Post by Caspar Berg on Nov 3, 2017 13:46:17 GMT -5
The expression plastered on his face showed both appreciation to the fact that he had helped her and amazement at her power. Furthermore, a smile had shown itself on his face, stretching almost from ear to ear. It all seemed impossible to him yet there was clear proof of what she was saying. She was not big or muscular, didn’t seem to be a hermit or anything of the sort. There was no indication to why she would be able to do what she did, and yet he had witnessed it. Nay, it had been done to him. His wounds had disappeared, his emotions were still and his soul was calm. And judging by the duration and length of their conversation, it was not temporary.
“Simply incredible.” He was almost out of words. Expressing his amazement was one thing but there were so many questions. Had he actually been so scatter-brained during his time in Rukongai that he had not even figured out that there was a whole entity made up of superhumans with amazing abilities? It was possible. He had been completely invested in the tycoon whose every move he had tracked. The viking descendant had not bothered to follow any source of news, did not listen to gossip and ignored the servants and slaves when they spoke, just as he had been told. Nor had he actually been interested in such… socialisation. His goal was to learn from him and him only, everything else was a distraction to him.
“There is no way for me to ignore or dismiss what has happened here today.” His eyes averted from the healer and he made sure to look to each of the stations around them. “The fact that the screams have dulled and that I’ve seen several people, some in worse condition than myself, up and about seems ludicrous to me. Or at least that is what I would have thought before. There is no mortal rhyme or reason for this to be. There doesn’t seem to be any logic behind it… but that may be the crux of it. Perhaps there is no logic anymore when you lose your life and transition into…” He did not speak the word that came to his mind. Death.
Perhaps this was not just as simple as dying and passing on. Perhaps there was something else to the fact that he had woken up, in an unknown place and made a life for himself. The limitations of his previous life were not upon him anymore. For almost two hundred years had he not grown older. At least not physically. There were no signs of him growing old, no lost memories, no aching bones. Not even loss of hair, discolouration or any bodily expectations that came with seniority.
“You mentioned a school if I’m not mistaken.” He stood up, this time without leaning on or getting help from the chair and towered a head above the Slav. His sudden shift in position had moved her a step or two back, just to give him enough room to move.
“What kind of school teaches souls to harness their powers and provides them with ways to control them?”
He stepped around her and move towards the entrance of the tent, moving one of the flaps slightly to watch the outcome of everything that had happened.
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“Simply incredible.” He was almost out of words. Expressing his amazement was one thing but there were so many questions. Had he actually been so scatter-brained during his time in Rukongai that he had not even figured out that there was a whole entity made up of superhumans with amazing abilities? It was possible. He had been completely invested in the tycoon whose every move he had tracked. The viking descendant had not bothered to follow any source of news, did not listen to gossip and ignored the servants and slaves when they spoke, just as he had been told. Nor had he actually been interested in such… socialisation. His goal was to learn from him and him only, everything else was a distraction to him.
“There is no way for me to ignore or dismiss what has happened here today.” His eyes averted from the healer and he made sure to look to each of the stations around them. “The fact that the screams have dulled and that I’ve seen several people, some in worse condition than myself, up and about seems ludicrous to me. Or at least that is what I would have thought before. There is no mortal rhyme or reason for this to be. There doesn’t seem to be any logic behind it… but that may be the crux of it. Perhaps there is no logic anymore when you lose your life and transition into…” He did not speak the word that came to his mind. Death.
Perhaps this was not just as simple as dying and passing on. Perhaps there was something else to the fact that he had woken up, in an unknown place and made a life for himself. The limitations of his previous life were not upon him anymore. For almost two hundred years had he not grown older. At least not physically. There were no signs of him growing old, no lost memories, no aching bones. Not even loss of hair, discolouration or any bodily expectations that came with seniority.
“You mentioned a school if I’m not mistaken.” He stood up, this time without leaning on or getting help from the chair and towered a head above the Slav. His sudden shift in position had moved her a step or two back, just to give him enough room to move.
“What kind of school teaches souls to harness their powers and provides them with ways to control them?”
He stepped around her and move towards the entrance of the tent, moving one of the flaps slightly to watch the outcome of everything that had happened.
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