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

[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.]

[looksfine]

[Aya would argue that he need not worry about her. That she was perfectly content with slowly learning the ways of the worlds around her as she has been.]

There was not any one person.

Multiple individuals have been venturing through the portal. Combined with prior experiences regarding the realm of Dreams, and I wished to experience it for myself.

[wickerwood]

Ah. More informed than the others. I see. [He considers the information, finding it vaguely disheartening. That she was more likely to follow her new allies and sense of curiosity here than one of her past..]

And what is it that you have learned, so far in your time here?

[looksfine]

[Again, he sounded...disappointed by her reasoning.]

I have learned that your realm appears to not only defy the basic laws of physics, but that those residing in it seem to pride themselves on this notion.

[wickerwood]

We do not defy physics, girl. As moving from Kithika to Valishaera or Sinbrilee to Tu Vishan, the culture changes and, with it, the laws. Physics are a social construct of sorts, one which Dreaming allows to be undone and remade in its own cultural image. We have no need or desire to defy anything.

[He smiles mischievously, as if letting her in on a secret.] We do pride ourselves on our good curry stew however.

[looksfine]

It is not a social construct. It is a natural science.

[Point of clarification. And to undo or remake something natural translated, in her mind, to defying it. Something she was gaining more and more experience with as time passed.]

Is this an attempt to purposely change the subject in hopes of distracting my attention?

[wickerwood]

A science constructed by your peers, your charts, your measurements. [He's trying, ever so gently, to steer her to understanding.] Do you truly find it easier to accept that we break the laws of science, rather than that alternate laws exist here? Are we so criminal?

[Wlodzislaw then pauses, staring at her. He lifts his hands to tug at the ends of his hair, drops them.] What am I to be distracting you from?

[looksfine]

From the conversation at hand.

And I have never once implied that your actions are criminal. You defy the laws, not break them.

[In other words, yes, it was easier for her to comprehend the former.]

[wickerwood]

What we're talking about now doesn't merit conversation status? [That actually confuses him. Distracting from their conversation by having a conversation? The point she's making is lost on him.]

What is defiance of a law if not to break it for yourself or someone else? A declaration of unscientific practice or injustice, perhaps. I don't find your laws to be unsound. I only find ours to be different, as you are different to me and I am different to others.

[looksfine]

I did not say that, either.

[His confusion was beginning to confuse her. Aya tended to prefer straightforwardness, remaining vague only when her full intention was to clarify if asked.]

The difference lays with your intent. To break the laws would be to deliberately oppose out of either objection or sense of superiority. Your realm merely defies them, simply because it appears to be its own nature to do so.

[wickerwood]

Ah, a word game. Yes. Explain how our laws differ from yours without using the word 'defy' or any derivative thereof. Unless I am understanding correctly that you view the dan'effrei existing in defiance of your Realm. Defiance. [He chuckles lightly at another joke not obvious to anyone but him.]

Balance, my dear. Just as laws here are not the same as yours of Life, nor are they the same in Death. Balance keeps Life living and Death dying and all the rest. To defy any one is to create imbalance, as your presence here does right now.

[looksfine]

[An eyebrow rose at that.]

My presence has been described as an inconvenience before, among other things, but you are the first to claim it is causing an imbalance of sorts.