“ so… how old ARE you? ” is it rude to ask? absolutely. will he do it anyway? by mistake, yes; he means no offense, but the finer points of social graces sometimes slip by him. “ sorry– I just mean… you must’ve seen a lot. does it ever get annoying? like… is it true what they say– about history repeating itself… ? ” he would HATE to be stuck in some kind of endless loop, watching the same stupid mistakes over and over. but he thinks the world has changed; humanity had evolved, in a good way… “ – I mean, I HOPE we’ve gotten better; learned some things… right? ”
but how could he know for sure? he’s lived a mere twenty some years… that he KNOWS of.
A pause at the question, they know it isn’t the check the id kind of question that tends to happen. But it’s a solid question and Saima is thinking about the best way to answer. “Uh, a few millenia, at least.” That’s the best estimate that they’ve got and they are rolling with it. “I’ve seen a lot and frankly, it does get terribly annoying. Because while I’ve seen a lot of fascinating progress and ways where humans do get better – but there are definitely a lot of the same human vulnerabilities and irritating traits that never seem to change. Just adjust to the surroundings that they are in.”
Ayumu truly didn’t know or understand the extent of Saima’s powers, but now upon feeling the sudden drop in temperature, the usual moist air from the ocean filling the space between them once more– he’s obviously impressed and it reads so very clearly on his face.
He claps as if Saima were a talented magician and not a powerful god. “What more can you do? Can you make it rain?!”
Despite Saima having pulled such tricks before, they often were used to hiding such actions, letting people notice the change on their own. So seeing Ayumu obviously so impressed, they can’t help but smile a little bit in return.
“I mean, I probably could adjust the surroundings that it would rain. I tend to be able to tweak things to make things happen.”Which even if Saima doesn’t say, does have a lot of implications in terms of control over the environment.
“Bigger things I can do but.. are often not recommended if I don’t have to do so. Since there are other forces out there with abilities in nature.“
“Being strung along is exhausting. Is it really time already for me to give up and become an old spinster lady?”
“Ugh, that’s some bs. It’s probably something worth keeping in your back pocket. Especially if it doesn’t seem like the odds are getting any better.” A small sigh. “I do still want to maintain a little hope for you though.”
I can’t guarantee that I won’t. [he places his hand on their shoulder] That’s why I have you, to ensure my destruction if I do. I will not be seen in them.
I see. [A solemn nod of understanding.]
True, true. I will certainly ensure your destruction in that event.
“I believe it is a nice thing, indeed, something more people should practice,” Blake nodded; not entirely believing his own words. A lot of people didn’t deserve to be treated nicely, especially some back home. Some he much preferred to just plant into the ground under a tombstone.
He visibly relaxed when hearing that they were more of a forest dweller – hopefully that meant they wouldn’t be in the village too much.
“Sounds like a true nomad. Must be a hard life?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him as he rocked a little on his heels. A villager passed by, giving him a quick, warm wave which Blake responded to with a simple smile.
“Indeed – the world might look like a much different place if that were to happen.“
It’s nice to have something in common even if Saima suspects the actual feeling that statement weren’t entirely all there. No need to do something so brash as to mention that now, they were already under some kind of suspicion in a way. Even if the man seemed to relax at their mention of the forests, that relaxation would only last for so long.
“Hm a hard life? No, not really. I enjoy the movement and tend to be quite close to nature at my very core anyway. I’m of a type that has to be restless, always on the move. It fits my existence quite well. And has done so for quite some time.” They respond with a calmness, a confidence that comes from having settled into a pattern of being that has suited their needs while allowing them to be of assistance to the people nearby.
If I ever put on a pair of corduroy pants again, I want you to do it. Even though you love me, and my glamorous existence. [dont you just love setting up your homicide with your friends]
…Well alright. Just don’t wear corduroy pants then.
[What a wild time. friendship – considering being willing to kill your friends as a last resort.]
And one piece of coal. Which is secretly a diamond. Had to play one last trick, even as I died. [bahah] Could you, even? Is it possible?
Haha. That’d be a fun way to go.
I…well, yeah. I probably could. You might be able to return as long as your area exists. But if I – oh I don’t know – caused something to decimate you and your area. You’d likely be gone for good.
Seekesotsibteadmist 