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nexus_sages2015-10-27 11:20 am
westfallcorndog) wrote in nexus_sages2015-10-27 11:20 am
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Build A Better You
A lovely fall day (but aren’t they all, in their own way?) finds plaid-shirted Harrowheart on a bench in the Parklands. His legs sprawl out in front of him, his arms loop around the back of the bench, and his hands – detached and floating magically just above his lap – are laced at the fingers, anchored together in the air. Despite the space he perhaps rudely takes up, he’s mindfully left room next to himself for at least one other person should they decide to join him. He’s noticed in the Nexus that when people talk, other people have a tendency to arrive, and so he pays no mind to how many or how few people are around.
“It’s Hallow’s End where I come from,” he says. “It’s a Fall festival. Used to be about the harvest, and I’m from a farmin’ land, so that was always good for me... But now it’s about a little more. During Hallow’s End some folks on my world freed themselves from an evil king who held ‘em under a spell that made ‘em lose control of their minds. Now folks all over my world celebrate Hallow’s End as a time to reflect on who they are, who they want to be, and where they came from. We think about what’s holdin’ us back in the present from achievin’ our dreams. We remember times when we weren’t allowed to be ourselves and say goodbye to grudges from our past so we can move on and be free from negativity. Guess you could say it’s a holiday about tearin’ yourself down and buildin’ yourself back up a little better.”
He shrugs, and with a welcoming smile asks, “So? What’s somethin’ you once needed or still need to free yourself from so you can live the life you want?"
“It’s Hallow’s End where I come from,” he says. “It’s a Fall festival. Used to be about the harvest, and I’m from a farmin’ land, so that was always good for me... But now it’s about a little more. During Hallow’s End some folks on my world freed themselves from an evil king who held ‘em under a spell that made ‘em lose control of their minds. Now folks all over my world celebrate Hallow’s End as a time to reflect on who they are, who they want to be, and where they came from. We think about what’s holdin’ us back in the present from achievin’ our dreams. We remember times when we weren’t allowed to be ourselves and say goodbye to grudges from our past so we can move on and be free from negativity. Guess you could say it’s a holiday about tearin’ yourself down and buildin’ yourself back up a little better.”
He shrugs, and with a welcoming smile asks, “So? What’s somethin’ you once needed or still need to free yourself from so you can live the life you want?"
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He looks out over the park once more, scanning the trees as if they might reveal some insight into the conversation. With his eyes on the branches he says to Steve, "I met another guy who said the word 'America.' He said 'North America.' I get the feelin' he's not from your United States of America if his is all split up directionally, but maybe you'd like to meet him? Who knows. Maybe your America-worlds got somethin' in common? Might be the closest thing to bein' home for a guy like you."
His gaze shifts slightly, just enough to watch Steve's reaction.
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"I'd be happy to meet a friend of yours." He grins Harrowheart's way."
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"You're the only one I've seen that...well.." He gives a sort of 'you know' look. "Er, i'll..try to be polite? If he smalls like rotting meat or sickness though...I don't react too well. I...don't want to smell my Ma passing away again." Not even because it's gross.
He just doesn't want that visceral reminder.
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He looks down at his knees and frowns. "I can't even imagine what that's like. I never lost anyone as close as a parent. No idea what I'm gonna do when she gets older and I don't. Not really all it's cracked up to be, potentially livin' forever."
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"He doesn't smell. Jesse, that's the guy's name. He doesn't smell at all. But his eyes're cloudy... Skin's real green... And he ain't got a nose. He's real friendly, though! Makes jokes left and right. I get a country vibe from him. Wears a big red duster and a hat to match. Smokes, too. Shoot, I do too, usually, but I won't around you. Bet he'd quit it around you if ya coughed real sad-like."
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Steve's tougher than he looks. Okay that bar is set pretty low, but still.
"I'm glad you met a friend Harrow."
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