Post by Wit on Jan 9, 2015 12:39:41 GMT -8
WIt blinked a few times, remembering back to the recent hours, distracted from the world while at the same time his mind on the world itself. His mind echoing with what has been, what will be and what he has seen without eyes; The threads expand into highways of spiders spinning webs, and those cobwebs are shrouded in ice and rot, the whole of Seattle stretches out from Wit, a blackened, shattered husk through the looking glass. Vision is fractured, and movement flips between the real, the bright gleam of crystal webs and the marred black surface of a pitted urban landscape. It is clear to him as it is hazy as he thinks back. Wit rubbed his hands together and the along his arms, hoping to lower the goose bumps of the preternatural cold he has felt so recently. His hair still standing will of energy, his body responding in ways that had hardly been its default since the embrace…
He loaded up his tablet sitting in the corner of one of the many coffee that offered its throng of nameless patrons wifi for the purchase of a drink. In life he had spent very little time in places like this, preferring bars and the frat house, these days however were so very different. His recent past feeling far more real the before time. His pondering of the story that was his mortal life distracting him for a short time that he was startled as his tablet let him know that there was a message waiting for him with a large chiming.
Startled he first turned down his volume then went to checking in to see what it was his inbox had for him. A spam item was quickly discounted and then he saw the important one waiting him. Wit opened it, reading each word carefully and full of trepidation. As he finished he was not sure if the time before or after the letter would be worse, it had to mean something… But it also had its benefits. Part of his mind lost in thought, his fingers began typing diligently.
A few drafts and revisions later he was ready to send it. He also sent a quick communication to Echo, but that was a minor distraction between revisions, something Wit was so glad for in indirect communication the ability to edit and revise that was not part of verbal conversation. Not that it was a big deal amongst those that the Kindred found to be of little to minor importance, or mortals, unless they got loud, but that's a far … Wit shook his head clearing it, giving his return message, the third he would have sent the same way this week, this far shorter than the others. A quick motion and the message went off, a red “!” showing its importance….
The frost had left his breath by now, but he could still feel it in memory as he thought to other things. To weights not gone but moved. And what he must do… He logged into his active accounts, email, voip and other sundries and began deactivating them, a little while later he got up walking out finding a new place to be, but only after stopping by a store and picking up a new tablet, best to start fresh after all. Who knew what else this might bring… but really who else could he ask, who else would he want to ask.
Why did people get so close to the millers wheel? The gears that turned it could be track for a bit but eventually lost to the endless… the gears, Wit had lost some track of them, even as he was following their tracks through the world. It was one thing to know their works, another to know them, but who really knew them if even they could see… but distracted once more Wit tried to resolve one thought before perhaps moving on to the next.
The gears that turned the wheel of politics and court ground that which got caught within to dust. There were those that gleamed so brilliantly as to be diamonds, and when caught within the machine they would be rendered into dust. Wit knew this, he had been caught in part before by something far smaller than the mill that was Seattle's court… Wit also knew he was hardly a diamond, far more but a worthless pebble from a stream. The courts of Seattle… Even the thought of them caused his anxiety to rise. He paused a moment, taking his new tablet into the next nearest coffee shop to begin creating new profiles, not that it took very long but it took less time still for his mind to begin to wander once more…
“Sure… I have learned some from them, more than just to dread their power, but that hasn’t changed either.” Wit couldn't help but offer the air between himself and the screen before him. “I don't see why they... they get so close, even the strongest diamonds seem to become dust in these places as the gears turn time onwards. Then you have stones, and branches that had no where the strength of diamonds, and we too find ourselves drawn in to become dirt amid the dust…”
He shook his head as he continued to work “But those gears, there has to be more. Gears don't work without motors, or at least something. And that's if its all one machine, of course then one has to think about what powers that motor, is it other machines? does that separate them or connect them? If there connected, what is choice, but there is choice or else what are we.”
Blinking a few times Wit realized he had gotten distracted again. That was perhaps a trend of court, he was too busy being afraid to be as distracted as his mind would otherwise want him. “Afraid…” No, that was not the right word, not at all. He was terrified of it, the only thing that kept it in any level of function was the greater fear he had of the Prince of failing the prince. Even learning as he had from the prince, from others he could not help but feel a dread that went way past fear. Fear he had for the Vortex around the library, or people yelling at him. “But they are not the same at all, nothing like those predators looking on waiting to pounce and des…” Wit looked around, he must have been talking again because… everyone was looking….
Wit knew it was time to move on, as he felt his fear rising. Adding to the anxiety he already felt at court, the worry he felt about the relief of earlier… He didn't even know where to begin next. Wit wanted to dig deeper into the library, or the Nightingale Lights, or… who knows what else that he kept being so distracted from, but he had to move on. For now perhaps there would be more time for other things down the road… Which was just what he was doing, going down the road, it and its pitted urban features that connected things….
It created a flow that al followed, not really realizing it directed their course as much as their destination did. He looked on, seeing what might be, might have been and might yet be, distracted once more as he walked. He tried to see the gears, hear the lights, see what sounds might be around as he moved but it all just taunted him to his senses as it engaged his mind, perhaps he would find more down one of these side streets... It was so close to an edge, and he didn't want to fall from it, or be cut by it as he walked this close to the edge of what was real.