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feonixe2018-03-06 03:54 pm
eonflamewing) wrote in feonixe2018-03-06 03:54 pm
CMO 2018 EDITION
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[ Ain drinks his tea in silence, an artificially refined gesture as he returns his attention to the book. His cup is set down at the exact lengthwise center of the table, if she would notice. Perhaps he finds some sort of enjoyment in enacting symmetry from arrangement, even if it is merely trivial.
He pauses in the middle of turning a page when she speaks, letting gravity flip it to the next chapter. ]
What do you think of the term?
[ Slightly uncharacteristic, but he shows a certain curiosity in his eyes. ]
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... Unnecessarily grandiose, I think. Grand, in the way that the mages of this world seem to tend to.
[ It isn't openly critical, but perhaps there does lurk a faint flicker of unimpressment in her eyes. Their purpose here in Chaldea, under their current Master, is a noble one, but the Mage's Association among others... ]
More charged than it needs to be. [ she says, crisply. Maybe for some the word has fewer connotations of the religious inclination, but she was educated in a Catholic school. Besides, it strikes her as the sufficiently pretentious sort of thing that the magus society of this world would strive for. ] Many of us are not remotely divine, and the process does not necessarily raise us to a higher state of being even outside of that.
It only makes us... more, of who we were, I believe. Those who were not kings will not suddenly become one.
[ The cadence of her words suggests she has more to say, but deeming her tea sufficiently cooled she takes a measured sip from her cup now instead. ]
Those who were only mortal, and not divine masquerading as such, will not suddenly become more.
[ No ascension will have her reflect that particular aspect of herself in this container, even if it is, on an objective level, a higher state of being. So she thinks, or at least she hopes. ]
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Gods and men are destined to be separate. One cannot become the other, much less through hubris.
[ His tone is calm, a clean contrast to before. At least, he doesn't rag on it like an offended zealot. ]
Would that they see the error in their ways once their order is restored. [ It's hard to tell if he puts any faith in humanity, with his blank expression. ] If they do not repent, they trap themselves in a cycle of repeating their own mistakes.
[ .... why is he preaching (?) ]
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Archer has accepted that, perhaps, her repeated journeys through time meant- not all that much, in the end. Perhaps another her would have rejected the sentiment outright, grown defensive, but Archer has moved past that, even if it had to be forced. ]
If it is hubris driving them, then their pride would not allow them to learn. Not easily. You would be better advised to argue with a rock.
[ It certainly felt that way, some timelines. Conviction, she understands. Stubbornness, certainly. And yet still...
Her head tilts, minutely. Considering. ]
In any case. Not through hubris, but perhaps, sometimes, through other means. [ Not in the way that she accuses the mages of this world to perhaps want to aspire to. ] Ascensions- true ones, that is-
They would be considered under the purview of 'miracles,' would they not?
[ They aren't talking about their existences as Servants anymore, are they? ]
If man became god. They are no longer considered men.
That separation, then, is maintained.
[ But it's inflected in a way closer to a question, rather than the statement it's worded as. ]
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There is no emotion in those inhuman eyes, his form outlined by a barely noticeable glow. ]
If a human attains that worthiness.
[ If. There is stress on that very first word, only slightly.
Of course, it's not so much an acquiescence as a challenge. Who deems the worthiness of humans if not for the gods themselves? But then, how would such a thing hold in a world without gods at all?
Important questions. ]
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[ She agrees, without difficulty, eyes shuttered. Another idle sip of the tea he'd deigned to prepare for her, before her eyes open again, gaze clear and lucid, though not defensive. Unlike others who were similarly inhuman, she believes she understands his motivations more, to an extent- and the extent of which his methods would reach.
It isn't entirely acquiescence on her end either, but nor is it rising to meet his challenge. Perhaps elaboration. Her agreement isn't simply surface-deep. ]
And, almost certainly not ever of their own aspirations.
[ That can only lead to the creation of false gods more than anything, delusions of grandeur propped up by forced idolatry. It won't ever last.
No, reverence from others... is an avenue to being placed into that position deserving of such worship, but it mustn't be sought. Not for its own sake. But if they are elevated in that way, and there are no gods to protest it...
What better acknowledgment of their being beyond humanity than such a designation? ]
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Yes.
[ as long as they were not elevated by human hands, he will accept it. and implicitly, accept the existence of that person whom which archer respects. ]
I am glad we are in concordance.
[ he's far too tired of arguing with others, even when other saints come to break the fight. ]
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She hadn't minded, so long as he kept to his own business- and he had, at least enough so as far as she was concerned. It wasn't much to have to deal with, all things considered, and though they all share a common cause here, Homura has always kept her own counsel. Ain isn't much out of line from what the old traditions make angels out to be, outside of perhaps, not singing enough of a litany of praises. ]
We all have our obligations and aspirations. Regardless, it can only be for the better if we all managed to find common ground to work with each other on.
It must be interesting, being among the other Rulers.
[ She's aware that the original Holy Grail War summoning ritual was a predominantly European affair, and as such artefacts of such have trickled down into Chaldea's Fate system. Still, the predominance of one particular faith in certain classes, despite how the other classes have filled out with those from all sorts of histories... it's a little curious. It's a little curious, especially given her upbringing, but not enough so for it to concern her overmuch.
Less severe, then, and more distantly polite, in a serene sort of manner: ]
What was it that you were reading before I interrupted?
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They are different from me. [ he waves a hand, fingers slender like sculpted porcelain, like glass. ] They are humans.
[ and that, to him, explains everything.
arctic eyes flick from her to his book, then back again. ]
A treatise on the far reaches of space in this world. Curious, how mortals have contrived to see beyond.
[ his voice is calm, objective. curious, how they wish to surpass their limits... yet still fall behind. ]