Talk, talk, TALKING - RPLOG
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Date
5/9/477
Log
The Willow Grove was abuzz with activity, numerous beings of all shapes, sizes, and dress moving back and forth as they engage in discussion. Near the middle of the grove, it seems a medium sized sandbit has been brought it, allowing a few beings to wrestle while they debate? A curious act, but one would suppose Philosophers part of the more curious beings life has to offer.
West of the sand pit, sits a banquet of foreign food, most seeming to have been brought in from Thera'dor, with a few other sample platters for folks of varying tastes. No plates, no utensils have been offered, and any being trying to eat from it appears forced to use their 'natural' ways to try and gather their food for consumption!
North of the ring, sits a small bronze podium, which various beings seem to be taking turns to stand on, before speaking to groups that gather around them in ernest discussion. It's currently occuptied by a chubby clever clan mole, whom seems to be grinning as he speaks. "Ah! But I do ask, for we view life the pursuit of goals, what does life become if we remove our goals? Do we become stagnant, or do we invent new goals ourselves? Perhaps we pursue a goal, of finding worthy goals?"
Given the rain, Cassidy had opted not to fly today. Wandering through to the lake, the dress-y fennec approaches at a steady pace with a black umbrella held over her head. The tails of her red coat trail behind her as she reaches up to adjust the porcelain mask and gives a thoughtful hum. She always did enjoy philosophical debate! So she approaches the podium, intent on listening.
How could one debate on an empty stomach? Or even debate for that matter. Taking his own philosohpy to heart, a rather scarred up lion ignores the other festivites and makes a sprint towards the myriad of delicious food just waiting to be consumed by the hungry individual. "Ooooh, what a lucky day to be a... philosopher. Yea! That's uhh... My side job o' somethin'," Dio claims as he /debates/ what food to eat. "Now this one looks nice an' crispy, but this is lookin' pretty nice an' tender. Such is the life o' a philosopher."
Technetium glances around, entering from one of the many paths into the clearing fairly quitely and casually, cloak hood down on her shoulders, observing the many individuals from a slight distance, and then going over to the center to stand at a neutral point. Was she hungry? Not really, no. Was she /particularly/ intrested in that speaker /right now/? Probably not, although if something intresting did happen, she could hear it. Not intent on wrestling, unless something extraordinary happened. So, in the middle, she stands.
Down the path comes a tigress, beside her a very gravid looking vixen. "You really shouldn't be out here at all, I don't care if we took a cart, and you flew part of the way." The tigress says, the vixen waving a hand, "I haven't been out of the city in months, and there is word of a gathering out here. It's not as if I've lost a leg, and this isn't my first time either." She says, taking careful steps and staying under the unbrella held by tigress, twin swords at her hips on either side of her, "Whatever you say 'Lady Solacious' but if something happens out here, don't look to me to get you all the way back to the city." The vixen giggles, "I won't." Letting herself be led over toward a tree to sit.
The youthful Jasmine flower being is standing near one of the trees, touching it with his green hand and enjoying the scenery. Taking a deep breath, Rokarion, wearing his usual body covering cloak, turns around and looks at the groups of beings standing and sitting around the place and engaging in discussions and contests of physical power. He moves closer to the podium, intent on hearing what the clever clan mole is talking about. He stands near the podium with the other beings, his jasmine scent wafting around to any standing near him. Thinking for a while, the serene faced plant being answers with his usual calm and polite tone, "If we remove goals and still allow ourselves to have them. Then obviously we will grasp at new goals if not our old goals. A being is led by ambition in life. No being can truly do anything without a goal. After all wouldn't one's thought of getting his food for today be considered a goal? Even when he decides he is going to open a door for a guest or to get out of his house that is also technically a goal, an ambition even if it is a seemingly insignificant thing. Without goals we will simply be sitting on the floor doing nothing and waiting for nothing, until we rot away."
The Wrestlers don't seem too intent on maximizing their show of force, consisting of two large male Tigers grappling shirtless, the first shouting questions as the second replies. "WHERE IS THE TRUTH BEHIND FORCE?" "In the victory of word and action that bind the future!" The answer aparantly ill advised as the Tiger is then thrown over a shoulder. "No, the truth in force lay only in the action, for upon victory any lie may be inscribed!"
The Buffet table seems unapposed for Dio, though a small folk mouse woman walks up and chuckles at him. "Oh naturally. You may consume as much as you wish my friend, though just know that with each bite, less shall exsist for those around you."
The Mole seems to grin at Rokarion as he leans forward. "Exactly, to which I make a simple decision to say that Goals are not the purpose of life, but rather the tools... Most closely, are Goals are produced by our desires, which are then sharpened by a our knowledge, and polished finally by our emotions. I make claim to this fact, that Desire, Emotion, and Knowledge, are what drives us mortal beings. Do any contest this?"
Cassidy folds up her umbrella and lowers it to the ground, leaning against it as if it were a cane. "Hmm," she begins, reaching up to adjust her tophat. "I'd not contest it. I think it's very true! I know some of my largest goals and deeds have been driven by the desire to accomplish a certain end. Desires created by intense emotion, and the goals were the steps dictated by knowledge to reach that end. So I would say that it is very appropriate indeed."
Dio searches for the closet meat looking food product he can find and swiftly makes a nicely stacked lunch with little wasted time. "The who an' the what now?" He questions, tilting his head to the side at the philosophizing mouse being. But there was food to be had! The absence of silverware is no issue, as soon the lion does what his leonine ancestors did best; eat with what they're born with. Using his teeth and hands, he rips apart a good chunk of meat within his muzzle and continues talking with his mouth full. "Mooybe dey shooda got 'ere fooster," he tries to argue while chewing.
Technetium raises her hand, gives a slight flick, then drops it to her side again, and says to all, "I have a statement. Rather, an addendum. Be as it may, emotion is not required in any case. I can set a grand goal by merely desire and knowledge, and accomplish it as so. Emotion adds an element of possible beneficial or negative instability, which can work to advance or set objectives back." She moves over to the food, and grabs a small, dry piece up to nibble on it silently, and finishes, "But one can not have a complete absence of emotion, and so the statement still holds true, or, to itself, at least."
Mirana flicks an ear. She'd just got seated, and getting up was going to be no small feat. But she knew that voice well enough, Cassidy, but she did have a contest for discussion, "To say all that we strive for are forged from desire, emotion, and knowledge is as if saying that all there is are things that are solid like rock, liquid like water, or insubstantial like steam. Could I ask that you refine your statement?" She asks, looking to the tigers next, "The truth in force lay only in the action, for upon victory any lie may be inscribed, but if upon a lie the action that catches victory when upon a truth all would fail, can one say that the force so used is any less pure and right?" She asks, looking up to the lioness who brought her here gives her a leg of meat. Her belly practically rumbles as she takes it, looking over to Dio and shaking her head.
Rokarion looks at the mole for a while, face unchanging, before answering, "I do not contest such a statement. It is true to a certain extent. Desire is the main things that forms our goals, even desire for gaining knowledge which I am sure most of the beings standing here today came for it. But to say that there are only those three factors to drive a being is oversimplifying the matter. Surely, things like one's experience with the world around him, and his upbringing influence his desires and knowledge. As for emotions wouldn't claiming them one of the main factors of our driving force imply that other creation's of the Creators like the shadows are hence goalless in life?"
The Mole dips his head to both Technetium and Mirana, before clearing his throat. "Is there not more to this world? We've that which flows like water, that which is firm and solid to touch like stone, and that which floats by us as smoke." The Mole nodding gently to himself before chuckling at Technetium. "Is such possible? Tell me, where does desire rise from? The will to do something? What greater guide for the will to do something, aside from emotion? Joy, fear, hatred, love... All of it, fuels our desires, what we wish to do, becomes our target to do, because of our emotions pretaining to it. As we then pursue that desire, we utilize the knowledge we have trained through the years... Our Knowledge as well, is formed from our past experiences and upbringings, as the kind man has made his exclimation. Our upbringing, past experiences, and all that has brought us to where we are, shapes are knowledge. As for the shadows? It is perchance, a difficult one to tell. The Shadows had a goal, and a purpose that served them well. We make comment about them lacking emotion, but do they truly lack emotion? Certainly, they do not show it as we do, but perhaps they merely do not -feel- it as we do. To compare a shadow to a being, is to compare a glass of juice, to the taste of cider. Both may be good, but both are equally different, and to one whom did not create them, the subtle differences may be hard to spot."
The Tiger's peek back at Mirana, before the questioner, throws the 'student' down once more and plants a foot on his stomach. "The Action in force, is all that is pure. The outcome is not to be judged, for it is tempered by our own failings, and ill desires that create the lies that shield it all. So, by it all, a being whom forgoes caring of the outcome, and lives for just the moment of action, is a being of purity of will."
The Mouse merely chuckles at Dio, before leaning to the side slightly. "Oh? What of those whom arrive after you, because they have spent the day tilling their fields, or caring for their children? To limit whom should recieve what, by when they show up, leaves all but those whom are fastest to suffer~"
Cassidy glances over at Mirana and lofts a brow behind the porcelain. "Of course there are things more than desire, knowledge, and emotion... But they're all linked together. Personally, the things I try to learn, I learn for a reason. Be it a desire to make something, or just to know it! Other times I want something because of an emotion. Sure there are things outside of it, but those are still a very interlocked part of our being."
Dio listens to the mouse being as he loudly chews his food. He thinks about the prospect for a few moments, but it does little to detract from the frequency of his consumption. "Ooooh, I know what this is," the lion exclaims, finally taking a small break from eating once coming to a revelation. "This little thing 'ere is a trap! A guilt trap ya could say. O' perhaps a test o' sorts. I'll tell ya what I think; It's our duty as beings to make sure no food goes wasted out in the open air. As a sworn officer o' eatin', I shall perform my duty in full, lass. Don't ya worry! But 'cuse me, I want to see what the others 're up to."
The lion dips his head a few inches and takes some food with him before joining up with the main crowd. "That's a lot o' talkin' 'bout things. Yer all missin' out on the food ya know. Bein' hungry is a bad emotion. Is that what yer all talkin' 'bout?" Out of the corner of his eye, Dio spots a familiar pair: a vixen and lioness. "Oh! It's been an age an' a 'alf. 'aven't gotten into too much trouble, 'ave ya now," he asks Mira and the lioness.
With a bit of a huff, and much help from the lioness beside her, Mirana gets standing once more, "But what is emotion? What is desire? What is knowledge? The gifted can gain and lose knowledge with a simple changing of their soul gem. There are those who are gifted and changing their gem will even go as far as to change their feelings and actions. There are those who can reach within and pull upon things that one may never know one had. Where do these come from? Are they a part of this? Surely, but where does desire rise from? With so many posabilities, there is no way to know. Before meeting with a particual... friend, it was my desire only to persue such questions until exhaustion each day. To expand my knowledge, learn all I could. I was so angry all the time, frustrated, questions plaguing my mind as if a swarm. But after, all was much more clear." She says, "So, if these are as changable as the wind, what is the next thing to be desired? What is the next goal one would wish to achieve?" She asks, looking over to Dio, both here and the lioness, "I'm doing well, though things are tiring a bit these days." She says, but the lioness shows her teeth a moment, "Not going to try your usual tricks?" She asks.
With a nod to the lions continuing their contest, Mira poses a thought, "Well, if not caring for the outcome brings a purity of thought, then I would guess that purity in inaction would be just as well? To do with no thought toward what will be done could be much the same as not doing at all."
