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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 14:25:55 GMT -5
*Whether it was implied or not, Julian was wary of this course of action. The tendril shrank back slightly, though it did not make a full retreat.*
"I have been...outside a few times." *He answered through tight lips.* "Am I not making the effort, singing among them?" *He gestured to the ceiling above them.*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 14:29:22 GMT -5
"Singing, preforming...it is not the same as living. But I suppose if you are happy where you are, it makes little difference."
He swung his eyes back to the thing on his arm and chucked at it softly. "No need to back away, little friend." and then to Julian again. "Do they understand words, or only feeling?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 14, 2008 7:09:42 GMT -5
*Julian thought hard for a moment, trying to explain.*
"If they seem to fathom words...it is because they concrete a thought in your mind. It makes your emotion clearer. Does that make sense?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 15, 2008 0:41:29 GMT -5
"Not particularly, but no matter, they read well all the same it seems. And what about you, Julian? Has accepting the ability to communicate in a manner most human befouled this same ability in you?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 15, 2008 7:20:25 GMT -5
*Julian's body tightened once more. He didn't like that this man was so interested in what he once was. He didn't like the implications of his imperfection.*
"You wish to know if I am still influenced by the emotions of others?" *He questioned honestly, unsure of where this conversation was headed.* "What do you believe? You know me well enough, do you not? I am...befouled?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 15, 2008 10:50:42 GMT -5
"You take my meaning wrong, Julian. On the contrary, I think you are quite divine and I am only curious for curiosity's sake. You are something quite different, you see, and one tends to become bored with much of the world after so many long years. Only music is ever-changing, people remain entirely the same."
He lifted his mask up with his free hand so that he could smile at the thing still curled around his arm, and likewise at Julian.
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Post by Julian on Oct 15, 2008 12:12:02 GMT -5
*Julian's demeanor softened, but he was still confused.*
"Then, sir..." *He watched the two of them closely.*
"I am afraid I do not understand your question."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 15, 2008 12:15:22 GMT -5
"I suppose in a way I was asking weather you regret becoming something human and tethering yourself to one ideal--that being your mother. Surely these creatures are more widely interested than that?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 15, 2008 12:44:48 GMT -5
*Julian figured it prudent to not comment at the moment that he wasn't really human, just happened to look like one.*
"They are curious about many things, if that is what you are asking. But I do not regret what I am. I cannot, it is not in my nature to be anything other than what I am."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 15, 2008 12:54:16 GMT -5
"As you say." He let the subject drop and gave the tentaclething a couple more soft strokes before willing it off gently.
"I suppose I should be off, things to do, you know. Have a good evening, Julian."
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Post by Julian on Oct 15, 2008 13:42:36 GMT -5
*Julian wondered if he should ever understand anyone that he did not have a direct link to, but things seemed well enough and the moment. The tendril shrank back, coiling around Julian's wrist and disappearing up his sleeve.*
"And you as well. I am certain we shall speak again soon."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 15, 2008 13:57:46 GMT -5
"No doubt." he agreed and dissolved into the shadows.
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Post by Julian on Oct 15, 2008 14:44:02 GMT -5
*Julian stood in the darkness for a while, sorting out what was to be done. Then he too, vanished.*
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