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Post by Dionisia on Oct 26, 2022 6:40:27 GMT
Shaking her head
"No, it doesn't seem strange. Have you been happy with your foster parents? By the sound of it that you picked up their field of work, you did enjoy your time with them. So that you did not seek out your biological parents is not strange. Maybe at a point the need does come up that you wish to seek them out."
She smiles "I can't seek them out. I just have to wait in the convent. I have been trained and taught several higher grade things. But still. Have to wait."
She looks over Dante and touches his shoulder.
"Follow your own heart on this. Does it make you feel more complete at a time then go search. Only you can answer that question. But it is not strange no."
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Post by Dante on Oct 26, 2022 12:57:50 GMT
He smiles, looking down at her hand touching his shoulder, pleasantly surprised by the tender gesture and nods "Thank you. It's been a long time since I've put so much thought into them...and nearly as long since I've spoken to anyone about it. Hard to do when...well...you know that you're different. I had a hard time finding a way to relate, especially when I would watch people around me grow old and die, and I didn't. Bet you wouldn't know it, but I'm 87 years old. Barely look like I'm into my 30s. Been that way for a long time." He grins and chuckles quietly "My curiosity would have me ask a normally very rude question to ask of a lady, so I'll temper my curiosity for now by saying that...I'm truly grateful to have met you Dio. I've never met anyone like you. Perhaps we could be friends?"
He then thinks on what she had said of her time in the convent, "Is that why you stay, because you know that they will come for you? You choose to stay? Or...if not...hm...were I able to figure out the means by which to find you out there beyond the Nexus..." He sighs "No, sorry...started sounding like some sappy hero from a storybook...on that thought though, if I were able to find you and your convent, you think that I would be allowed to visit you?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 26, 2022 16:42:45 GMT
Dio chuckles.
"Oh you may ask my age... but to be honest i have no clue. Time is not as relevant in the place i am from."
She curiously tries to take a peek on the progress of the drawing.
She then shrugs and stares in the distance.
"I can't leave. Not allowed, the sisters, especially mother superior keep me tired, hungry and busy. And to be honest i might not want to leave... i have somewhere the hope my parents will come and get me. Though it has been very long. And if you would try and visit you could not come close. Noone can visit the girls living there. ..
And getting to the courts might be hard if you have never been there."
She smiles a warm and kind smile to Dante.
"But no worries the thought of a hero willing to spring into action for my defense is a lovely feeling."
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Post by Dante on Oct 26, 2022 16:59:50 GMT
It is so far incomplete but from what she does peer, the details that he has finished it is nearly like a photo realistic etching of her features and form, the light source shining upon her face, a gentle smile as she looks out into the distance beyond the edge of the page, her hair blown back slightly as if moved by a breeze.
Dante chuckles at this "that...makes a lot of sense. Telling time in a place that constantly shifts as you said would be difficult to calculate. Keeping track of holidays must be a pain...though if what I've seen is anything to go by, you strike me as a very perceptive, patient and intelligent young woman. Tempered by a kind heart"
Though his smile did fade as she stared off into the distance and spoke of her stay at the convent, it returns when she looks back at him and he hears her kind words. "I imagine trying to get anywhere beyond the Nexus would be difficult...but any difficulty can be overcome, if what motivates a person is strong enough to carry them through." His eyes linger upon hers for the first time for a breath of seconds before he returns his attention drawing his sketch...
His brow then knits, as if suddenly remembering something. "If you'll pardon me...it sounds like the convent is rather...strict. Is that something that is a part of your...Faith? Your religion? I realize that I have been commenting from an outsider's perspective without even knowing the full scope of what it is I comment upon."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 26, 2022 17:11:20 GMT
Dio appreciates the eye of detail and the care for the esthetic in the drawing.
Her eyes travel, after looking into Dante's eyes, to the horizon again.
She speaks soft.
"Where i am from many temples have come out of the woodworks after a certain big war that happened. The temples and churches venerate key members in this war. And they are members from the other side of the battlefield.
The one i am raised in. Is dedicated to a fantastic hunter. One like no other. A cruel and ruthless warrior. He was able to fight through hordes if demons who had lost their way and send them into the Abyss.
Now worship and venerating might be different then some are used to. It is both fear and respect. Love and cursing. "
She pushes a few fly away strands of her white hair behind her ear.
"But my life is a simple one. I work, clean, craft for the temple. Prepare food for the sisters and alms for the beggars. It keeps my mind busy and when i sleep i can dream. Or well i visit a dream of others. "
She smiles to Dante.
"Like yours. And i am very grateful you allow me to be here. I enjoy your company very much."
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Post by Dante on Oct 26, 2022 17:27:50 GMT
Looking out onto the horizon, she can see sand swirling from the winds, forming small swirling patterns that disperse after several moments. The sky growing brighter and more blue as the sun reaches its height, casting the desert sands and rocky terrain in a brighter light, making the rocks appear as though they smolder in the heat of the day, the rising temperatures changing the pitch and tone of the music from the canyons, raising both, carrying with it a sensation of exuberance.
Dante again listens, fascinated by what she speaks of her culture and how her faith functions. "Amazing...it seems that your people both love and hate those that they fought in this war. I've heard of races showing a begrudging respect...What was the fate of these people? Do they yet live or were they slain in the war and these temples have a kind of...memorial purpose to them?"
He returns that smile, "It sounds as though you've an exhausting but fulfilling life...If my time with you in this dream is anything to go by, I am certain that you improve the lives of the beggars you tend to greatly." He chuckles then raises an eyebrow, "and you craft as well? Now I'm curious. Is there something in particular they have you make, or is it something in particular you enjoy making? I ask because I'm more than a little envious...while I can draw and even did dabbling in sculpture, never quite had the knack for cooking beyond knowing how to operate a food synthesizer." He admits with a boyish grin.
He sighs and looks out onto that baking desert, "I enjoy your company as well, Dio. I've never met anyone like you, nor do I feel that I ever shall. I'm willing to share all of the places that I've seen thus far and those I will find in the future, if it means I can continue to enjoy your company. I haven't had many friends, and even fewer that I grew very close to. I hope that we can be friends?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 26, 2022 17:40:41 GMT
Dio stays silent for a moment enjoying the change in sounds. Closing her eyes listening to them.
She then smiles though her eyes remain in the distance.
"Oh no they are all still alive... they are the type of folk that doesn't age... or barely ages and are extremely hard to kill."
A soft chuckle.
"Oh i craft but nothing fancy. Anything that is needed within the convent or the temple.
Candles made from the fats of demons. Willingly offered.
Cloth. Clothing. Decorations.
Anything the sisters ask me to create. "
She smiles at Dante and nods to the drawing.
"I couldn't draw like that if i wanted to. We all have talents in our own fields never be jealous of talent just shine bright in yours."
Dio falls silent again and looks with a serious look at Dante her eyes fixed on him.
"Friends. I hope so. I mean i like to be friends. There is only one other i have met i call friend.
I hope i will find your dreams more often. You can show me more worlds. We can talk. It is a safe way instead of leaving the nexus and finding the courts."
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Post by Dante on Oct 26, 2022 18:52:02 GMT
Dante continues to listen with growing fascination as she speaks of these strange folk...perhaps they are somehow connected to this place he keeps reading about in ancient writings of the crystal castle?
His thoughts are shifted at her comment about his talents, and he chuckles, "we all play with the toys that the Gods give us...something my foster mother used to say."
Dante's smile faulters slightly sensing a shift in tone from her and a more serious look, "Then let's be friends, nothing says that we can't be. Right?" He lowers the pad, the sketch nearly completed as he gives her a curious look, "I hope...that I didn't upset you somehow."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 27, 2022 6:14:52 GMT
"The gods gave us... hm in a way. Gods are so distant.. above all the churches and temples we revere the Serpent. He is the creature of creation and Chaos. So for me it would be what the Serpent gave us. Not many have seen the Serpent but he does exist."
She smiles shaking her head
"You have not upset me. Just realized that if i want friends i need to keep dreaming. Little chance i find my way out of the convent soon... And.... i miss my friend. Haven't seen him in a while. But grateful i am making also new ones."
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Post by Dante on Oct 27, 2022 16:09:01 GMT
Dante's posture relaxes hearing her explanation, and he nods "I see. I'm sorry that you've not seen your friend, I hope that they are alright..." He thinks on it and shrugs, thinking 'why not'...
"I don't know if this skill exists where you come from, or if perhaps you possess it yourself, but there's a reason beyond having a perfect image of your lovely figure in my mind to reference for later works..." he pauses momentarily realizing what he said but tries not to bring attention to it by continuing, "I have been experimenting with a kind of magic that uses pictures and images of people and places and objects, and allows me to open a kind of doorway between myself and what the image is of. When it is of a person, I can see and speak to them and they to me, if it is of a place, I can go there as if stepping through a door. If I'm right, I think that perhaps I could craft such an image of you when I am awake and try to speak to you via this method...with your consent of course...and if it works, perhaps I could craft one of your friend so that you could reach out to them?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 27, 2022 16:18:57 GMT
Dio smiles at Dante.
"I know of which magic you speak. My teacher had those images as well. I wasn't allowed to closely study them or let alone use them. But it is brilliant you are able to make those and use them."
She thinks for a moment.
"If you are able to make one of me you have my permission to do so. And use them if you can. I am not sure if the convent is magically shielded.
And if you could help me recreate an image of my dear friend even if it is only to have an image of him i would be very grateful."
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Post by Dante on Oct 27, 2022 16:55:30 GMT
Dante is elated hearing her words, knowing that his theory is correct; that the magic that he's learned exists elsewhere further helps to prove his theory!
He nods and smiles a little bashfully "well uh...thank you it um...it took a lot of trial and error, especially when I had to work off of what I initially thought were pictographs meant to chronicle an ancient history of that crystal castle we first met at in this dream."
He then considers what she's said and nods "I've never tried to get through interference before but it's worth a try. It'll take a while, but if we take our time and you give me as many details about your friend as you can, I'm confident that I could come up with something. Even if a connection can't be established...it's the least I can do, after-all, what are friends for, right?" He says with a reassuring smile
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 27, 2022 17:20:00 GMT
Dio smiles stands up and looks over the surroundings. She takes a few steps and kneels down near a spot of loose dirt.
She closes her eyes and touches wjth mere finger tips the earth.
She seems intensely focussed.
Dante can see at a point the dirt ripple and move as if watching it through hot air.
Then an image appears a rough hunan face at first. And as it rises from the dirt a face surfaces.
"This is my friend. His name is Cody..."
With a soft smile she looks at the image.
"It is hard to manipulate anothers dream but this is a likeness. If you ever see him tell him i still think of him with hope in my heart."
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Post by Dante on Oct 27, 2022 19:11:47 GMT
Dante nods, flipping his sketch pad to another page and begins recreating the image that she has formed in the sand, nodding "very impressive...I didn't even feel a sense of loss of control of the dream. You're just full of surprises" He says with a grin, "So, Cody? Were you and he...close?" he then sighs and shakes his head "sorry, sorry, that's none of my business, another situation of mouth shooting off before my brain...If I find him, I'll deliver the message."
After a few moments, given that he is working with a much smaller image he is able to complete his replication of her work and shows it to her for her inspection, "you mind telling me about him? How you two met and that sort.."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 27, 2022 19:44:27 GMT
Dio keeps watching the face in the sand. Then when the picture is held up she looks at it in appreciation.
"That looks good. Wonderfully done. And little changes are not to hard. And i have experience running around in other people their dreams. "
She laughs soft. ."telling about Cody. He and i met when i was walking the garden of my then teacher. It was the only period of my life i was allowed outside of thr convent so far. I was reading a book when i heard something in the bushes. On inspection i saw him. He was not doing great.
We got to talking. Such a sweet and kind soul. I gave him food and lessons in surviving. He gave me stories someone kind to talk to.... and a shimmer of hope one day i will get out.
I saw him now and then after my training was done. But as i told uou, visiting the convent is difficult and i am not allowed outside of its walls. But we found ways to see eachother.
.it has been a while now. I do miss him. But the mother superior has grown stricter in her ways of keeping me. "
Dio stares at the image of Cody in the sand and the one on the paper.
She sighs. "My apologies such a dramatic story. I dis not want to make your dream into a dramatic story."
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