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Log 009 [Video/Action]

[On Day One, Robin will open the journal and look faintly bemused... ~~Though she's been waiting for the distraction.~~]

Well then, this is interesting. There seems to be Alabasta outside my window. [~~how familiar~~]

I hear pyramids are often rigged with death traps, curses and murder. [An open invitation to go exploring with her]

Days 1-2

[Either by going into a pyramid or falling through an unseen pit of sand, you will find Robin in the tombs, investigating hieroglyphs, treasures or mutilated mummies.]

Day 3

[Robin will be on a ~~not really~~ tame Mammoth, exploring the chilly countryside and might offer rides to weary passersby or, then again, might ignore them completely]

Days 4-5

[Robin will be relaxing in the Shogunate, you may find her reading under a cherry tree, dressed in the local wear though she does have an eye (or several) open in case of ninja]

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The difference is in how we perceive things, particularly scale.

[Saori nods once up at the eye]

I don't mind. It would make conversing easier. And I suppose introductions are in order. I am Saori Kimura, the Daughter of Wind and Rain. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?

Nico Robin, but my name means nothing here.

[She comes around the tree and smiles at Saori, sitting and putting her book in her lap. Then she gazes up at the cloud]

You know, I have a friend who can do similar.

Your name has meaning anywhere, it's part of who you are.

[She smiles somewhat mysteriously, but doesn't elaborate unless asked. However, the other comment...makes her curious.]

Do you now? Whom?

Some meanings are more pleasant than others.

[Robin considers the answer for a moment. Then decides there is no reason to hide]

Her name is Nami. She has a mikan grove on the edge of town.

This is true.

[Her eyebrows raise]

I've met Nami. She's an interesting young woman, with more than a few entertaining stories. Are you from her world?

Mm. We are nakama.

[Though here...well...the meaning is the same, but different. Changed. Twisted by the Malnosso as they twist everything]

I hope one day we'll all be home.

[She realizes not everyone shares that sentiment. Though she's never understood completely. Yes, for some there is death--but this place has never and can never be life]

I understand that.

[Saori nods. She was a Japanese woman long before becoming a god, and there's little difference in the meaning of the word between their cultures. She's realized this by befriending Marco, of course, and having him explain it.]

And I hope the same. This place is...nice at times, and I'm going to do whatever I can to ensure that when we do break free we'll do it of our own power.

Our own power? [She cocks her head] What difference does that make so long as we are free?

Keeping the memories of what we've done here? Pride at defeating those who would do us harm? Freedom is worthy, but so too is ensuring that this hasn't been for nothing. And perhaps even giving us a way to stop it from happening again.

[Strange. She is usually one for preserving memory. Truth is found in memory and even though it is hard, it is still worth learning from. But...]

To remember... I don't know if I would want to. There are some here who are dead in their own worlds who would cease to be. Friends and family will be torn apart with no way of reaching one another.

[She smiles faintly]

Freedom comes with a great price, doesn't it?

[Saori covers her mouth and actually laughs, a musical, lyrical giggle that floats in the wind]

I believe you misunderstand me. You think it beyond the power of the gods to open bridges to other realities? I know with some certainty that my kindred would willingly reunite friends and families.

[Her tone changes now, taking on one of absolute certainty, the tone of someone who is used to wielding absolute authority in her own way. Not that she expects Robin to obey, merely to make her point]

And as for the dead? Well...what good is a god of death if he cannot control his dominion? Assuredly, there would be complications. But arrangements could be made, of this I am certain. For everyone.

[She is a little irritated with the laugh and the tone of this woman's voice. God or not, it's not anything that Robin has come to know]

Even if one believed in them, they haven't yet broken the barrier, have they? The Malnosso seem to be considerably stronger.

And why should the god of death choose those here, who have escaped him once, continue to do so? Because they were fortunate enough to get kidnapped? Because they were unfortunate enough to wind up here?

There are many others that suffer needlessly. That do not have the strength that we do. If the gods were to help, they should help those who most need it, not those strong enough to fight their own way.

From within, perhaps. And one at a time. [Though she ignores the jab at her power, stating matter of factly] I am also not a god who deals with such things.

As for the whys? Because the masters of Death can be bargained with. And because this place is unnatural. It breaks the very fabric of reality. That alone is reason enough.

[And, she adds mentally, because they are my kindred]

I've heard death can be bargained with. [It's been in many a tale and usually all of them ended badly]

Though who knows if the price is beyond paying. As for this being unnatural...

[she runs her hands through the grass]

I don't believe such a thing can exist.

He can be. You just have to know what he wants.

[Saori reaches up and fingers a small, mirrored locket on her throat. She knew what price he'd ask already.]

You don't? And why is that?

Unnatural seems to me a way of terming things people can't or won't understand. A way to dismiss it like a bad dream or a nightmare. An excuse to hunt it down.

If it exists, it's natural. If it doesn't. [she shrugs]

Miss Robin, there is a natural order to the world. A way things...should work. Being real has nothing to do with how it interferes with the flow of the great river. And a world where death and time are meaningless, and even the stars are false is...decidedly a rather large interference in the river.

But I doubt we'll agree on that. I mean you no slight, and I do understand your meaning. I just feel our definitions of what is and isn't differ greatly.

[Should work. Should do this. Shouldn't do that. A natural order? Perhaps a little but it it is more like natural chaos. Though that is rather beside the point and whether this place is natural or not, does not prevent the truth. But there is no use arguing with someone who feels they have all the answers]

I think everyone's definition is a little different. [She smiles faintly] What is reality but the illusion of the senses?

Robin, may I answer your question with a question?

[Saori returns that ghostly smile]

How do you see your world? And how do you see this one?

My world is freedom.

[And she misses it like she never thought she ever would. All that blue sea and adventure and nakama]

This world is a prison.

[Saori smiled genuinely at the simple, honest answer.]

An illusion to the senses, truly. The way people perceive the worlds around them. I think some might give the same answer as you, but not all. But you have the truth of it.

I see this world as opportunity. And my home as responsibility.

Not all. Nor do I expect it. Even some of my own...

[She looks away. If he left...and were to have memories of all he'd left behind... There would be no way to heal that. No way to heal him now. Luceti is like a wound that will never completely close.

She glances at Saori again]

Aren't opportunity and responsibility intertwined?

[She huffed out a gentle breath, smiling slightly at the question.]

They can be. But not always. Though here? I have considerably less responsibility. And considerably more opportunity in some ways.

And you don't mind the experiments?

[Perhaps, too, she doesn't have family to be torn apart-- to watch them suffer. But it is not in Robin to ask]

I've endured far worse. The Malnosso are hardly the darkest thing I've had to see.

[She'd probably lose her temper and do something they'd both regret if Robin dared ask something so inappropriate and insensitive.]

What they do to me and mine is enraging, but what can I do but try to mitigate the damage? The Malnosso will pay for their crimes in due course. With...as they say...interest. But for now I see no sense in allowing my wits to be overcome with anger.

Edited 2012-12-17 17:01 (UTC)

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