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tampered2008-08-16 04:06 pm
silk_for_calde) wrote in tampered2008-08-16 04:06 pm
Log; complete
When; Friday, 15 August
Rating; PG?
Characters; Patera Silk [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silk_for_calde]; Harry Dresden [dresden4hire]; open to anyone living with Harry I guess? ^^;
Summary; Harry has offered Silk a place to live. Silk will probably talk a lot and confuse people without trying to.
Log;
His ankle was beginning to bother him again, and he quietly admonished himself for not tending to it sooner. Walking had been no problem when he'd had Doctor Crane's marvelous bandage, and certainly the break was nearly healed-- again, by virtue of that rare device-- but a sharp twinge reminded him, when he stepped the wrong way, that it was not entirely whole yet. Had it really been but a matter of days, since he'd leaped from Hyacinth's window? And here he was, not in Viron, not even Limna, but in this City of another whorl. With people who'd never heard of Pas or the Outsider, who had no manteions; people he could barely understand, at times, though their language was (basically) nearly Vironese.
Finding Harry Dresden's building had been simple enough, thanks to the map he'd viewed in the glass. The City was not like Viron; it was taller, busier, not as run-down (though it was unfair to judge all of Viron by the state of his own quarter, perhaps.) He was too fascinated to feel homesick.
He took a deep breath before knocking, trying to regain some semblance of his usual, professional composure. He'd learned, years ago, that an augur must always seem comfortable, in control... Even in the face of spirits and theophanies, recalcitrant sacrificial victims and obstinate children. Silk ran a hand through his hair, accomplishing nothing, and straightened the loose red tunic. Deciding he was, under the circumstances, as presentable as he was going to become, he rapped on the door.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Patera Silk [
silk_for_calde]; Harry Dresden [dresden4hire]; open to anyone living with Harry I guess? ^^;Summary; Harry has offered Silk a place to live. Silk will probably talk a lot and confuse people without trying to.
Log;
His ankle was beginning to bother him again, and he quietly admonished himself for not tending to it sooner. Walking had been no problem when he'd had Doctor Crane's marvelous bandage, and certainly the break was nearly healed-- again, by virtue of that rare device-- but a sharp twinge reminded him, when he stepped the wrong way, that it was not entirely whole yet. Had it really been but a matter of days, since he'd leaped from Hyacinth's window? And here he was, not in Viron, not even Limna, but in this City of another whorl. With people who'd never heard of Pas or the Outsider, who had no manteions; people he could barely understand, at times, though their language was (basically) nearly Vironese.
Finding Harry Dresden's building had been simple enough, thanks to the map he'd viewed in the glass. The City was not like Viron; it was taller, busier, not as run-down (though it was unfair to judge all of Viron by the state of his own quarter, perhaps.) He was too fascinated to feel homesick.
He took a deep breath before knocking, trying to regain some semblance of his usual, professional composure. He'd learned, years ago, that an augur must always seem comfortable, in control... Even in the face of spirits and theophanies, recalcitrant sacrificial victims and obstinate children. Silk ran a hand through his hair, accomplishing nothing, and straightened the loose red tunic. Deciding he was, under the circumstances, as presentable as he was going to become, he rapped on the door.
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Opening the door, Harry gave a broad smile and held out his hand to the young man standing there. The tall wizard had on his regular jeans and t-shirt along with his leather duster and wizard's staff. Just in case.
"You must be Silk, I'm Harry," he said. "And in case you don't have this custom in your world and I just look ridiculous holding my hand out, it's called a handshake and you grab my hand with yours."
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Silk was, truth be told, a little relieved that Harry looked, well, so normal. The outfit was a little odd-- though the augur was clever enough to realize that he was likely the odd one out here-- but at least he was, well, a normal-looking bio. After all, they said the men of Palustria were born with tails (though that was almost certainly a myth;) who knew what sort of men lived in other whorls?
"It is a pleasure to meet you in person," Silk said, nodding slightly. "And, I know I'm repeating myself, but... thank you, again."
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"It's no trouble. I know exactly how confusing it can be to arrive here. Add onto that that you have no place to live or no money when you first arrive..." Harry gave a bit of a shrug, figuring that all spoke for itself.
"And we're always happy to help out new people."
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"It is... strange. Not very like my whorl at all... Nevertheless, it takes courage and kindness to invite a stranger into your home. For all you knew, I might be a thief or a murderer." He smiled, shrugged lightly.
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"I promise, if you had been a thief or a murderer, it probably would have gone a lot worse for you than for me," Harry explained. "The wards on the door are pretty strong."
He paused for a moment, realizing how that probably made very, very little sense to Silk. It hardly made much sense to people from his own world.
"I'm a wizard, someone who uses magic," he added. "Wards are spells I've placed around here that protect the apartment."
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He smiled, shifting his weight slightly to his left leg. Silk did not mention that he was a thief, or had been. Or rather, had tried to be; that had been in the service of a god, and well, he had not actually stolen anything, anyway. And he certainly didn't intend to harm anyone here; least of all his host.
"How many roommates do you have?" he inquired, curious as to his new living quarters. The apartment was, to his eyes, almost unbelievably large; it was like being invited to one of the great houses on the Palatine. And yet the building had seemed no grander than those around it.
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"There's myself, Princess Ananova, Princess Rozalin, Thomas, Ruthy, Malone, Bob... but he's an animated skull so he doesn't take up much space, Billy and Lady Basene are the current residents."
Now that Harry listed them all off like that it seemed like quite a lot. It might be time to purchase the apartment next to the two they currently owned and expand again.
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Silk's brain didn't even try to process the concept of an animated skull right now.
"Are all of them from your whorl?" he asked, having become dimly aware from scanning the Network that many-- perhaps even most-- people here had others from their previous whorls with them.
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Well, perhaps she was a bit more than just the mothering type to Harry, but she did look after them all with meals and laundry and the like. Harry guessed that was perhaps why so many people stayed in the apartment.
"And I believe you said something about The Outsider, that you would explain?" Harry asked. Not much of a transition, really, but considering Outsiders were demons where he came from, he just wanted to clear up the identity of what Silk worshiped.
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"Each of the main decades stands for one of the Nine; Pas is the ruler and father of the gods, and Echidna is his consort. They have seven children, for whom our days are named, as I mentioned earlier." He had come to think of the tenth decade as the Outsider's; but that was hardly an official position on its significance.
"The Chrasmologic Writings mention sixty-three gods in total; most of them are merely that, a mention; a name and perhaps a brief story or teaching. The Outsider is numbered among the minor gods, and I wish I could tell you more of the stories attributed to him. There is not much, and I have no copy of the Writings with me. I had intended to look him up after last Phaesday but I haven't had a chance to do so."
He paused, looked a little uncertain, and just a little pained. "The reason why the Outsider concerns me so greatly is... a little complicated. Could we sit down, perhaps, before I begin? I broke my ankle last Phaesday and I probably should not have my weight on it more than I must."
[ooc: Wolfe is maddeningly vague about what the gammadion actually looks like. :/ I am going with a shape like this, to give you an idea, though don't ask me how they're connected. ^^;;]
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"Hell's Bells, of course, sit down," Harry said, gesturing to the couch. "I can get you some painkillers for that and in a bit we'll get you to the hospital. They can fix that right up for you, or at least get you a cast so it heals faster and properly."
[ooc: Cool, thanks for the link!]
s-sorry he's the king of tl;dr. >_>;
Settling into the couch, he stroked his cheek thoughtfully with his thumb. "I have been trying to think of the best way to explain the Outsider to you, and I cannot find a way to do it without explaining something about my whorl. The whorl was built by Pas for men to live in; but before it was finished, we lived somewhere else. We call that the short-sun whorl, and sadly, it is mostly forgotten. We have a great many relics from it; things that were built there and cannot be replaced, like the bandage that Doctor Crane gave me, or replacements for lost limbs, even glasses and Sacred Windows. I think what you would call electronics? The short-sun whorl had scientists who created such things. These days we have none; and only chems remember that whorl, and most of them do not remember it clearly."
A slight frown touched his lips. "It is difficult not to stray from my point. In our whorl-- we can call it the long-sun whorl, to differentiate-- the gods live in Mainframe, at the end of the sun, where the dead go when they leave their bodies. Pas and Echidna, and their children, and all lesser gods; and they speak to us through the Sacred Windows, and through omens and in many other ways. But the gods--" This was a fact, he knew; the tenth or twelfth chapter of the Writings explained it, and yet it had always felt a shade heretical to Silk. "--only exist in the whorl. This is why we call the Outsider the Outsider; he alone, of all the gods, exists outside the whorl as well. Maytera Marble-- a Sibyl at my manteion-- reminded me, when I told her what happened last Phaesday, that when we lived on the short-sun whorl, we worshiped the Outsider. Maytera Marble couldn't remember much more; she is a chem, and as she told me, they didn't participate in manteion, in the short-sun whorl.
"Even the whorl, vast as it is, has an end; but the Outsider does not. He is truly infinite, existing within and without the whorl at the same time. Much of what I know about him is not in the Writings, and I still feel a little odd trying to explain it. Last Phaesday, you see, I was enlightened. The Outsider enlightened me; and since then I have been seeking to do his will."
He looked at Harry earnestly, hoping the man didn't think him insane. Tall and lanky, with unkempt hair, in am ill-fitting, bright red tunic (so inappropriate to his title,) he knew he didn't look like a theodidact. Most of the time, he didn't really feel like one, either.
It's okay!
"It sounds like you have quite a calling ahead of you," Harry observed, not envying the young man one bit. He didn't know what he would have done if a god enlightened him. He'd probably tell it to go find someone else. Maybe that's why no one enlightened him. And really, at six and a half feet tall and just as unkempt and lanky looking as Silk, he really wasn't about to judge him by his looks.
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"As it says in the Writings... Men build scales, but the gods blow upon the lighter pan." As indeed they had for him; his smile widened a little. "I hope that answered some of your questions about the Outsider. There is so much I do not understand myself."
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"We have something called Outsiders in my world," Harry explained. "But they're not anything like what you described. Listen, are you hungry at all? Half the people that come here were in the middle of some grand adventure and haven't eaten in days."
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[ooc: hiatus tiemz for me D: so we can either leave off here or finish it in a week or so, when i have internet again, hee. ^^]/small>
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[ooc: We can leave it here and assume that Harry gave him a passing knowledge of modern appliances and plumbing.]