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"It Takes Time" by Glen Phillips
(Dune's Theme)
The water's getting deeper and I can't feel my feet
I keep on bailing buckets, but it flows right back to me
And everything is put away, the children are asleep
But the water's getting deeper, and I can't feel my feet
How am I gonna make time?
Oh, this is gonna take time...
How am I gonna make time ?
Everything looks different, colors all seem strange
And light comes down in shafts, here underneath the waves
And everything is in its place and the children are asleep
But the water's getting deeper, and I can't feel my feet
I am provider, but Providence has been swayed
And by design nothing is ever the same
I thought that time had only one way to go
I learned how to swim, but not to breathe underwater
I can't feel my feet
I can't feel my feet
Argus felt the ship shudder as the bowl engines started up, and the Ragnarok proceeded to dock in Navale Silanvarus. He pulled on his boots nervously, and strapped Amos in it's ornate scabbard to the baldric over his shoulder. His toes throbbed with pain from the injury that Amos had dealt him accidentally, but he gritted his teeth and forced his face into a shaky smile, before taking a look at himself in the mirror.
Iavin meant a lot to Argus. He owed the king his life, just as he owed Anna and Eustace. It was because of Iavin that he had money, that he had food and clothes - it was because of Iavin that he met Dune. The king had taught him nearly everything he now knows about diplomacy, weapons, swordplay, Soilcraft, navigation, culture, and love. Though Iavin had been Argus's friend for some eighteen years, now, he still preened himself in the mirror, trying to look his best - like a proper Silanvarian.
Not that he did - he wasn't from Silanvar to begin with - but he wore all the proper trappings. His huge build and broad shoulders, masculine hips (most Silanvari, even the men, have wider hips than most races), down to his large feet - and the smaller details - his lack of eyebrows, his green eyes, and his cybernetics all betrayed his status as an outsider. Argus was put out a bit by this fact...And for a moment, he wondered why Iavin accepted him as he did.
But that was quickly shut out of his mind...Iavin had never denied anyone help who needed it. The king meant love itself to Argus...The purest, most beautiful and simple kind. Romantics are too complex, family is forced; Iavin was not a lover (that in itself seemed odd to Argus), or a brother. He was Iavin.
"ARGUS!" Dune bellowed from above, "Get yer arse back up here!"
"Yes ma'am!" He shouted in return. Well, that broke him out of his reverie pretty quickly. Good thing, too.
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When he arrived on deck, he was treated to a sight of the breathtakingly beautiful Navale Silanvarus airship port. There, waiting for him, was the gem set in the golden band - King Iavin Lambert of Silanvar - his friend, his confidante, his teacher. His goldenrod cape stirred in the light breeze, and his eyes were half open as if he was shielding them from the noise that the Ragnarok's engines gave off. There, in all his splendour, was the King of Silanvar. The Sustan Star shone off of his silver gorget and girdle, and they shone like diamonds in the sun. Iavin used his right hand as a visor from the blinding glare of the Sustan Star, and stared up at the Ragnarok.
Dune eased the ship down into port and extended the plank down to meet with the dock. Almost instantly, Argus flew down the plank, before realizing that his injured foot was...Well..Not coming with him. He tripped, of course, on his own foot, and fell the rest of the way down. What an entrance. Argus, you astound me. He thought to himself, feeling his face flush with color.
"Argus!" Iavin's footsteps fell lightly on the dock as he ran to help the fallen cyborg. "Fantastic, I give it an 8.5!" He knelt down to Argus's side and offered his hand and arm. "You try too hard, my boy, work on the approach next time." Iavin's grin spread across his face.
"Hail, king Iavin! I'd kneel, but I'm sure yeh can see I'm in a bit of a bad position here." He clasped Iavin's hand and was soon on his feet. "All the pirate fightin's made me a bit lame, I'm sure yeh can see that?"
Iavin laughed, wrapping his arms around Argus and embracing him tightly. Argus returned the embrace with a great bear hug, lifting Iavin off the ground, and finished it off by mussing his hair. (Obviously, this man was not a king in the "western" sense - putHenry XIV in that position, and he'd have you beheaded.) At this time, Dune descended (without falling) from her perch atop the Ragnarok, and stood behind Argus.
"Sister Maelstrom," He bowed to Dune, before embracing her as well. "Always a pleasure. It's good to see you've both arrived safely!"
"It's good to be here, sir." Dune beamed a smile at Iavin, the man who had called her 'sister' since she arrived, ten years ago. Originally, it was a venerable title - much as holy women are called 'sister' - to the Silanvari, Dune arrived from the stars much as the Astrum Vorago did. It still holds it's purpose, but as their comeradeship came to fruition, they became like siblings unto eachother.
"Off to the Basilica? The Grandmaster Smith also awaits your arrival."
"O'course." Argus said cheerfully, now on his feet. "I look forward a'seein' the Basilica again, and o'course seein' the Smithy is a blessing in itself."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dune added. "Let's go!"
OOC!
I've noticed that the music I'm listening to REALLY affects how I write. For instance, the songs that affected this entry are (in order):
-It Takes Time - Glen Phillips
-The Burning Heart - Hannibal soundtrack
-Me and My Arrow - Harry Nilsson
-I'm Still here - Johnny Rzeznik
-The Windmills of Your Mind - Michel Legrand/Noel Harrison
-Life in Mono - Mono
-Think About Your Troubles - Harry Nilsson
-She's Electric - Oasis
-Wish you Were here - Pink Floyd
-Waterwings - The Pins
-Step on it, Go! - Portable
-Knives Out - Radiohead
Anyway. Just thought I'd say that. I dunno why. It just seemed interesting to me.
(Dune's Theme)
The water's getting deeper and I can't feel my feet
I keep on bailing buckets, but it flows right back to me
And everything is put away, the children are asleep
But the water's getting deeper, and I can't feel my feet
How am I gonna make time?
Oh, this is gonna take time...
How am I gonna make time ?
Everything looks different, colors all seem strange
And light comes down in shafts, here underneath the waves
And everything is in its place and the children are asleep
But the water's getting deeper, and I can't feel my feet
I am provider, but Providence has been swayed
And by design nothing is ever the same
I thought that time had only one way to go
I learned how to swim, but not to breathe underwater
I can't feel my feet
I can't feel my feet
Argus felt the ship shudder as the bowl engines started up, and the Ragnarok proceeded to dock in Navale Silanvarus. He pulled on his boots nervously, and strapped Amos in it's ornate scabbard to the baldric over his shoulder. His toes throbbed with pain from the injury that Amos had dealt him accidentally, but he gritted his teeth and forced his face into a shaky smile, before taking a look at himself in the mirror.
Iavin meant a lot to Argus. He owed the king his life, just as he owed Anna and Eustace. It was because of Iavin that he had money, that he had food and clothes - it was because of Iavin that he met Dune. The king had taught him nearly everything he now knows about diplomacy, weapons, swordplay, Soilcraft, navigation, culture, and love. Though Iavin had been Argus's friend for some eighteen years, now, he still preened himself in the mirror, trying to look his best - like a proper Silanvarian.
Not that he did - he wasn't from Silanvar to begin with - but he wore all the proper trappings. His huge build and broad shoulders, masculine hips (most Silanvari, even the men, have wider hips than most races), down to his large feet - and the smaller details - his lack of eyebrows, his green eyes, and his cybernetics all betrayed his status as an outsider. Argus was put out a bit by this fact...And for a moment, he wondered why Iavin accepted him as he did.
But that was quickly shut out of his mind...Iavin had never denied anyone help who needed it. The king meant love itself to Argus...The purest, most beautiful and simple kind. Romantics are too complex, family is forced; Iavin was not a lover (that in itself seemed odd to Argus), or a brother. He was Iavin.
"ARGUS!" Dune bellowed from above, "Get yer arse back up here!"
"Yes ma'am!" He shouted in return. Well, that broke him out of his reverie pretty quickly. Good thing, too.
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When he arrived on deck, he was treated to a sight of the breathtakingly beautiful Navale Silanvarus airship port. There, waiting for him, was the gem set in the golden band - King Iavin Lambert of Silanvar - his friend, his confidante, his teacher. His goldenrod cape stirred in the light breeze, and his eyes were half open as if he was shielding them from the noise that the Ragnarok's engines gave off. There, in all his splendour, was the King of Silanvar. The Sustan Star shone off of his silver gorget and girdle, and they shone like diamonds in the sun. Iavin used his right hand as a visor from the blinding glare of the Sustan Star, and stared up at the Ragnarok.
Dune eased the ship down into port and extended the plank down to meet with the dock. Almost instantly, Argus flew down the plank, before realizing that his injured foot was...Well..Not coming with him. He tripped, of course, on his own foot, and fell the rest of the way down. What an entrance. Argus, you astound me. He thought to himself, feeling his face flush with color.
"Argus!" Iavin's footsteps fell lightly on the dock as he ran to help the fallen cyborg. "Fantastic, I give it an 8.5!" He knelt down to Argus's side and offered his hand and arm. "You try too hard, my boy, work on the approach next time." Iavin's grin spread across his face.
"Hail, king Iavin! I'd kneel, but I'm sure yeh can see I'm in a bit of a bad position here." He clasped Iavin's hand and was soon on his feet. "All the pirate fightin's made me a bit lame, I'm sure yeh can see that?"
Iavin laughed, wrapping his arms around Argus and embracing him tightly. Argus returned the embrace with a great bear hug, lifting Iavin off the ground, and finished it off by mussing his hair. (Obviously, this man was not a king in the "western" sense - putHenry XIV in that position, and he'd have you beheaded.) At this time, Dune descended (without falling) from her perch atop the Ragnarok, and stood behind Argus.
"Sister Maelstrom," He bowed to Dune, before embracing her as well. "Always a pleasure. It's good to see you've both arrived safely!"
"It's good to be here, sir." Dune beamed a smile at Iavin, the man who had called her 'sister' since she arrived, ten years ago. Originally, it was a venerable title - much as holy women are called 'sister' - to the Silanvari, Dune arrived from the stars much as the Astrum Vorago did. It still holds it's purpose, but as their comeradeship came to fruition, they became like siblings unto eachother.
"Off to the Basilica? The Grandmaster Smith also awaits your arrival."
"O'course." Argus said cheerfully, now on his feet. "I look forward a'seein' the Basilica again, and o'course seein' the Smithy is a blessing in itself."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dune added. "Let's go!"
OOC!
I've noticed that the music I'm listening to REALLY affects how I write. For instance, the songs that affected this entry are (in order):
-It Takes Time - Glen Phillips
-The Burning Heart - Hannibal soundtrack
-Me and My Arrow - Harry Nilsson
-I'm Still here - Johnny Rzeznik
-The Windmills of Your Mind - Michel Legrand/Noel Harrison
-Life in Mono - Mono
-Think About Your Troubles - Harry Nilsson
-She's Electric - Oasis
-Wish you Were here - Pink Floyd
-Waterwings - The Pins
-Step on it, Go! - Portable
-Knives Out - Radiohead
Anyway. Just thought I'd say that. I dunno why. It just seemed interesting to me.