UN: ScielCandide | Video

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[The camera is fixed on a table, upon which sits a neat stack of cards –– black with gold foil in the shape of a sun and moon bisecting each other. The user’s hands pass over the deck and spreads it wide into an arc. Her hands are tanned, with two rings on her ring finger and one on her index finger, and she has so many colourful braided bracelets that some wind around her palm.

Her voice is pleasant, playful, French, a little theatrical:]

Bonsoir, mes amies!

Tonight and tonight only, I will tell your fortune with a single card. Tell me your name, and if you would like to hear about love, money, health or the soul.

If it moves you, you must repay me with an amusing anecdote about yourself.

Ready to play?

Comments

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Friend, arranging your whole life around one person and what pleases them will only leave you hurting. You must have other relationships and experiences outside of him, so that you can stand on your own with as much strength as you stand by him.

It would even be good for him –– would he not value your insight if you had experience with something he had never known or seen for himself?

[quibblingfunctionary]

[I promise he is not willfully misunderstanding you.]

A battle is not something concerning to me; I can fight well enough on my own, just as he can. Both our strengths are great; I would say they are the best in all of Valisthea, save perhaps one.

And my aches, should I have them, are minor and ones I will bear willingly.

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[Good thing she has infinite patience.]

And if neither of you could ever battle again? Where would that leave you?

[quibblingfunctionary]

Dead and gone—our purposes served. We shall become one with the Almighty and shepherd humanity to paradise. Everything we do is in service to this goal, even in this gaol.

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And if you’re unable to battle any longer, but Death still hasn’t claimed you?

[quibblingfunctionary]

[his voice is quiet, thoughtful.]

...It has happened once, with Bahamut...

[Wouldn't that still mean he dead if Odin is taken? His Majesty might live on, but the chances of Sleipnir doing so are not high in the slightest.

At his usual volume:]

I do not think it possible. Our mission hinges on what will result in my death.

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[Oh?]

And what is your mission?

[quibblingfunctionary]

[He is quiet a moment, weighing how specific to be. Sleipnir already mentioned shepherding humanity, but that is over-arching.]

We are meant to prepare the vessel, to make him presentable, for the coming of God. The vessel will need the power of Odin for this and I am intrinsically linking to Odin.

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And your master’s death, too?

[quibblingfunctionary]

[He is quiet a moment, hesitating.]

...It will likely be the case; few Dominants have survived. Even if he does live—I will not be so lucky.

...So you see? There will not come a time when I am not fighting for my mission until I am dead.

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[The silence is delicate, and though Sciel has no earthly idea what it all means, it’s obvious that it’s very stressful to this fellow. Her voice softens a little, too.]

I’d like to understand a little better what these things are, if you ever have the time, but in the meantime –– this sounds like a very big thing to occupy so much of your mind and energies. What do you do when you have to wait, or there’s nothing you can do for your mission in the immediate moment?

[quibblingfunctionary]

If we find time in the future I would not mind speaking with you again—although I cannot guarantee I will be able to answer everything.

Back in Valisthea? I am Lord Commander of His Majesty's armies— there are many things to busy myself with in such a position. Here in Etraya...? Hm. Between missions I have never had this much free time granted to me in my entire life. I hardly know what to do with myself outside of sparring.