idolpro | Lucifel's Ideal World, v.2

—The world is ugly, he once declared.

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good can’t be achieved, and pure evil breaks down. And these two extremes are always incompatible with each other. There is still some evil in a good world. That is how the world is, and it is what continues to create ugly things. Evil sneers at good, and good rages over evil. But, in a world where good and evil oppose each other, there is a group that is far more numerous that always appears.

That is ‘grey’. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life haphazardly and merely exists. They don’t believe in goodness and are simply proud that they aren’t evil. Even though they affirm evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that ‘I am not evil, I am a good person’ and pardon all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people out of contempt. They kill people as part of a game. They use the excuse that they can’t restrain their desires—That’s how humans are. That’s how the world is.

Yes—this world is extremely ugly. Neither dyed by good nor fallen into evil. Unable to decide on a color, the wills of people continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and such foul-smelling corpses aren’t destroyed.

The world will surely continue to rot eternally.

While wrapped within a curse-like fog in darkness frozen to its core.

He thus concluded.

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[For starters, she gives herself a moment to enjoy not being grey or glowy or so definitively alone.

Moment over, she attempts to summon a blade--no powers, great--whatever.

Another beat and she moves to the man, to see what he's painting, and if it seems to have any meaning or point of reference.]

[ It's just a very pretty picture of the beach, the tides and the waves. It doesn't feel very meaningful, but at the same time, it feels like—that is the meaning of it.

Or something esoteric and artsy-sounding like that. ]

[Huh...not her bag. There anything else notable about him from the look of him, other than how caught up in the moment he is? He seem familiar?]

[ You might have seen him in a dream, once—though in that dream he might have been far older than how he looks now; in that dream you might have called him teacher, but here, he's just a painter.

He turns to you with a smile, and like this, you can better tell—he's not younger by any means, but he's less weathered by battle, his hands with callouses from craftsmanship rather than any sword; the lines on his face are primarily around his eyes, made more distinct with his smile.

"How does it look?" ]

Uh. Dynamic...? I mean...what do you think?

[ He laughs softly, kindly, with the understanding that she doesn't seem to be interested.

"I feel I've still not got it right. But it takes time to get right, and I have all the time in the world to get it right, now." ]

[Somehow she feels worse than if he'd been offended, and she shifts awkwardly]

...You didn't before? What, uh, early retirement or something?

[ "Before?"

The question has him pause.

"Before, I was an instructor of the sword. But this world doesn't need swords now, so they don't need me to do that anymore. I can pursue what I've always wanted to do." ]

[Cocks her head]

Oh yeah? What happened, how'd swords get canceled?

[ "This humble painter doesn't know much—but one day, a great structure was brought to this world from another. He used it to bring about peace—and now, there is no need for war in this land." ]

Huh... Where is it? Seems like it'd be a great tourist attraction, right?

[ "It was once in the city, but now. . ."

He points to the bright light on the snow-capped hill. ]

Huh...that sounds like a hike. There a bus up there or anything?

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- Nem?

Cross--hey. ...Are you real?

I think so?

I'm like... pretty sure. 80% sure.

[Reaching out to touch her...?]

[She is as solid and warm as anyone else.

Actually she pulls back a bit with surprise, since usually he is not as warm as anyone else,]

What're you--

A-ah. Sorry.

[Takes his hand back]

Just, like... seeing. Anyway, uh. Should we, like. Should we get moving, or...?

No, just--

[Pauses, grabs for his wrist--fingers at his pulse point. Just holds on for a number of beats.

Eventually:]

...You think this guy knows anything? Something about him feels familiar.

[oh]

[oh]

[Feels for his own pulse,]

...maybe? Guess we could ask.

[She is not sharing this wrist, sorry not-sorry]

Yeah. Pretty sure being friendly's your specialty, not mine, but I'll give it a shot.

Hey, you're plenty friendly.

[Nudges at her]

I'll see if I can get a name or something, though.

...he look familiar to you?

[Squints at this guy who really is not far enough away for this sort of scrutiny]

Almost...?

Well, maybe it'll come to me later. Lotsa people look the same, anyways. But if he really knows something, seems that'll be useful for figuring out how to win and get outta this place.

Yeah. Sooner the better.

[He hesitates]

...hey. Before this was it like... weird?

Before this, there was nothing. --A weird vision, but also--nothing.

...Was it like that for you?

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