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sticksandbones2023-12-24 01:58 pm
oleaeuropaea) wrote in sticksandbones2023-12-24 01:58 pm
Wish we could stay here forever (All of the stars are falling down)
Who: Vash the Stampede and YOU!
What: Vash has a breakdown.
When: The day after Saint Nick came to town
Where: On the Edge of the Grove
Warnings: Mild disordered eating, Vash related Vashing. Is there even a hook to this? We just don't know.
At first, Vash doesn't seem to plan on leaving. For nearly 20 hours, the house remains locked. There's obviously someone still in there, based off of the fire that keeps going in and out and, more importantly, the piano that keeps being played. The more musically inclined among the grove might hear that the song being played lacks something — as if another pair of hands was missing. This goes on for hours, the part played and replayed.
Eventually, hunger gnaws heavily at Vash's body, though. It's only then that he trudges out of the house. Small and unfurnished as his new home is, he doesn't have a place to store food. And given his unfortunately human tendencies, he still has to eat. He notices this only when his hands become too shaky to properly play the piano. He should probably also do something about the heavy bruises that have now formed on the tips of his fingers, too.
He doesn't get far, though. There's a sudden noise that begins from within the house. The piano begins to play once more, a similar melody as before, though different. It's almost as if the missing parts are being played back once more.
The effecto n Vash is immediate, the man turning and sprinting. He slides in the snow, practically slamming against the door. It's thrown open hard enough to crack against the wall behind it. Vash doesn't care. All that can be heard is: ]
Nai!
[But no one is there. The house remains empty, and Vash can only stare as a cold wind whips through, carrying snow into the open door.]
What: Vash has a breakdown.
When: The day after Saint Nick came to town
Where: On the Edge of the Grove
Warnings: Mild disordered eating, Vash related Vashing. Is there even a hook to this? We just don't know.
At first, Vash doesn't seem to plan on leaving. For nearly 20 hours, the house remains locked. There's obviously someone still in there, based off of the fire that keeps going in and out and, more importantly, the piano that keeps being played. The more musically inclined among the grove might hear that the song being played lacks something — as if another pair of hands was missing. This goes on for hours, the part played and replayed.
Eventually, hunger gnaws heavily at Vash's body, though. It's only then that he trudges out of the house. Small and unfurnished as his new home is, he doesn't have a place to store food. And given his unfortunately human tendencies, he still has to eat. He notices this only when his hands become too shaky to properly play the piano. He should probably also do something about the heavy bruises that have now formed on the tips of his fingers, too.
He doesn't get far, though. There's a sudden noise that begins from within the house. The piano begins to play once more, a similar melody as before, though different. It's almost as if the missing parts are being played back once more.
The effecto n Vash is immediate, the man turning and sprinting. He slides in the snow, practically slamming against the door. It's thrown open hard enough to crack against the wall behind it. Vash doesn't care. All that can be heard is: ]
Nai!
[But no one is there. The house remains empty, and Vash can only stare as a cold wind whips through, carrying snow into the open door.]
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Not a very noble one. In fact, it is actually quite cowardly, he thinks to himself. But perhaps it will help.]
Hello, Vash. This is Sesa.
I don't know what compelled you to tell us of these things, and I'm certain the root cause is none of my business. My realm is currently embroiled in a tumultuous war, one that both engaged parties and civilians are forced to partake. I, too, am forced to partake as a result of the path I have chosen to walk, and therefore I am certain many have suffered as a direct result of the weapons I craft, to say nothing of the pursuit of my ideals. I detest war, and consider myself to be a pacifist, but. To divorce myself from it entirely would be disingenuous.
But I have not put pen to paper to talk about myself. In contrast to the things you have described, they are but a drop in the bucket, I am sure. Instead, I wish to speak of
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There is an individual from my home who has committed a great many atrocities, all of which he has admitted to me first hand. They were for no war, no greater purpose...merely the pursuit of revenge. An eye for an eye, you see. Someone like that I should rightly ostracize according to your text, for they would be nothing but a negative influence upon my life, making it worse simply for being in it.
And yet...time and again, I cannot bring myself to push them away. I know the things they have done are unforgivable, all the same in knowing that their crimes do not make them who they are. They are an unfortunate product of circumstance, not destructive without reason, but reacting to things beyond their own control...as I imagine most any of us would. For is that not what we are? Human, beast, all grasping in the darkness, simply trying to feel something. Trying to make a connection.
If he were to have made this same exact post as you have today, I do not think I would be able to turn him away. This is not a call to action as you think it is, Vash. It is a cry for help.
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you're a good person, sesa.
the world needs more people like you.
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But he knows that wouldn't be helpful in this situation. Less comparison of apples and oranges, and more of an attempt to understand where the other is coming from. And while Sesa may not seem like the smartest man in the room even though he tries to appear that way, matters of the heart...they resonate with him.
He can tell just by Vash's words that he's hurting, and this is the only outlet he has right now, even if he's not going about it in the best way.]
It would be nice if the whole world would would collectively agree to join hands and make peace. I would like nothing more. But to assume such a thing is possible would be a grave misunderstanding of how the world...how any world operates, unfortunately. There will always be someone seeking power, or revenge, or some way to feel. Not all, or even most, of those paths will be paved with good intentions.
But I see value in being kind. I may not know you as well as some others, but I know you to be capable of seeing the good in everyone you meet.
So. Why not turn a bit of that kindness inwards, for a change? You may be surprised by what you see.
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Good Christian Minecraft Serverpost about crimes and suffering?]i disagree.
suffering and seeking power is all a cycle. one party is hurt so they hurt back and it just keeps going. if we can get people to see that, to step outside of themselves, then it's possible
it has to be.
[There's hesitation here. Tiny marks are flecked across the page as Vash taps his pen against it. Finally, someone's called him out for the truth. He preaches kindness and mercy, and yet...]
why is it so hard to do that?
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If it were merely that simple...do you not think, in the hundreds of years we have spent in our respective universes, that we would have by now?
It is a cycle, yes. But you have to understand that it is in the nature of a being with a soul. It is baked into us from birth. We are inherently selfish beings. Have you not seen a babe take a toy from their sibling, heedless to the way it might make them cry? They do not understand the suffering of another, they simply take because they want. Some of us are never taught any better. Some simply do not understand, do not have the capacity to comprehend someone else's feelings and emotions.
There are others who do, but they simply do not care. Those are the truly cruel people in the world, though they are fortunately very few and far between. I would argue you would actually be hard pressed to find more than a handful who are truly cruel, irredeemable evils.
I am not saying this to crush your spirits, Vash. I am simply giving you the practical facts. What you propose is an incredibly difficult, nearly impossible thing to achieve, as we all are fundamentally built to be selfish at our core. No matter how the course of history is altered, and no matter the brief times of peace we may share...the scales will always tip out of its favor.
There can be no happiness without suffering. You cannot know true joy without having felt total loss.
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children don't know any better. but they can learn
everyone can learn, they just have to understand and know o try
i don't care if you don't believe in it.
i can't give up on that hope.
the world can be made of love and peace.
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Seeking to change the world is a noble goal indeed. But you will destroy yourself in that pursuit if you think about it in such broad terms. We have limited time on this planet...and on Terra, time is cut even shorter. Many of us will not see next year. And those I am currently fighting for will very likely die before they see the war end. That doesn't mean I will stop trying.
But I am also simply one man. I possess a great many powers, some too much for mere mortals to comprehend, and even I would struggle to do more than change the lives of just the select few I have with me.
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to find peace
then so be it.
at least i'll have died doing one good thing.
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I would be very sad, if you died. I'm sure I'm not the only one.
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... but thanks.
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I'm not asking you to change your ideals, but I would like it if you thought about what I said. If you find yourself ever needing to talk to someone in person, about anything, I am almost always at the lab.
Otherwise, I hope you are able to find your peace.
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really.
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do my best.
that's about all i can offer.
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