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Kotton partakes in a local tradition only to reminisce with sorrow at the end of the evening

26th of Saun 723

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26 Saun, 723
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The dining table was set. Kotton had a plate placed in front of him and another on the floor for Imogen. In addition, he made sure an extra plate had been positioned across the table for the spirit he hoped would come.

Kotton had been caught off guard upon learning what the date was and what that meant for the locals of Scalvoris. Even though he had seen bulletins with posts announcing the tradition, his eyes had wandered, much like his mind, to other things. If it wasn’t insecurity about the way he spoke or his inability to hear, it was his deep, un-deterring fixation on the tasks he had given himself to complete. And this often made it difficult for him to recognise other, important factors. But he remembered now, already halfway through a fifth of tequila, that today was the annual day to consider setting an empty place at the dining table for which the dead could sit.

He wasn’t necessarily a superstitious man, but his unbreakable link to psychology and philosophy endowed him with a unique sense of acknowledging the various pockets of the unknown. It was commonplace for locals of Scalvoris to accept this annual tradition, regardless of their spirituality. And knowing Kotton, he did not want to offend; he didn’t want to oppose the beliefs of another. And maybe, even partially, he believed that the afterlife did offered some semblance of peace that necessitated affirmation and acceptance.

He knew his father wasn’t setting an empty place at his dining table tonight. His belief was monotheistic. Even propitiating a god or goddess outside his realm of belief was inconceivable. Knowing this, Kotton wondered what his father was doing right now- if he had remembered the meaning of the date of the cycle, if he cared, or if he was oblivious to it altogether.

Kotton on the other hand was a little worrisome of the consequential events that could unfold if he were not to partake in this tradition. He didn’t know if the immortals could read his mind or decipher his hidden intentions, if they could see through the facade he portrayed about believing in something simply for the sake of good fortune. But he knew that he had a solid and sound heart- he loved learning about and partaking in new rituals and customs. So far, he only believed in one pair of immortals and they had gifted him with their mark. If that wasn’t evidence enough of their existence, he didn’t know what was. He prayed to them every other day. But everything else? He wanted to believe in things, but he didn’t know how to. There was much he had yet to learn, so there were likely to be other immortals and religious belief systems he could follow, but for now, his heart was enraptured only by two.

He scoffed at his musings and looked down at his tabby cat. “What do you have to say about this?”

Imogen gave a hearty meow before licking the bottom of her right paw.

“Exactly.”

Going back to the whole “afraid to not believe for fear of repercussions so I might as well believe” notion, Kotton knew of the punishment that could occur if he did not set a place for the dead at his table. This spirit may stay all arc if neglected. Kotton didn’t want that; he already had enough hauntings in his mind to last him two lifetimes. So after decorating the dining table with napkins, silverware and a few candles, after setting down many pre-cooked meals (because he was a terrible cook), he twiddled his thumbs before gaining the courage to softly speak a dedication to Vri.

From the little that Kotton knew of him, and from what he had gathered eavesdropping via his ability to read lips, Vri was the immortal of death and sadness, but also of remembrance and love. Recalling these tidbits of information jostled a knot in his gut. With the way his brain was, and the morbid curiosity given to him since birth, he was astonished that he didn’t already know about Vri. He was even more astonished that he wasn’t actively worshipping him. And it wasn’t until just this afternoon that he had found out that Vri was currently alive and travelling alongside Pier and Pre- the goddesses he worshipped and had been blessed by. And now, on the bulletin board in his mind, he marked a section with a red tack and traced a long piece of string from the immortals of justice and equality, truth and deceit to Vri. He was most definitely going to learn more about this guy after tonight.

Kotton understood the path of life. After being greeted by the first impression of life- chaotic order- and for the first decade or so, he understood that a new fleshling grows, develops, and learns about both themselves and their environment. But there is a time when all that slows until eventually stopping completely. At this point life offers an unsophisticated decline. The once infant has stopped its developmental climb amidst the world, and whilst they might still learn new things, there is an invisible instilling of limitation. Death is merely an essential component to life. With every new creation comes destruction. With birth comes death, as is the cycle of life. Immortals, however, didn’t have the alleged “luxury” of this mortal wheel. They are exempt from experiencing the eventual nonexistence of what had once been an occupied space in time. What had been a moving piece in the grandiose scheme of things had become dirty and dusty, gradually resulting in an irreparable cog in the machine.

“Vri, if you can hear me, I apologise for my lack of awareness of your existence. I have met Pier and Pre, and they have blessed me with a wondrous ability. I now would like to introduce myself to you, for you have already made an impact in my life… simply from rumour,” he added last minute.

Kotton sat at the table, fingers interlaced, his elbows gently resting against the hard wooden surface. He was inseparably engaged with the empty plate in front of him, as though he were envisioning the immortal sitting right there in front of him, their hands gingerly extending toward the silverware.

Kotton expended a sign of complacency even if his imaginative thinking was merely wishful. He looked down at his empty plate- oh how clean it was! It was devoid of any stains, sauces, or disturbed remnants of disliked food. He straightened his posture and leant forward to grab the ladle associated with the mashed potatoes. He didn’t hold back on yielding a mountain of spuds onto his plate. He did the very same with the green beans. He also partook in a generous helping of the salad to his left.

After he had made his plate, he casually glanced down at his cat, Imogen. He offered her a spoonful of gravy to which she licked graciously. Kotton gave her a solemn smile before returning to his own meal. He began to dig in, feeling a mixture of emotions building up in his body. He was lonely. He was bored of feeling this intense loneliness and he was incredibly frustrated with himself and his inability at satiating those adverse emotions. He wanted them gone. Once and for all.

He pounded a fist on the table before peering through his bangs at the still vacant seat across him. He suddenly no longer felt the pangs of hunger.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he declared to no one in particular before scraping his chair back against the linoleum floor. He hated when his brain did this. It was always making a move against him, like it was his enemy. His jaw slackened from tense gritting. The edges of his mouth reflected his melancholy, sending themselves straight towards the floor. What had begun as a peaceful, celebratory night had turned into a sombre reminiscence of a piece of him he wished would just… disappear.

But was this an inconvenient coincidence? Vri was the immortal who represented sadness and remembrance, after all. Although, he wasn’t feeling a lot of the aforementioned love at the moment. Just a whole bunch of hate. Did he allow himself to be so vulnerable as to invite a sense of forlorning into his night? He shook his head, before reaching above so as to place his palm against the hallway wall in order to stabilise himself in case he were to fall.

Certain situations and events had an uncanny way of unearthing their despondent, hidden desires. Had the setting of the table provoked some residual pain, some deeply buried and supposedly long forgotten need that had never come true? Did the hypothetical conversation with an immortal he could not see spark some latent sense of belonging that had yet to be fulfilled?

His head began to throb as his mind and soul quickly became one, so as to sing truths worthy of deliberation. He honestly didn’t want to think tonight. He just wanted to stuff his mouth of comfort food and recognise a tradition that had the potential to inspire new curiosities. But instead, his thoughts trudged straight into hostile territory.

In order to calm and distract himself, he spoke aloud, “I understand you.” He was trying so hard to salvage that last glimmering piece of happiness before it was permanently snuffed out. “I understand more than you know about despair, love and recollection.”

He thumbed his temples, trying to massage out the knots that pulsed sparks of pain across his forehead. “I just don’t understand why. Why do I have to be subjected to these feelings? Is there some greater plan that I’m unaware of?”

Kotton’s eyes drooped; he felt utterly exhausted. His pessimism had quickly taken centre stage, the spotlight illuminating every corner and crevice of cynicism he had to offer. Yet, a feeble fluorescence illuminated his path. Down the hall. To the right. Toward his bedroom. Sleep had been the only impartial, genuine and nonjudgmental activity for him during the last few days. He made one last glance over his shoulder before calling it a night.

“Thank you for your company," he murmured with great despondence.
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Psychology: The Cycle of Life | Birth, Growth, Decay and Death
Psychology: Staying Open-Minded to the Potentiality of Other Religions
Psychology: When the Environment Sparks an Unfulfilled Need or Empty Memory
Etiquette: Setting the Dining Table for a Guest
Etiquette: Apologising to an Immortal for Your Ignorance
Etiquette: Excusing Yourself From a Meal
Scalvoris: Soul’s Meal | An Annual Tradition of Dedicating a Meal to Vri and the Dead
Vri: Immortal of Death and Sadness, but Also Remembrance and Love
Immortals: As Defined by the Name, Do Not Die


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Before Kotton turned to enter his bedroom, he chanced to glance at the room he'd come from, the dining area, where a woman bathed in radiantly contrasting light and darkness sat at the place he'd set for his Father. She beckoned to him. She wore a quite exquisite outfit, with a large headdress with all the regalia that one would expect to find on a royal personage, not some intruder to a random scholar's home. Her gown was gray and white, the hem of which caressed the legs of the chair she sat in, and Imogen was carefully getting her scent.

Should he address her as real, or acquiesce to her gestured summons, she'd speak to him, and he'd find it very easy to read her lips. "Going to sleep so soon?"

"I was hoping you'd stay and chat a bit with us." Anaza said. "I'm Anaza, Vri's Bride."

"I've heard a thing or two about you, from our mutual acquaintances, Pier and Pre." She smiled sadly, "They worry about you, you know, but neither can agree on what exactly to do about your current preoccupation with drink and distraction."

"So Vri decided I should pay a visit on his behalf, when he heard your call." The woman looked at him carefully, gauging his response. She didn't speak so long as his eyes weren't on her, but only spoke in a way he could understand and most importantly remember. "I found your words very revealing, and intriguing. I was wondering if I could have your attention for a moment, if you have the time and if you'd listen?"

She said this in politeness, as a mortal (somewhat, although Vri had granted her Immortality of a sort) who had entered uninvited to his home. She folded a hand on her lap, while the other reached to pet Imogen. Regardless, she waited for his answer.

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Kotton spun at the uncanny glow that appeared out of the corner of his eyes. It was imperative he inhale graciously after having gasped everything he held in his lungs. There was simply no way- was there? Immediately at the thought, he admonished himself. He was a worshipper, a believer. He wanted so desperately to be acknowledged and welcomed by the ethereal, immortal or not. And by the words that dripped from her lips in unsuspecting magnetism, Kotton was instantly nullified of all negative thought.

His eyes danced across the woman's appearance. She was adorned with her chapeau positioned immaculately atop her fair locks. Her dress scarcely billowed as if by some upward directed draft. The hem of her dress was of diaphanous fabric, throwing Kotton's trust in reality asunder. Her eyes were piercing, albeit perplexing, calling to a nature of metaphysical. She was gorgeous to say the least.

The young man had to find the wall beside him, just to make sure he was sturdy enough to stand without falling due to such a surprising sight. The corners of his mouth turned upward into an enormous grin. This was really happening. It was understandable that he felt his prayers might hold value worthy enough to be reputed by a superior being. However, at the same time, he grasped steadfastly to his ever ignited sense of hope. And now- yes- it was really happening.

"You- you-" he stuttered, not quite knowing which point of conversation to interact with. She was Vri's bride? She knew of Pier and Pre? Pier and Pre were worried about him? His cheeks flushed at the thought. He hated having anyone worry about him. The one piece to her words he latched onto with fleeting focus, was that she was here for discussion. With him? His confidence blossomed ten-fold. Normally a very humble, although self-conscious individual, his cheeks reddened further with pride. He coughed- he didn't want to come across as an arrogant egotistical man, though.

Kotton nodded his head a few too many times, blinking rapidly as he did. He wanted to make sure Anaza was still there if he closed them. Thankfully, she was.

He watched, flustered, as the beautiful woman set her hand upon his cat, Imogen. She stroked the feline delicately. Her fingers were long, and slender, possibly painted with a dark colour- but the ambience of the room made it difficult to tell for certain.

His overactive mind outspokenly made its introduction- what should he do? Should he bow? Was that too formal? Or was that not formal enough? He was a man who required himself to show every imaginable indication of respect.

"Piew and Pwe- do they- do they look down on me?" He recoiled internally. Was it polite to acknowledge an individual of such importance with a question? He bowed his head for a moment's time to recapture his composure.

Just breathe, silly boy, he chuckled to himself.

"I am pleased to make youw acquaintance," he said, finally finding comfort in Anaza's presence.
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Edited to include his speech impediment
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"Likewise." She said earnestly, with a smile to Kotton. "This was your father's place, was it not?" She asked carefully.

And his father, being a devotee to Vri, it might come as no shock that Vri had an interest in those few who held him close to their hearts. "Now, now." Anaza said teasingly but without mischief or ridicule. "Don't get too big a head out of it, but Pier and Pre do not give their mark out lightly, or often."

"So it's natural they keep watch over those who they do find worthy." Anaza looked to Imogen, breaking eye contact with Kotton for a few moments as she caressed the feline, "It's not your time to be judged, your life has hardly begun to run its course, my young friend."

"Yet, I have shared words with them, yes. And sometimes one or another of their followers comes up as a point of discussion." Anaza rolled her eyes, "How they like to banter back and forth, but having met them, you'd know how they do."

"But this visit isn't about them." Anaza said, looking up to face him. "I wanted to meet you, and tonight presented an opportunity to touch base. I do find your thoughts on my beloved's domains intriguing."

She reached a hand out, to take his. "I'd wondered, if you'd indulge me, by speaking what it means to you, and perhaps what it meant to your father?"

She waited, without expectation. In truth, Anaza was just as happy to share a moment with him as hear his words. "But then, a moment of silence to remember him is just as meaningful, if that is what you wish."

So she waited.



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The sweltering atmosphere that accompanied his concern waned. Kotton wiped his brow with the back of his hand, dispelling any imaginary (or not so much) beads of sweat that had formed there.

He didn’t quite understand why his first instinct was always one of guilt. If anyone were to take the time and present themselves in a royal manner, his reciprocating emotion was one of unease. It was as if he had done something important to warrant their attention but in the wrong way. And whenever his father or friends would begin their sentences with, ‘I have to talk to you’, Kotton’s stomach flipped, his heart fluttering up his throat. However, upon hearing Anaza’s comforting words, his shoulders relaxed, the wild racing of his heart lessening.

There was one thing that gnawed at the back of his mind. This beautiful lady had mentioned his father more than once. His relationship with his father had been brilliant when he was younger, nothing worth complaining about, but as of late, the connection between them had started to journey a rocky path. Some days it teetered toward the dangerous cliffside, whilst others drifted toward the peaceful meadows. After having spoken with him last, they both had left on pacifistic terms. Perhaps it was like all men to experience distance from their loved ones; emotions matured, decreased in strength and honed in on the freeing feeling of independence. Whilst Kotton had long since passed the age of puberty, and had been living on his own for a while now, his heartstrings were still bound with feathers and not steel. And everytime they were strummed, notes of infantile solace were sent up toward his brain. He was still greeted with a sombre welcome at the fact of never being able to return to what had once been.

Returning back to Anza’s questions, Kotton gave pause. His father wasn’t much of a pious man, at least not in the sense of multiple deities. He was monotheistic, believing in a singular entity, though the young man had never explored what or who that being was. Instead, he had attempted each and every time the topic was brought up to sway his father into alternative worship. Kotton had found connection in his cherished immortals all on his own. He wondered, hypothetically, if that was due to a result of nature and less nurture. Kotton purposefully deprioritized the involvement of his father and continued with his personal opinions.

He cleared his throat. “I stwongly believe that sadness is a symptom of intewwigence. Often the more someone knows, the more awawe they awe of the dawk truths and travesties of the wowld. The more they question that which they do not find wight. It is commonplace fow them to expewience a welationship with fwustration, and theweby depwession upon faiwure to wight the wrongs. But like with anything, without one could not exist the other; without sadness there would be no happiness. Evewything wequires an opposition.

“Life is a balance, with life weighing on one side and death on the othew. Again, thewe cannot be one without the diametwical side. I connect deepwy with the concept of justice and equality. Take the colouws black and white for example: one is the complete absence of light whilst the other holds too much. One must beaw the knowledge so the other can wemain ignowant and fwee.

Kotton hesitated. He was very good about making psychological themes in the moment- his mind simply trotted through the average garbage of everyday thought- but doubt crept in without a noise, forcing him to reflect on whether his words held any meaning or were simply garbled nonsense.

He shifted his feet and began subconsciously picking at the dead skin of his fingers. However, his eyes never left the woman in regal garb.

“To me, wemembwance of death is a fowm of acknowledgment, acceptance, in the natuwe of things. I have had many expewiences in my life where I have gwieved over the love I held fow past memories, those that have caused me gweat sowwow because I undewstand that they can occuw again. We develop, we grow, we matuwe. Our bodies, heawts, and minds twanscend the levels they were once at. That being said, a childish, innocent pewspective becomes infowmed of the twuths and lies, dawkness and light that comes with awaweness.

The young man stopped to catch his breath. For once he didn’t feel like he was rambling. Every limb of his body vibrated with delight. It felt surreal being able to speak his mind to someone who was willing to listen and understand him (or so he hoped).

“That’s what this all means to me.” He stretched out his arms and panned across the room, using the space as a hypothetical example for his true meaning. “I hope that answerw your question- sometimes I wamble- and I deawly appweciate your listening ear.”
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“Indeed. Innocence is defined by guilt, just as happiness by sorrow. My poor sweet Vri has oft gone astray by virtue of his domains, but now his heart is on the mend. Ever since my… well my return.” Anaza had a thoughtful look, pensive, as she considered what Kotton had said, and what she had. “Think of that, Immortals who are thought to never change, are now able to change, albeit slowly by virtue of the Forging that occurred in this little backwater of an Island...”

“No offense to Scalvoris. It’s importance belies its position on the map, and the resources it possesses, compared to other nations.” Anaza said, but then waved her hand, signalling that she had no desire to dwell on political matters.

She listened to his explanation of remembrance, and his impressions that arrived from there. There was a simple truth to Kotton’s reasoning, and it showed his depth of feeling and thoughtfulness that he could posit such philosophical notions as he was at the moment.

“I think Pier and Pre wished for me to meet you not because they’re concerned, apologies.” Anaza said, “I may have misjudged their intent. I think they believe you a candidate to explore a relationship with my beloved Vri.”

“I don’t mind a ramble. I wasn’t always that way, though. I was ever the impetuous one when the world was young, before I found Vri. Impatient with talk and ponderous conversation.” She smiled, “You remind me of Vri, he also enjoys a good, lingering search for meaning. I think, you would get along well.”

“Would you like to meet him? Before your appointed hour that is, not as one usually does.” Anaza chuckled darkly, realizing her mistake as it left her lips. “I mean as a potential friend, not as a client/passenger to the Beyond.”

Anaza looked out into the gloom outside the window, and nodded at nothing in particular. Then she turned her gaze back toward Kotton, “I must leave soon, but if you have any further questions of me, I will answer them now, Dear Kotton.”


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The Foraging, of course. How had that major detail slipped his mind? Still, the entire concept of change was bewildering, especially in regards to an immortal. Perfection had once been an appropriate adjective but did it still hold value?

Kotton’s shoulders fell with relief not once but twice. Hearing the agreement of Anaza’s point on the understanding of innocence being inline with guilt was one thing, but the very fact that Pier and Pre saw him not with rue but with potential gave a comfort incomparable to any other feelings of consolation. He was like a young kid wishing not to make his parents mad. He respected them, he kind of feared them even, and weighted their view of him with a heavy heart. Disregarding his need to please, he wanted to appear as a worthy subject, for he had been blessed as one, he needed to live up to the name as one all the same.

A breath of relief escaped his lips and shrunk his lungs. Anaza’s words were a blessing in disguise, but a disguise easily revealed to show opportunistic intentions. There was potential in him, it seemed. And the comparison of himself to an immortal was an infatuation that would loiter like the scent of a heavily potent flower. Oh the smell of nature excited him so.

Meeting Vri would mean the world to Kotton. Even the sordid slip up offered nothing more than a chuckle from himself. Dark humour was a companion of his, and whilst most didn’t get it, he was thankful that Anaza had an understanding of its importance.

“Yes,” Kotton announced, all too keen to be at the knee of an immortal of divine taste.

Intuition forefront and ready to pounce, Kotton acknowledged the subtle distraction to Anaza’s concentration. He did have many questions, but none were too pressing as to keep someone of such high esteem from performing whatever it was royalty… did.

He contemplated the process of death. How it happened, why it really needed to happen other than to balance the population. He wondered if it hurt, if it was peaceful, if there were those who desperately fought against it. He pondered the sorrow of loss and how it inevitably transmuted into acceptance. He also ruminated on the thoughts of himself and his personal experiences. If his blood-mother passed, would he be able to love her, accept her and remember her as someone of good nature or would he be delegated to view her as a selfish individual without a heart toward her own son?

The young man closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. He knew what he would choose if that situation arose and he was proud of it.

“I don’t have any mowe questions,” he nearly whispered with a delicate smile. “Thank you for taking the time to talk with me.”

He bowed his head in respect and hoped he would meet Vri another time.
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Kotton is an interesting character for sure. I had fun having a somewhat phiilosophical convo with him and Anaza. He really excels at that, and is a very thoughtful character. I enjoyed moderating him, and hope to have the chance to do so again.

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Knowledges

  • Psychology: The Cycle of Life | Birth, Growth, Decay and Death
  • Psychology: Staying Open-Minded to the Potentiality of Other Religions
  • Psychology: When the Environment Sparks an Unfulfilled Need or Empty Memory
  • Etiquette: Setting the Dining Table for a Guest
  • Etiquette: Apologising to an Immortal for Your Ignorance
  • Etiquette: Excusing Yourself From a Meal
  • Non-skill: Tradition: Scalvoris: Soul’s Meal | An Annual Tradition of Dedicating a Meal to Vri and the Dead
  • Non-skill: Vri: Immortal of Death and Sadness, but Also Remembrance and Love
  • Non-skill: Immortals: As Defined by the Name, Do Not Die
  • Discipline: Maintaining composure in the presence of a near divine person.
  • Socialization: Holding one's own in conversation with a Champion of the Immortals.

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  • So before Anaza leaves for good, she offers Kotton a chance to meet Vri, on the 92nd of Zi'da on the Arc's End. His task will be to gather some memorabiilia of the past year, for the purposes of creating a time capsule (as per Scalv tradition). Vri will visit him then, and perhaps help, or observe.

    Please pm Pig Boy when you've gotten the thread wirtten, if you wish to pursue this chance to meet Vri.
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