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Post by Dante on Oct 18, 2022 13:12:26 GMT
Dante chuckles, "the convent you're in sounds positively festive" He quips sarcastically but nods "Love to! Been a while since I've done the lecture circuit, and from experience I can say visual aids make all the difference."
He concentrates, and the scene transitions once again...this time they find themselves upon a desert mesa, the air is dry and warm, the sky is clear save for few scatterings of clouds, 4 winged birds roughly the size of large eagles soar overhead, scouring the deserts for their morning meals...A few miles away, they see a canyon in the shape of a crescent moon, light seems to shine from it as the suns light cascades into it, and as the breeze rolls across the opening of the canyon, an enchanting melody can be heard...soft and serene, as if the land itself were telling a story through tone of the music.
Dante says quietly as he watches, "the Singing Canyons...interconnected system that goes for miles, both across and below the surface of this planet. The songs change depending on the wind and weather...it never sings quite the same way twice."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 19, 2022 6:03:06 GMT
Laughing soft at his sarcasm and the enthusiasm to be able to lecture.
Dio waits next to Dante until he has shifted the scene to what he desires.
Aeeing the canyon and hearing the actual sounds she closes her eyes.
"That is beautiful! Ever changing music. Unique. So everyone who visits here will still have a different story to tell, a different experience as no one time will be the same."
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Post by Dante on Oct 19, 2022 15:32:29 GMT
He too closes his eyes and smiles, "precisely...I must've spent hours just sitting and listening to the music of those canyons. Or sitting and working on my drawings. Typically whenever I wanted to get away from people...Which come to think of it, has been quite often."
Other details begin to filter in as well; the faint scent of cinnamon in the air, given a tinge likely from the growing warmth of the day as the sun rises. After listening for a time, Dante inquires "I'm sorry if this seems forward...but would you mind if I made a sketch of you?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 20, 2022 7:27:40 GMT
Dio sits with Dante enjoying the company and the sounds. When the scent picks up in the air she i hales deep.
Lwtting her dreaming senses enjoy thoroughly.
When Dante asks his forward question she smiles
"You may, though if you do that here it has no use for you in the waking realms."
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Post by Dante on Oct 20, 2022 13:22:12 GMT
He chuckles at her statement "of course you're right, but that wasn't what I had in mind." He taps his temple "I've a very good visual memory, when I wake I'll begin sketching the image of you from memory. It'll take time...unless of course, you do something to make me forget this dream?"
He chuckles again, "yeah, I wanted you to understand what I was doing before I did it...didn't want to give the wrong impression by staring at you...I try to remember as many details as possible"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 20, 2022 17:29:21 GMT
Dio chuckles
"Even if i invaded your dream i did not do so on purpose i hold no power over you in sleep or in waking state.
So go right ahead with the staring. I will not stop you.
I promise to keep my shape consistent."
She winks.
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Post by Dante on Oct 21, 2022 16:25:22 GMT
Despite himself, Dante chuckles and smiles with a bit of bashfulness at her comment and wink...
Trying to recover and to not embarrass himself further he rubs his eyes before looking at her holding his sketchbook, drawing as he views her form, making note of every detail...And though she can clearly tell that he is focused, he continues the conversation with genuine curiosity, "keeping your shape consistent...by chance then, are you a metamorph of some kind, a changeling or is it to do with a kind of residual self image that you project when you're viewing dreams?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 22, 2022 9:08:37 GMT
Dio laughs soft.
"None of those.
It is something people from where i come from are able to do. It is to survive.
We can shapechange. We need to our surroundings change frequently as well.
But this is the form i usually have. It feels the most natural."
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Post by Dante on Oct 23, 2022 13:15:43 GMT
Dante beams "fascinating! Nearly all species when exposed to certain environments will over time evolve an adaptation, so long as their population remains high enough to perpetuate the adaptation. But for a species to evolve shapeshifting in order to adapt to an everchanging landscape...that's brilliant!" he says with youthful enthusiam and excitement.
"As for how you appear, perrhaps it is like how we appear in our dreams, or in virtual simulations. We call it 'residual self image', essentially our minds maintain a subconscious blueprint of how we view ourselves."
His hand pauses in his sketching for a moment as he very nearly looks her in the eye, his face a mixture of curiosity and a touch of wonder, "Is your appearance common among your people? To imagine an entire people sharing your radiant and ethereal beauty is hard to fathom...maybe that's why I'm an artist with a love of anthropology and not a minstrel or a playwright."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 23, 2022 13:24:51 GMT
"From where i am constant adaptation is a need to thrive and even survive. "
She falls silent as Dante looks at her so closely.
A soft smile.
"Noone really looks exactly like me unless they change their appearance and do look like me. But by base looks no. I am the only one looking... ethereal? "
Dio laughs
" Thank you for the compliments though none would call me that in the convent. "
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Post by Dante on Oct 24, 2022 14:06:02 GMT
Realizing what he had just said he smiles sheepishly and clears his throat "well um...clearly they've no appreciation for aesthetics at this convent." Trying to deflect any awkwardness with his sarcasm.
"It's an impressive ability...in the Nexus, where I'm from, we have metamorphs as well but of a different kind...changelings for example take on the appearance of people to enter human society or to cause mischief or to deceive for the purposes of mating. Fortunately with the evolution of technology as well as understanding in magic steps were taken to prevent the bulk of problems caused by the worst examples of their kind. Sounds like that that isn't an issue where you come from."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 25, 2022 16:45:26 GMT
"I am flattered you like my appearance. It is my nature appearance. My human form as they call it. I have severa others. They are less hm ethereal as you would say."
She shrugs.
"It has its up and downsides. Deceit and dangerous games are often played between our people.
Perhaps like the changelings you soeak about."
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Post by Dante on Oct 25, 2022 17:06:32 GMT
"I'm glad to hear that you're flattered...sometimes my mouth gets ahead of my sense.." He says with an awkward smile, and then nods "Fascinating...was it difficult to learn these forms or did it come naturally to you?" though the smile fades slightly hearing the rest, "I see...the more that things are different the more they remain the same it seems. Is that why you're in the convent? Perhaps as a means of insolation from those deceptions and politicking?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 25, 2022 17:19:03 GMT
Dio nods
"The basic forms come pretty natural they are usually a form like this. A human form. A form they call a demon form, think hooves tails horns teeth wings and such.
And an avatar form they can vary from animals to primairy elements."
Dio laughs amused.
"No that is not why i am in the convent. I think...or well thinking about it..
I was brought to the convent as a baby.
It is said my parents or parent will pick me up when the time is right.
When that is no clue.
Could just as well be to protect me from the outside politics and scheming.
Time will tell."
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Post by Dante on Oct 26, 2022 1:10:39 GMT
Dante listens with growing fascination "the forms you describe...they sound incredible! The idea of molding flesh and bone to what is needed or desired...and this avatar form you speak of? Sounds intriguing as well, almost as if it could be viewed as a glimpse, a glimmer into the psyche of the shapeshifter."
He smiles sensing her amusement "I see. I didn't know my birth parents either. I was raised by foster parents; good people, but they died when I was 14. They left me a small trust to see myself educated and...decided to continue their passion; study of history and cultures." He pauses and gives a ghost of a smile "funny...I've never really put much thought into who my real parents were...not since I was a kid anyway. That seem strange?"
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