EVENT | LANDFALL | VALISHAERA

[ironwood]

Characters: ALL!
Date: JULY 13-26
Location: Valishaera
Situation: Tu Vishan has made landfall on Siaxhi, to explore the Dreaming Watch City of Valishaera.
Warnings/Rating: Please indicate content warnings in subject headers as applicable.

As Tu Vishan draws near, the heavy jungle visible even from miles out quickly identifies the landmass as Siaxhi, one of the westernmost continents in Konryu and one that has been largely untouched insofar as the kedan themselves have gone. There is a natural inlet along the southeast shore on the continent and Tu Vishan makes for that, though he fills nearly all of it.



OOC INFORMATION
Landfall Questions | Approved Item Requests | Pocket Dreaming Signups

CITY OF VALISHAERA
Exploring the Coast | The Arybar | A Ruined City

WITHIN THE TEMPLE
The Monks' Domain | The Labs & Library | Gathering Rooms & Garden | The Pocket Dreaming Realms

LANDFALL MISSIONS
Dreamscape | Night's Wood | Inan | OOC Organization

Comments

[wickerwood]

You're assuming that permission is required.

[Wlodzislaw glanced up from his work with what could be described as a twinkle in his eye. Then his attention was back to the pelican and long-beak alembics before him where he was clearly preparing a number of different tinctures. It barely took more than a look for him to understand what Aya was, in a sense, and the potential which laid before her.]

Bring me that beaker, would you?

[He gestured at a table with a number of glass beakers behind her without looking up, his gaze instead diverting to the pages sprawled across the counter beside him.]

[looksfine]

[Her assumptions were not wrong. Not entirely. While it may not have been required, it was her understanding that common courtesy stated she should at least announce her presence before entering in the domain of another.]

[It was a lesson that took a while to learn, and thus, one she could not ignore.]

Certainly.

[What was a single beaker in the face of a welcomed greeting?]

May I then ask what it is for?

[wickerwood]

Certainly.

[He echoed, though the response guaranteed no answer to her question. Wlodzislaw lifted a quill that wasn't there a moment before to scribble some notes on the page before him. Then he dropped the item and returned to watching his materials distill.

A few seconds later, he straightened and finally regarded the creation for any real period of time.]

You're green. Are you supposed to be?

[looksfine]

[Rather than take offense by the question, Aya smiled. She was proud of her existence, and the fact that there were others of similar skin tone she had encountered further fueled that confidence.]

If I was not supposed to be green, then I would not be green.

[wickerwood]

I imagine there are a number of sailors who would refute that sentiment.

[Still, he smiled at the statement, appreciating the quip in its own way. It might not be all that difficult to change the color of her, if she wanted, but that hardly seemed his place to inform her of. She seemed content enough with the green after all.]

[looksfine]

I am not a sailor. I am a Green Lantern.

[The name of the color was right there in the Title. One she obviously took enough pride in to introduce herself as over her own name. That would come in a moment, should he ask.]

Would I be correct in assume you are the head of this institution?

[wickerwood]

That you are, my dear.

[He flashed her another smile and set the beaker beneath the exit of the glass on one of his projects, the steam of his flower finally beginning to condense in the upper bulb of the mechanism.]

You need to stop assuming unless you can be correct more often. I doubt you'll know which is correct and which is wrong, however, and guessing makes the whole idea redundant, doesn't it? Best stick to questions then and leave the assumptions to those who know what's correct in this Realm.

[looksfine]

When it comes to logic, I am seldom wrong.

[But nor was she unwilling to be.]

[Which is why she did not react to his declaration--or was it a philosophical statement?--with little more than a courteous nod of acknowledgement.]

Very well.

Whose laboratory is this?

[wickerwood]

Whose do you want it to be? You're in a different land, yet your mind remains attached to Life. Think in Dreaming, my dear, if you want to learn more. Assumptions will only fail you when facts are malleable and logic is not a thing here as it is there. If you should continue to speak in logic, you best grow used to being wrong.

[He continued his work as he spoke with the same cheerfulness, again writing in the pages.]

I'm not the only one here, you know. There are dozens more. Loads, even.

[looksfine]

[A very strange individual, indeed. The longer he spoke, the more confused Aya found herself becoming. She could understand his words. Their baseline definitions. It was the particular combination he used that she found required additional processing.]

I have no personal preference.

And while I do not deny the probability of several other individuals, I am not asking them. I am asking you. A question is not wrong.

[wickerwood]

Ah! That, there, may be your shortcoming. Find a preference. [Wlodzislaw looked about to say more when he stopped and held up a finger.] A moment.

[Without more warning than that, he rushed out of the lab and through the opposite door into his living quarters. A reasonable person might have left in the time he was gone or, perhaps, gone searching for him. Just as Aya might get the idea to do so, he returned.]

As you were.

[looksfine]

[Aya did not ever get the idea to do so.]

[A moment, while technically possessing its own measurable length of time, was often colloquially referred to as a subjective way of saying that the time would be short, but immeasurable. Besides that, she was used to waiting.]

[Thus, she remained precisely in the same spot as she was when he left.]

Why do I require a preference as to whose lab this is?

What are you researching?

[wickerwood]

[The creation was too predictable and Wlodzislaw was all too happy to take it upon himself to help her, whatever that meant. He looked to her, then to his pages. He lifted the page he had just been writing upon and ripped it in half, then again and again until he let the various pieces float to the ground.]

A bit of fun is all.

[Wlodzislaw lifted the beaker, now with a small amount of purple-tinted liquid in it and offered it to her to look at or analyze if she liked.]

Why does it matter whose lab it is?

[looksfine]

[Since he was obviously refusing to answer the ownership question, she chose instead to focus on something that had a higher percent chance of receiving an actual answer.]

How do you quantify fun, exactly?

[wickerwood]

In oodles.

[The answer was easy enough for the monk, who returned the beaker to its position under the distilling system. He reached down behind the table, picking up his single and intact sheet of paper from the ground as if he had never ripped it to pieces.]

[looksfine]

[It would have been the most straight-forward, honest reply she had gotten from him yet, save for one small detail.]

I am unfamiliar with that form of measurement.

[wickerwood]

Most are.

[He reassured her, giving another smile before returning to his writings. Without looking up, he continued speaking in a new tone altogether, as if jumping into the middle of an entirely different conversation.]

I'm not certain what it is that you're wanting to know. Your questions are all wrong and your preoccupation with logic and rightness interferes with progress. If I could help you, I would, but I can't do that unless you can tell me what you need. Forget the questions. They're rubbish. Tell me what you need.

[looksfine]

[What Aya needed was answers to her questions. That how she learned. Watching. Observing. Inquiring about things she did not understand.]

What I need is for you to explain yourself in a manner I am capable of understanding, rather than attempt to confuse me further.

Logic is what fuels progress. To claim that it is nothing more than an unnecessary hindrance is objectively wrong.

[wickerwood]

[Wlodzislaw's brows drooped on the edges as he looked to her with a mixture of concern and disappointment, similar to the way a parent might disapprove of a child's brash judgments.]

Perhaps where you are from, my dear, logic serves as the ultimate truth. In this Realm, it is a plague. Logic is not unnecessary, but it does serve as a hindrance and, unchecked, a disease.

[He moved around the counter to the bookshelf not far from her and fetched another beaker. Turning to face her, he held the glass item out between them.] What does logic dictate this glass should do if I were to drop it?

[looksfine]

[Aya could handle a parent's disappointed look. She'd been on the receiving end of a far worse one.]

Logic...says the glass should fall, unless there is a force that prevents it from doing so.

[Gravity, but she was too much of a Green Lantern not to recognize that there were those with the ability to levitate certain items.]

[wickerwood]

[The monk released the glass. The beaker fell up and shattered, shards cascading along the ceiling as they might normally do on the floor.]

In this Realm, belief makes it so. I believe it will fall up, therefore the beaker falls up. Were I to believe it would move sideways, it would. The same is true for down as well. Were you to drop one, it would fall as logic dictates because your belief lies solely within that.

[Wlodzislaw reached a hand behind his back and pulled the beaker out from behind it, the shards having disappeared from the ceiling. He set it aside on the shelf.]

Tell me, how is it you found the arch to this Realm?

[looksfine]

[Well.]

[He was right.]

[That wasn't logical.]

[Aya's lips parted in surprise as she watched the display. A gravity field, maybe? Or had the room simply turned upside-down. Except...no, the individual sitting before her showed no signs of being affected. And her scanners indicated no such readings.]

I...was brought here.

[wickerwood]

By whom?

[The confident air behind his question suggests he may already know the answer, but he wears a smile and a twinkle in his eyes all the same, eager for her response.]

[looksfine]

An exceptionally large turtle who goes by the name of Asti.

[wickerwood]

You were brought to Valishaera by Asti. Whom brought you to the Realm of Dreaming? I am curious who it was that you saw that led you through this portal. Interesting shape.

[Wlodzislaw already worries about her. Her predispositions make sense, given what she seems to be, but he knows that the woman will never have any fun or open her potential without embracing things she never thought possible.]