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towerofanimus2012-05-19 10:16 pm
butterflyguardian) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-19 10:16 pm
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Characters: Philemon, Nyarlathotep, and everyone else
Setting: The library
Format: Starting with prose, maybe match...?
Summary: The Collective Unconscious Twins are out and about. Go andpunch them say hello!
Warnings: I did mention Nyarlathotep! Mindfuckery ahoy, probably.
It was midday in the Tower, and in the Library there's two of the new arrivals making themselves at home. Except these two aren't the usual kind of arrival... Different as night and day, dark and light, chaos and order. Certainly not human. The power radiating from the two of them can be felt even by those with little psychic sensitivity. One radiates malevolent intent, the other a calming presence.
Philemon, the man with the butterfly mask, seems to be looking through a book dedicated to famous works of art. "...So you see, it is even more proof of humanity's potential."
"If by which you mean their potential to fail, then yes, I wholeheartedly agree. What we've seen is a testament to humanity's flaws, actually." Nyarlathotep speaks with folded hands, wearing a smirk that seemed to always be sneering at whoever he addressed. "Much of the world's early masterpieces were hardly drawn out of spontaneity. You seem to forget that most were commissioned by patrons. Artists hardly had the means or luxury to create for themselves without that funding. Humans have and always will be slaves to each other, bound and limited by arbitrary rules. Even their 'creative spirit' is proof of that."
Philemon, despite his "brother's" harsh words, is still smiling as he admires the work put into the Mona Lisa. "Once true. No longer. Besides, many truths were hidden within the early pieces."
"Indeed, and I have one too. Take a look at the background. It's the Arno River of Pisa. The artist that you admired attempted to steal that river with his inventions at the request of a certain politician. Had it succeeded, many in Pisa would needless to say have been very inconvenienced. The piece you're admiring is latent with obsession over a lost attempt at destruction."
"Yet the focal point is a beautiful woman with a smile like no other." Philemon set the book aside and continued the knowing smile of his own. "Humans create art because there is beauty in the physical world. Beauty that they wish to share with others who cannot see it for themselves. Many even create pieces from their own dreams, sharing a part of themselves with their fellow human beings. Those who cannot find joy in such things are few and far between, Nyarlathotep."
...This is clearly the most normal thing in the world to stumble into, yup.
Setting: The library
Format: Starting with prose, maybe match...?
Summary: The Collective Unconscious Twins are out and about. Go and
Warnings: I did mention Nyarlathotep! Mindfuckery ahoy, probably.
It was midday in the Tower, and in the Library there's two of the new arrivals making themselves at home. Except these two aren't the usual kind of arrival... Different as night and day, dark and light, chaos and order. Certainly not human. The power radiating from the two of them can be felt even by those with little psychic sensitivity. One radiates malevolent intent, the other a calming presence.
Philemon, the man with the butterfly mask, seems to be looking through a book dedicated to famous works of art. "...So you see, it is even more proof of humanity's potential."
"If by which you mean their potential to fail, then yes, I wholeheartedly agree. What we've seen is a testament to humanity's flaws, actually." Nyarlathotep speaks with folded hands, wearing a smirk that seemed to always be sneering at whoever he addressed. "Much of the world's early masterpieces were hardly drawn out of spontaneity. You seem to forget that most were commissioned by patrons. Artists hardly had the means or luxury to create for themselves without that funding. Humans have and always will be slaves to each other, bound and limited by arbitrary rules. Even their 'creative spirit' is proof of that."
Philemon, despite his "brother's" harsh words, is still smiling as he admires the work put into the Mona Lisa. "Once true. No longer. Besides, many truths were hidden within the early pieces."
"Indeed, and I have one too. Take a look at the background. It's the Arno River of Pisa. The artist that you admired attempted to steal that river with his inventions at the request of a certain politician. Had it succeeded, many in Pisa would needless to say have been very inconvenienced. The piece you're admiring is latent with obsession over a lost attempt at destruction."
"Yet the focal point is a beautiful woman with a smile like no other." Philemon set the book aside and continued the knowing smile of his own. "Humans create art because there is beauty in the physical world. Beauty that they wish to share with others who cannot see it for themselves. Many even create pieces from their own dreams, sharing a part of themselves with their fellow human beings. Those who cannot find joy in such things are few and far between, Nyarlathotep."
...This is clearly the most normal thing in the world to stumble into, yup.
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"S-Sorry. I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to...eavesdropping. Th-That was rude. Sorry."