16th Unseen

[unseenprince]

video | open to action...sort ofIn the middle of a bright summer sunshiny spot in Xanadu, surrounded by flowers and a ring of trees is a statue made of ivory cream stone. The figure is a long haired man resting on his knees. If anyone looks closely they might see evidence of an entry wound and an exit wound carved onto his torso. Still, he hears

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[valentineluke]

If only you had saved the effort and kept to the tree-top bakery instead.

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[unseenprince]

[Look Luke Valentine, if he could do anything about it now he would, but he can't so...so...there. Sob.]

even sat me down, warned me just how they fall

[shiningdown]

Not all creatures are made equal and no life is fair in every being's eyes. There will always be the one or the dozen or the hundred that rail against what exists around them. For some, it is because the thing already in existence is unjust--to them--and for others it is a fight to protect that same thing, because they see it as everything right with the world. For all a man's flaws, or an elf's, or a star's, there are always reasons behind the actions they take and no less for any of them based on what they are though perhaps fractionally in respect to who they are. This has always been the way

even sat me down, warned me just how they fall

[unseenprince]

He cannot see. He cannot hear. He cannot speak. For all intents and purposes, Prince Nuada's form is a corpse left without the ability to rot, without being able to turn to dust, return to the earth he professes to love, unless he is broken. Fortunately for Nuada no one has chosen a path to cruelty. What he would have prescribed were someone else in his state is now a non-issue. He is a statue, a soundless thing, but at least he is whole. When Yvaine nears he offers no reaction or even a sense of awareness. He can't. It would be wrong to assume that he is a prisoner in this state because he's not that either. He senses nothing and therefore cannot sense the company who joins him. When all this is over he may not ever know she was there the same way he may never know who laid the flower at his knees, if it's still there later on. But he is company, it is a remnant of who he was, a trace that he did exist in this world. Not every person is afforded that luxury.

[backseatangel]

[Hmmmm... I was a centimeter off my intended stab site. I need to train more.]

[unseenprince]

[Oh no you didn't. Not that there's anything he can do about it sigh. Will there be an Anna wuz here on the horizon?]

[backseatangel]

[He's dead, its unnecessary to belabor the point. Besides, she's sure Dean has something in mind.]

[unseenprince]

[...Anything but Dean.]

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[sword_boy]

[Tsurugi seems utterly amused by this recent development, that he decides to leave for the new Nuada Statue]

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[sword_boy]

[Tsurugi arrives with a small cache of tools and some supplies, he starts working quickly around Nuada. In his wake, he leaves something looking like a birdbath... possibly made out of the pieces of one of the Golden soldiers]

There! Something good will come out of this statue now...

[action]

[unseenprince]

[I-i-insult to injury...Tsurugi, how could you?

But the birds probably appreciate this sob.]

[action]

[sword_boy]

[Because he can! It's the perfect use for a statue-fied Nuada in Tsurugi's mind, especially after what Nuada did! The Species-ist is now a hotspot for all species! Now, just how can we improve this situation further? Fountain anyone?]

[worksmart]

[It's some time after the transmission hit the network before Chase makes it to the clearing himself, in fact dusk will be catching up with the treetops soon and he wonders if he should have come when the day was brighter. He's not planning on staying long, although he pauses for what feels like an interminable moment in front of the statue, waiting for some shock of movement on its part.

Finally he crouches, laying a hand on a sculpted stone shoulder, and turns his attention first to the finely etched wound, and then to the elf's expression. Stone eyes won't read anything in his own face, lip bitten down, and even if they could try it would be hard to glimpse pity behind distant blue.]

[unseenprince]

[There is no movement on his end and there won't be for some time.

But pity? Pity? If there's one sentiment he won't stand for it's pity for himself because he doesn't regret what he did. He doesn't regret why he did it. He doesn't regret anything at all save for the fact that he failed. It's only a shame the elf had no chance to make this clear before coming to this state. Perhaps it would have been his chance for better clarity. Perhaps that is the real pity here.]