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

[solo_patria]

He is nodding at the admission.

"It must be exhausting for anyone to even begin to understand what those of us from many worlds find important or useful or even just care for. I am not surprised that many things important to many of us would not be the most important thing to notice here."

The weariness he catches, knowing it well enough from his friends in their student days during especially busy weeks. Oh how he does not miss law school.

"So everything that we find here is something we have placed here on some level?"

Enjolras is a bit surprised, but then, the entirety of this Realm once Enjolras had entered it, seems to function much as a dream. Perhaps he can find a way to enjoy that on some level.

[wickerwood]

"Correct." Wlodzislaw is already impressed with him. Enjolras is the first to draw any such natural approval from her, so many of the others existing in their little logical bubbles that they fail to realize the greater existence of the Realm beyond their thinking. It was asking them to conjure infinite when they could only count to one hundred.

"What is important to you is important to the Dan'effrei. However, as there are heaps of you, so, too, are there heaps of us, each with his own purpose. Much like you lot, only more well read. The advantage of old age and all that." She shrugs noncommittally.

"The Realm facilitates what memory, passion, and necessity dictate. Not in that order. In no order, I imagine. Laws govern the Plane, but they are not as you know and best understood through exploration."

[solo_patria]

Enjolras is actually rather pleased that he seems to have made somewhat of a connection here. Everything, after all, is part of something larger. He may not have realized that in life very often, until he took some of his friends' words of a greater human connection on Earth to heart a scant day before his death, but even so, he's made it once. Perhaps it stayed here, better than he'd thought. After all, the monk's explanation and answers make a lot of sense. The idea that there are many forces, many people and places he cannot conceive of, and that they are all part of a whole, perhaps even those who have left, that it reaches across a infinite plain of existence,and links things still is comforting, extremely so, and the concept relaxes him.

"A vast degree of knowledge and experience, then. Vaster than I think I could imagine if I am understanding you correctly." Enjolras can't help but smile a bit. "The idea of it is quite amazing. And of having so long to do so. I've not always had the time to devote to all of the great ideas and the world itself in such a way as to study and understand it, but it seems like something quite fulfilling much of the time.

Laws..." How best to put his thoughts. "Dreams have a sort of built in logic that allows for many things to happen that are not possible in the waking hours. I would suppose exploring here to be a bit like that. And I am certain I should like to do so."

[wickerwood]

"Mm," she begins, considering his words a moment before she corrects him. "You could likely imagine it. I wonder if you could comprehend it. As you might comprehend infinite, but not an infinite number of infinites. You can imagine it, yet it will never settle in firm knowledge. The thought's existence will serve as a constantly shifting and malleable idea of what it might be like. The imagination is enormously able to produce what the thinking mind cannot.

The focus of a life should not be to understand the infinite infinites of potential. Learn what's relevant to you and cherish it. The rest is rubbish. Poland may be a great Empire, but she is of no use to me. Learn to sort your rubbish in the bin and your personal infinite to memory and your life will be better for it."

She gives a firm nod, as if providing him with the wisdom of the ages or the answer to the universe. Wlodzislaw is proud of herself for imparting her entirely biased knowledge on a species very unlike her own, hoping it works out for him.

"Another sharp thought, boy. Do not confuse dreams for Dreaming. Though the two may share a title and purpose, not all laws are the same and its differences might bring you harm if you're not careful."

[solo_patria]

Infinite then. His face is rather serious and interested as he leans forward, finding himself studying her more intently. So thought works in such a way as to constantly change? That is not so bad in and of itself. One of the things he'd come to learn in Paris, and has more or less had confirmed here that there are less absolute Truths, at least in the way that Enjolras had always thought of them, than one might think.

"The focus of a life. I thought that I did understand that once, but I was..too narrow then. Perhaps the idea of opening it up has pushed me too far in the other direction than I've imagined. Poland, and her sister countries were important to me because they had a direct effect on the work my friends and I hoped to accomplish,and did also broaden our views outside of France, but I think that it was, well, less important to me than to the friend who read this book and told me of its existence.

And there are some rather rubbish things I've learned milling about in my mind too." He confessed, thinking of some matters of fashion, or of delving too deeply into studying the worlds of others, or considering, as he often had tried to, where the diversion that created his world and someone like, say, Iskierka and Temeraire's world had taken place. They were interesting thoughts, important to others maybe, but for his existence, for the things that mattered to him most, they did cloud up a lot of space where other thoughts, more beneficial to him, instead of a loosely mixed bag of...what were the dried flowers called again? Another fact that did not matter.

"How does one sort then? It seems, well, like a reasonable attempt to make, though I am not certain a human has the capacity for it, at that." It seems, still, like something Enjolras might consider as a way to find peace or greater clarification, and at least worth a few week's trial.

"Ah no, they do have their differences. They seem to...well to feel different, but also the way things move about in them, or function. Dreaming has acted like a dream but been so real there was no way it could have simply been a dream."

Malicant, after all, had taken them into a place that seemed like Dreaming now, because he had woken from it when he had not been to sleep, and had been a plane where rules and laws had all been vastly different. And other Dreaming times, the barricade of his nightmares that had appeared in one of his visits last year but it had been more tangible than a dream and he had woken with something from it, the waistcoat he'd found there, though he'd never seen it, solid and as real as it had been then.

A dream, like those he had when he had allowed himself to fully relax, in Combeferre's presence, the last time he had managed it, could be important too, yes. Grantaire had spoken to him in one such dream, and then Asti as well, but they'd even felt different there, as much as he HAD participated in them. A dream had a different, less vivid quality to it, perhaps, like a piece of art muted over time compared to the original the day it had been painted. Dreams seemed to fade things for him while Dreaming made them feel so real.

Still, he wished to know if that was true or not, or if his notions were rather off. "What are the differences, then? I should like to know a few if you are allowed to say. They may help me exploring here."

[wickerwood]

"And perhaps Poland is of use to you, or your friend. Perhaps her knowledge is better left to your friend and your friend best attending your side, such that the knowledge is available to you through proxy. It's always difficult to say without omnipotence." Wlodzislaw let a shrug roll off of her feminine shoulders, taking a brief moment to notice the shape of them before her eyes returned to look at her new acquaintance.

"As such, it is all a guess and what we might make relevant in our time. Your world is not relevant to mine, yes? Yet you, as a person, are relevant to me here and now and therefore parts of your world and its understandings, laws, and disruptions become an intersecting bit of information to learn and consider, even if it may be easily forgotten later."

She rolled an invisible ball from one hand to the other, carrying the gesture forward in a subtle statement of the continuation of time and all things. Then she nodded and smiled again, more than happy to talk about her Realm. It was refreshing to speak with someone who seemed to understand, more so for what he might accomplish back in Tu Vishan with the right knowledge.

"Mm. I can certainly impart a few, yet they are as varied as your own world to the city you reside in on the turtle's back." She considered, tapping a finger to her lips again. "Things here cannot be so easily created or destroyed as in your world, for all things here are inconsistent by nature. As your thoughts change, so, too, does this Realm. Like the book you endeavored to read, which changed before your eyes with the memories of it. Change is inevitable."

She crossed her arms as she thought some more. "Masks are easier to come by here. Even this is not what I should naturally look like. I wear it because it suits my mood. You see masks in Life as well and fail to recognize them as such. Be aware, my boy. Here and there. Rarely are strangers what they appear to be, particularly those native to this world, and no individual is incapable of it."

[solo_patria]

"That second option served us better, I think, in practice." He had to agree to her point there. "It seemed among the lot of us, that every man had his specialty from which the others could draw necessary knowledge and skills. It may not have been the best, of course, but I think it may work better than trying to absorb everything by myself."

As for worlds not being relevant? Enjolras was not quite sure on that end. In the grand scheme of things, perhaps not. But if Malicant would like to reach his power here too, then another world that he has threatened to go after, was, perhaps, a bit more relevant than not.

"Not so often relevant as that, I should think, no." He answered at last, pausing as he spoke to tug at one of his earrings, as he thought this through. "Though we may be linked by our enemy in the shadows. We are told he wishes to go after our worlds if he is not stopped on Tu Vishan. Now this world has something of a link to Tu Vishan and Tu Vishan to the worlds that all of us come from, I would say that worlds like yours and mine are perhaps a little closer than not by his plans."

Never before, as in this place of knowledge, had he wished to say Malicant's name more. It hardly seemed right to tiptoe around it, in a place where knowledge, facts, and the truth were so important as all of that It was so hard not to, but, knowing what it would bring, Enjolras did not dare.

"Still, in general, yes. There are many whose worlds are not so relevant to mine who have become important to me here. In that case, when I ask them to speak of home and learn of things I never would have imagined on my own, yes, we are, or were, linked then, and by extension, there are our worlds."

His eyes followed the gesture for a moment, taking in the places where that rotation would be, and then Enjolras nodded. "Near everything is circular is it not?" He asked, considering. "A good deal many worlds, time itself, the seasons in some places..." Birth and Death, he added silently, especially when it came to realms like that he'd found his way to after death. A heavy thought, but not a sad one. Simply one that required much more time to tease out in full, but not the current time, since he could be exploring and learning of more to be done in here.

He was no Combeferre, but Enjolras was no slouch when it came to wishing to expand his education. He'd left it limited before, a mistake, he'd come to learm, but the chance to fix that in any way he could was still upon him, so he leaned forward, simply listening.

They could not be so easily created? But if that book had come from his memory, then...

"Oh!" He spoke the syllable out loud, then looked a bit embarrassed at that. "Ah my apologies, I've only...they cannot be created or destroyed due to the fact that they change instead. Each person has their own association to place on an object like that, and it cannot be consistent because no one is the same."

Failing to recognize masks in life felt almost more like a specific hint at someone or something else being not what they appeared to be right here. Rarely were strangers what they seemed to be...yes, he had learned that the hard way, once, it would be incredibly awful for that to be the way of things again.

"And might there be a way to note the mask, beyond much more careful attention? Signs that could give anyone away besides them not behaving like themselves?" It seemed a key sign to Enjolras, that, which meant that there had to be other, more subtle ones to look for, yes?