Kolo's Links
Parsle, the well's newest creation. I'm afraid I've barely spoken with him, the same can be said of most of us and it's not given me much of an impression. He seemed innocent enough, we'll see if it lasts once he finds a home.
It brings a smile to my face when he chastises Hearth or chases after Mercy, desperately upholding his ideals of accountability. Of course, I have indulged his requests of me - the money reparations, the community service, the leagues of time and magic wasted to pay for what he thinks I did to the Well. But, that's all in the past now, isn't it? Look at our Well, glowing brightly once again... of course, there'll be no reparations for my lost days from him, will there?
Caiche is dutiful enough, although I doubt the legitimacy of his work. At the very least his people are content, and he regularly repairs whatever mishaps his teams create. I don't have access to the paperwork to prove anything else, despite my misgivings, and he has good motivation not to be found out, perhaps enough not to be connected in the first place.
I can appreciate his efforts to enforce a sort of morality on us. When I look at Mercy, for example, I can perfectly see why boundaries must be drawn, even for gods. His frustration towards me leaves a sour taste, of course - have I not done all that I have for the good of the Well and the galaxy? But I accept his judgments, nonetheless.
Hearth has, for the most part, made reparations for the destruction of the Well. While I have doubts about his "Ownership" of Hope, I have no horse in that race. I've heard naught of Hope trying to leave, so I assume he's satisfied with his lot. He's still contentious about the status of Inner Viira, one of my final complaints at this time. Evidently his actions have led enough to doubt him after the attack from Mercy that he is now faced with a divided populace. It is their decision, but I would defend it.
He's a jerk who thinks he's above us. Thinks he has any right to judge me, or my actions, and try to punish me for them? Who even says he's right? I mean really, is it wrong for me to act as the Well wanted me to do? Huh? He ever think of that?
Mercy has gone on, held unaccountable for too long. Look at the lengths to which he now goes. Calling of the Well or not, he is still responsible for the decisions he makes. He's destroyed a planet, and if it is too late now to help then some punishments must still be doled out. Some call for flogging, beating, eternal imprisonment. I say he needs a padded room and a therapist for a while.
I didn't meet him, not really. So I don't know much about him. But, I mean, he's Hearth's... property. So he probably doesn't like me, just like the rest of the Arcanas. Fine! Well I never liked him anyways! He broke the Well, anyways. I didn't have anything to do with that! And I've never done anything even CLOSE to the horrific magnitude of that! Where's his punishment, huh?
Mercy is a basket case. I wish he wasn't right about some things, wish someone else would say it. It's his purpose, his calling, but he uses it as an excuse to punch a hole through Viira. Yes, Hearth deserved to go down a notch. Millions upon billions didn't deserve to die for it. I'd forgive him if he'd see it. After all, sometimes I understand those shackles of what the Well made of you.
Such a shame Hearth's claws are so stalwart. Such a shame, indeed! We had such high expectations for Triv - the possibilities laid out before us. An artificial god, pulled from the Well by our own hands, birth immaculately crafted. All that potential squandered on Hearth's frantic need to have total control.
Caiche is terribly polite. Less invasive than his scientists, but stars know for how long. He and his coordinated the experiments behind my birth, I think he is the most insulted that I am kept by Hearth. At least they tried to come up with solutions.
How am I supposed to feel about him? I mean, not like - well, I'm sure he must hate me to some degree, right? I took so much from him. I'm... I'm everything he was supposed to be, I guess... oh god. I don't want to think about that. I hope he doesn't want to meet me.
Parsle wasn't supposed to be anymore than I was. I hope he handles it better than I did.
Hearth still thinks he deserves dibs, I hope it's wisdom keeping Parsle on that space station.
I love him so very dearly, despite everything. A good authority looks after their ward, of course, and understands the ward's feelings may change and shift over time. They should remain steadfast, a place of love and safety for their ward, even if only hatred and resentment fill what should be a loving bond. Though... in a moment of vulnerability, I wonder and fret... I wish I knew how to forge a bridge between us. I wish I knew why he hates me so deeply. I wish we were as close as I imagined, when I first held him, the flecks of the Well's magic dripping down his face... but I will remain steadfast.
Hearth is...a decent man, despite everything. He's been more willing to own up to what happened to the Well of Creation during my birth. I appreciate that. I don't appreciate being kept like property, denied my rights to creation as an Arcanas, being named, or the fact that he won't let the inner planet be, but I suppose that's asking a lot of one as old as he is.
Saying no to Hearth has probably been the most exhilarating moment of my life. Getting to spit on the very idea that the Arcanas knew what they were doing, that they deserve their godhood - *good*. Let them feel insulted and weak.
Alas... the grace of gods is oft lost on mortals, especially ones who have persisted far beyond their natural lives. It is truly a shame that Ailia sees herself above the Arcanas' decisions.
Our local menace destroys my planet, shreds my government and authority, and escapes without a trace. Of course, no one bothers tracking him down, and he escapes free of responsibility. Such is the hand I have been dealt in life - playing the graceful authority, the polite loser, restrained by others' fear of my power and forced to watch the true evil frolic about.
Hearth? He's a narcissistic pencil-pusher, meddling in everyone else's business and acting like he's got the authority to do it just because he's old. He's not even the eldest! If the Well wanted him to lead, wouldn't it have made that more obvious? Ugh, I can hear him now - "You just can't see my grace and poise, Mercy! Blame yourself, not the Well!" Get a fucking life!
Kicked while down... I have always been there during new births from the Well, and now I am forced to sit as one of the rabble during their first anniversary celebration instead. Too weak to protest this disgrace, my planet in shambles, my people's faith waned. And then to be denied this, after everything? I fear what else Parsle will herald, in this destitute new world.
Funny that Hope turns to him, so predictably, whenever we have a spat. So very funny. I am the one who broke the Well, of course, not Caiche's ill-begotten experiments. And of course we'll gloss over what Caiche did to Leren I. Anything to make me the bad guy, of course. And I must smile and wave the entire while....
Hearth serves well as the linchpin to the Arcanas, in part due to his ever-present need to be lovingly involved in everyone's business. Now, whether he serves his position as leader of Viira or the entire galaxy well? Hahaha.
Little Nerrosa is such a fool, darting away from our care as quick as a mouse. It's unbefitting of him, isn't it? To hide your true nature, to scorn your true home? Ah, well, all in time, as our God says. All in time!!!
Yes... I remember him. I got nothing good to say about him.
A Dewclaw. The one that takes Flames. I know he came up with the method himself. I don't like him.
Mmhmm, yes, I remember Nerrosa quite well! A bit of a scamp, that kitten was. It's a shame he's long fled - it only prolongs his life away from the watchful grace of our god, May He Meow Forever.
(hissing)
Hahahaha! You think I care about Nerrosa anymore? I mean, I do. Duh. But in the way I care about all my subjects! He's so insistent on snubbing my affections, so I've placed THOSE elsewhere. His loss, really!
The god Cismin is known for his flights of fancy, and Angel is one of them: a man with grand ideas and ambition enough to show up to the agency and try to usurp our methods. Cismin, of course, is endeared by his zeal and has made him our - ah, more accurately Quinten's - problem.
Festi can certainly be a bit of a wall to talk to. Difficult to read and gauge his interest, though I suppose if he was really all that disinterested he could just leave, hm? As for his work, I have no qualms with it! There's no one better suited to cleaning corpses and scaring the pants off newcomers, hahah.
I like taking Pandora out to coffee shops and parks, get him out of his house a little. He's painfully shy and very nervous about crowds, so I try to plan around low-volume dates and off-season stuff. I worry about him quite a bit.
Ente is sweeter on the inside than his gruff demeanor suggests. He's very thoughtful and aware, always taking into account people's personalities, histories... it's all very personal. He's actually invited me on a few cafe dates - it's very sweet...!
Pandora... I see my younger self in him, when I was less established, when I had no one. Granted, he has more friends than I did, but when he passes my mind, I regardless feel concern. Hm... I should reach out more.
"Friendly" is the wrong word to describe Festi, but he's very comforting to be around and kind at heart. Priori is always willing to listen to people's concerns, but Festi can supply realistic solutions and cuts right to the heart of the matter. I appreciate his guidance.
Listenin' to this guy wax poetic is a mean treat, lemme tell ya. He can go on and on, buildin' up this hilarious, vivid picture - it can be the funniest shit, just him crafting a hilarious scene and cranking it to the max. He's a great guy!
The speaker of the gods' words, and their herald! An angel from above descends on fluttering wings, halo ablaze, and trips, dropping the pizza box as we all watch in horror. But just before it splatters, lost, to the ground - victory! - his magic has captured it seconds from destruction, laughing all the while! In other words, a great friend to casually converse with, though not one to open up.
Uzerin, of keen eye, sharp claw, and long torso. It was a delight to escort him back to Evenne and see the residents' horrified expressions. We're not personally close, but he speaks to Quinten quite often.
Our resident mortician, and an interesting specimen. We've spoken at length about the nature of this world, this reality, and the gods' eventual place for it. I find Festi has an interesting, if cynical, spin on the perspective. I must pick his brain further!
Uzerin is very interesting. Everything he says is very well-thought-out and he has plenty of evidence or counterarguments to back up his claims. I... do envy his ability to speak with such assurance.
Pandora is a wonderful man. You wouldn't believe that he's older than me, though, considering his meekness and withdrawn nature. He's recently become somewhat of a popular name around the island for his Flame. I mean to question after his well-being, of course.
He's very intelligent, don't get me wrong! And the island's used to him now, thank goodness, but it was an utterly bizarre decision to invite a behemoth as large as Uzerin in the first place, honestly. Everyone thought he was going to eat them!
Hm... it takes a certain person to name themselves 'Angel', no?
Such a kind expression, backed by such kind words! Priori is a thoughtful man, with thoughtful actions and thoughtful reassurances. Yet, it never seems alarming or too much - he is a master of such a delicate balancing act! Though I admire it, I would never want to be akin to him - as being an incessant questioner is much more interesting.
It's nice to get to vent to Uzerin. He's very patient and understanding. Really... listens to you. It's nice.
Dear leader! Oh, dear leader, with an angry scowl yet a warm heart. He can't help but grant people's wishes and dedicate his life to embettering ours - it's simply in his nature. But for all that love and affection he has for us citizens, he yet holds us at arm's length. A shame, a shame! But perhaps I, away from the masses, can call our relationship deeper....
Mewt Mavet. That son of a bitch hasn't sunk his claws fully into my people yet, and as long as I'm here, I'll hold the line. Chellabra was perfectly fine until he swept through and somehow convinced everyone to stop tilling the fields and purifying the water! Auuugh. There are countless more grievances I'd levy at him, enough to fill his entire blasted castle with letters, but merely complaining will only keep me where he wants me - under his paws.
Ahha-ha, that Bastet, he's a tough cookie alright. Prim and polite despite the scowl on his face everytime I come to visit! It's not like he hides his contempt for me - but we both know which one of us is the *true* provider, ehehe.