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Post by eilian on Dec 22, 2008 19:54:27 GMT -5
"I don't really have anything to hide, so I wouldn't have animosity towards anyone, much less a person I don't know. If I do have something to hide it's too distressing for anyone in this world, it most likely could only be heard by divine creatures or Satan, whoever can get to me first and persuade me to give it to them. And thank you, not many people would find my philosophy disturbing, it's too 'real' for them, too 'truthful' and we mustn't have them in the mix."
"I do not believe there are divine creatures in this world nor any other," Eilian stated with a frown. "Yet there might be 'devils' living with us, as ordinary civilians. It only depends on how manipulative and free of conscience they are, but your philosophy is fine. The people who cannot understand it just haven't dealt with the harsh pain life gives, or are just playing innocent. And those who don't understand may never..."
"Well at night we become different people. In the dark of the night it's easier to become your true nature and have no one see it. In the dark the truth is hidden no matter what, because the truth is what we never want to see. We, as humans, create illusions, fantasies that please us and we are content. It's because of man's selfishness we do this, the reason Adam and Eve were dismissed from Eden, the reason Pandora released Evil into the world... all humans are motivated by Want."
Cocking her head to the side at Damien's words, her gaze turned back to him. Ironic that their conversation led to talking about the true face of mankind. Each word spoken from his mouth was completely true, and Eilian knew she didn't really need to voice an agreement. The people who hid their true selves under lock and key were the most interesting and peculiar. Although this did bring up another question about the strange person she was speaking to. "...Then should I assume the person who stands before me has shown his true nature? I doubt it."
She sighed, looking back up to the stars. As much as there was something that needed to be done about this corrupted society, Eilian knew she wasn't the one who would be able to fix it. In fact she was certain there were great thinkers somewhere in Paris, but if they even dared to speak it would probably be the end. Until someone else stepped up who was sane and rich (an impossible combination), everything would stay the same.
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Post by Damien Babineaux on Dec 23, 2008 15:57:43 GMT -5
"I do not believe there are divine creatures in this world nor any other. Yet there might be 'devils' living with us, as ordinary civilians. It only depends on how manipulative and free of conscience they are, but your philosophy is fine. The people who cannot understand it just haven't dealt with the harsh pain life gives, or are just playing innocent. And those who don't understand may never..."
"I do not believe there's divinity in any creature," said Damien, changing his position from standing to sitting on the wide ledge of the roof. He now was now facing towards Eilian, with the sun setting and nighttime unfurling behind him. A rather appropriate background for him. "I believe there is no point in praying if there's nobody who hears you. However, as some people have come to prove in this world, there are most definitely devils, imps and demons."
Please, if there was some benevolent, loving God who cared about mankind, there would be no problems in this world. How could he be loving if he had caused so much sorrow? How could let some people fall so far from their once high levels? Thoughts of his mother came to mind and he silently mourned for her, silently cried out in angst for her. She had missed his entire childhood, did God enjoy that? If he did he was one sick being.
"...Then should I assume the person who stands before me has shown his true nature? I doubt it."
"As you should, as I don't even know my true nature," replied Damien. "No one knows me, I mean the true me, not you nor I. Tragic, do you think? I don't think so because then it makes me have nothing to hide. How can I hide something if I don't know what it is? Quite impossible really, or at least very difficult."
If Damien died tomorrow no one would care, no one would lay a lily on his grave, if he had one. He was just a speck on the face of Paris, a meaningless nobody who sang for a pitiful living. Did he care? No. Why should he care? If someone managed to give him a good reason, he may reconsider. How unlikely was that though?
"I believe it's safe to think the same thing about you, Mlle. Cyncad? You are human after all, or are you a demon like many Parisians?"
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Post by eilian on Dec 23, 2008 20:35:30 GMT -5
Covering both eyes, Eilian thought about God. There were tons of people in the streets, just a few steps away from death's door. When did he help them? She sighed and uncovered her eyes. Some topics were a little painful to speak of, but in the end, she would probably want to talk to Damien again later. It was the only way she was sure there was someone else in this world who was even slightly sane.
"Too many children without parents, so much crime and pain everywhere... Why do you think Paris attracts so many people?" What really irritated her was that she didn't recall many of the poor and suffering deserving such agony. "It's truly vile. I wonder why we even exist at all. Is death our only salvation?"
Listening to his reply calmly, she could only simplify it down to one sentence: He didn't know his true nature either. Would they spend their whole lives trying to figure out their true selves? Then what would even be the purpose of having family or friends? Suddenly her mind skipped to death. Eilian already accepted it as a fact, that she would die alone and unloved. Still...
"You seem capable." She mused aloud, gazing at him. "If I should pass away, would you mind leaving a flower at my grave? To amuse the spirit of the dead, there is nothing to it. I would do the same for you."
"I believe it's safe to think the same thing about you, Mlle. Cyncad? You are human after all, or are you a demon like many Parisians?"
For a second time, she smiled, although sadder. The light glow of the moon reflected on her hair and face. "I believe... I will leave that answer up to you. I will say because you're intelligent enough, that you'll most likely choose the correct answer."
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Post by Damien Babineaux on Jan 1, 2009 1:36:43 GMT -5
"Too many children without parents, so much crime and pain everywhere... Why do you think Paris attracts so many people? It's truly vile. I wonder why we even exist at all. Is death our only salvation?"
Death the only salvation? Damien thought about that phrase, going over the stages of life. First we are born, then we learn, then we love, then we grow old and finally we perish and turn into dust in the wind. The only way people can live is just to end up dying, so we go through the endless torture of life, just so we can die and escape it all? It was truly a larger matter, a matter that not even a hundred great philosophers could solve anytime soon. But he managed to sum up what he believed in just a few words.
"We live to die."
That's all he could say. Did he want Eilian to hear this, or had he wanted it to stay in his head and his mouth just opened at the wrong time? Whatever the reason, he had said it and it was out in the open. It was a perfectly stable belief, really. You can't die unless you're alive, and when you are alive you live. There, plain as that.
"You seem capable. If I should pass away, would you mind leaving a flower at my grave? To amuse the spirit of the dead, there is nothing to it. I would do the same for you."
"Ha, don't flatter me by saying I am capable of hiding such a form. I'm that closed of a book when you get down to the smallest nook and cranny," he said, with a strong mocking and sarcastic tone to his voice. "I would leave a flower at your grave, as you would for me. Think of it as the Code of the Forgotten, as long as the Forgotten remember each other, they are not truly left behind in the race of life. The Forgotten stick together, as they have been doing for centuries."
Then he questioned her true nature, as she had for him. "I believe... I will leave that answer up to you. I will say because you're intelligent enough, that you'll most likely choose the correct answer."
He thought about that for a moment. "I...I hardly know you, Eilian. But you seem intelligent enough to know that this will not be our last encounter. We will have many more, hopefully, as you have caused me to think more than I have during my entire stay here. Once we do have those encounters, I'll have a clear image. You are a complex woman, no matter how you may disagree, it'll take me a while, even with intelligence on my side."
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Post by eilian on Jan 1, 2009 15:23:43 GMT -5
"We live to die."
"That seems to be the summery," she murmured. It was a thought that passed through her mind, but she refused to believe it unless their was sound proof. A hypocrite, as somewhere Eilian knew it was true. The fact there was no evidence made it as logical as any other theory currently floating around, perhaps even more so. Love was not a factor, nor fame and fortune. Every day people died without achieving those things, they only made death swifter.
"I would leave a flower at your grave, as you would for me. Think of it as the Code of the Forgotten, as long as the Forgotten remember each other, they are not truly left behind in the race of life. The Forgotten stick together, as they have been doing for centuries."
The Forgotten... It struck a chord within her, as it was familiar and yet she never heard it before. That might have been why they had communicated so well over such a short period of time, and yet the topics would stay on her mind hours later. Kindred, siblings... a string connected all of the lonesome together. Addressing Damien, she said, "It sounds nice, doesn't it? Being remembered... like a luxury, something taken for granted."
Listening to his evaluation, she smiled again. There was no need to tell him, though he might've known already that he was better off. Eilian had yet to decipher any part of the person in front of her, giving her more mystery and confusion than ever before. But he was clever, she knew that much. Damien was simply more careful at concealing his true self, though he may have not known it. Hopefully that would change, though she doubted it.
"Jeez... You have no idea how much trouble you're giving me," the woman said, almost complaining. Yet there was a form of mockery in her tone, different from before. "It's a different kind though, not unwelcome by any means... This is merely a fond wish, but perhaps I could help you discover your true self as well."
Standing up in one smooth action; Eilian observed the sky again. It would be the first time in a long while she would be late going home, unable to make dinner early. "This was a pleasant - and surprising - evening. It will not be the last, but one I will remember regardless of whether you do," she said, turning around to leave the roof top. "I look forward to meeting you again, Monsuier- ... Damien."
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Post by Damien Babineaux on Jan 1, 2009 23:17:43 GMT -5
"Jeez... You have no idea how much trouble you're giving me. It's a different kind though, not unwelcome by any means... This is merely a fond wish, but perhaps I could help you discover your true self as well."
I'm bad for business, you could say," he said with a smirk and a chuckle in his voice. "Perhaps you could help me and I can help you in return. As you can see, in Paris everyone must work in order to receive something in return. I scratch you back, you scratch mine. We can be of use to one another, two intelligent souls allied in a sea of fools. Quite poetic when you think about it."
It wasn't often that Damien met someone he could stand, and Eilian was one of those people. She was unique that way and Damien preferred her in this form rather than any other form. A platonic relationship between the two of them would benefit them both and keep them from losing their minds. He was incapable of loving someone, so it would also help that he knew that this wouldn't lead to anything. At least as long as he did what he had been doing for all his life.
"This was a pleasant - and surprising - evening. It will not be the last, but one I will remember regardless of whether you do. I look forward to meeting you again, Monsuier- ... Damien."
Eilian was beginning to leave the rooftop as she bid him farewell. "Likewise Eilian. I do hope we meet again, our paths shall cross once more if it's meant to happen." Damien still had a smirk as he nodded his head as a form of goodbye, knowing he would eventually leave as well, but at the moment, he turned to face the stars. The sentinels of the sky, they were, watching over Paris, himself and the very depths of his soul...
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