where dreams are known, where the dead return. I was chosen to be its god, until my time ends, as others before me were.
[ And, with absolutely no transition- ]
Is the wolf pregnant?
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[Wan answered easily as he continued his careful touch.]
Four weeks at least. Maybe six. It will be a few weeks before she gives birth. No later then the end of next month, though.
[And it wasn't surprising that she was so willing to lay up against him. She needed the warmth to combat the severe second winter. Her pack had probably been huddling close to keep her warm before the light of the fire drew them.]
You're the first god I've ever met, I think. My world doesn't have any.
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[ He is idly curious, not terribly invested but bored enough to ask. ]
My world does not always have them, either.
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Not really. I never learned how to count them by touch. Mostly I'm going by how swollen her breasts are. She doesn't mind my hand being on or around her nipples, but she tenses up when my fingers get too low, where the babies sit inside her.
[The milk she was starting to produce and the extra weight was probably irritating enough that a light rub probably felt relaxing, anyway.]
What I mean is, my world doesn't have any gods. You are a god of your world and even if your world doesn't always have one around, it still has them. There have never been any gods in my world. The closest I think anyone in my world gets to that are the spirits. And even the most powerful are far from being gods.
[At least in terms of what he understood of gods. Which, admittedly, was not much.]
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[ The Outsider really does seem interested -- he's seen and heard thousands of lives being born, but this is the first time he's ever seen a pregnant anything outside of his vantage point in the Void. ]
I am considered a spirit in my own world, as well -- the Spirit of the Deep. Perhaps it is not as clear across different worlds.
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[Wan shifted in his seat to pull his travel pack around to the other side of him. Where he could dig through it easily and pull out some jerked meat he'd tucked away. The female at his side lifted her head to follow his hand, but remained otherwise calm with his actions. The others in her pack also lifted their heads, ears perking forward as they started to catch the smell of the meat.
It wasn't a lot, but Wan knew he didn't need meat to survive and could find his own meals in the plants buried by the snow. He took his time tearing the large strips into smaller pieces and when he was done, offered a large handful to the pregnant wolf and tossed the rest toward the others. Though most of them had gotten comfortable, they all surged forward to get what they could of the offered meal.]
Most spirits live in the Spirit World, separated from the Material Plane where humans live. There are still some spirits in the Material Plane. They chose not to return to the Spirit World when I asked them to. Before I closed the portals between the worlds. Some of the spirits aren't able to return to Spirit World, either. Like the Moon and Ocean Spirits.
Is the Void of your world where spirits come from? Does your world have spirits other than you?
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The Void of my world is what created the world and what will destroy it. It is a realm of what men call magic, forces more powerful and strange than they are. It is where dreams come from and where the dead return to. A being such as the Roc, were we in our world, would either be a spirit or perhaps a mortal being that had been chosen by a representative of the Void such as myself. Most with extraordinarily powerful handles on magic are.
[ Most. ]
But he would be hunted down, were that the case. The Abbey teaches that all spirits wish to harm human life, though that is fueled by fear.
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