Light of Erudition

[the-eternal-archivist]

Hm? A soul in my Sanctuary?

Pathetic little life form. Speak your words - let us see if they hold any value. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Abby here, from @weaveryivel! I made another blog TwT This one is the Eternal Archivist. Yep, that's their name! They're a Pale Being who plunged their home into the Dream Realm like the Pale King did with the White Palace. Since nearly the dawn of time they've been alone in their Astral Sanctuary, using conjured servants to nab things from the waking realm to study or archive. Lately, for reasons unknown, their Sanctuary has returned to its physical place - the Abyss below Pharloom. They have little interest in the outside world, preferring to focus on their Great Work, as they call it. They haven't quite explained what it is, yet... Something to note; this character is associated with stars and nebulae, much like the Radiance is with the sun. Akin to GMS, they have their own Soul-based substance; Stardust, though it blurs the lines between Essence and Soul. As for appearance, their physical form is a nebulous mass of Stardust with two long arms and pale, glowing moth wings taking the form of a cloak. In place of a head, they have a bright pale sphere of light. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rules: - Not very many actually. I'm very loose on things. - Suggestive asks / jokes are fine! - Shipping is perfectly fine. Message me if you are an RP blog that wants to consider something that has more substance to it. It is unlikely for this one, though. - Don't send me straight up NSFW or gore, obviously. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tag time! [mind unbound] - any in character post. [of celestial spheres] - any out of character post. [astral dialogue] - any interactions with other RP blogs [the stars proclaim] - answering asks

[weaveryivel]

Hey gang

I've been gone for a bit now

At first it was because I took a break, which was good for me, but lately depression has been hitting me hard and my motivation is down

I am NOT gone or quitting with my RP blogs, I'll just need a few days to get back into the swing of things as I start coming back

Apologies for being gone so long, and I am glad to be returning !

[the-eternal-archivist]

Hiya there's!!

Heard tales of wormholes and wormways and pockets and ponders of pockets

Best say I'm a curious critter here and there

And before you ask, no, you can't study me, yes, similar to you although different planar reality, and no, you dissect me, not taking me to dinner first

Another Traveler choosing to shed the guise of anonymity. Curious. Well. You are welcome to observe me, as you are wont to do.

[kitty-da-insane]

Oh, I am rather wont to do several things and put my paws in everything.

But carry on, I am having a good time.

Tea time sometime? I brew a mean chamomile occasionally

[the-eternal-archivist]

I cannot ingest tea in this form, but if you wish to brew and serve it, you may.

[the-eternal-archivist]

*gives you a catnap smiling critter*

An interesting specimen. Some kind of automaton animated in a way that I do not understand. I will be bringing this one to the dissection table.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Archy

Would you say that...

You are in Hell, looking at Heaven?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

[the-eternal-archivist]

[ooc: yes, I’m gonna throw all my ARG guys at you. No, I won’t stop :3]

Who are you? You seem cool! What’re you doing?

*The only thing you see is a black blob zipping around your workplace, very curious*

Fifi from @luna-from-beyond

(The Archivist watches the stranger zipping around their workshop.) Could you stop that. (The sphere of Soul moves to be closer to the other being.) I am the Archivist. I am currently researching specimens retrieved from apocalypses, and then sorting them into my Archive.

[the-eternal-archivist]

How often do you think other travellers think about you?

I do not know. I cannot claim to know the minds of Travelers. Your sensibilities stubbornly evade my grasp.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Hi mom

I am not anything's "mother". You should look to my Sister, the Illuminating Dawn, for such comforts. I have never been one to comfort others.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Hiya there's!!

Heard tales of wormholes and wormways and pockets and ponders of pockets

Best say I'm a curious critter here and there

And before you ask, no, you can't study me, yes, similar to you although different planar reality, and no, you dissect me, not taking me to dinner first

Another Traveler choosing to shed the guise of anonymity. Curious. Well. You are welcome to observe me, as you are wont to do.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Hey! You have data 'bout this?

(It starts breakdancing.)

@boo-ooma

... No, I do not. (The Archivist watches for a few minutes longer.) ... Fascinating. Now, remove yourself from my Sanctum. Your data has been a valuable contribution, but I require minimal distractions.

[the-eternal-archivist]

*chives are moving towards you and rapidly accelerating*

... I fail to understand the reason for this. Still... (They are flash-frozen in a sphere of Stardust, and taken away into the Archive by the Archivist's servant constructs.)

[the-eternal-archivist]

fires old weaver technology at them (ballistic missile)

Hm. (The missile is simply destroyed by a precise blast of Soul.) I already possess one such specimen. I've no need for this one in my Archive. It is interesting that you felt the need to do that. I cannot help but wonder if it was a true attempt at causing me harm, or some way of gauging my abilities.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Since you are seeking multiple realities, what timelines have interested you the most?

First, terminology is important when dealing in matters such as these. "Timelines" are not the same as "realities". A "timeline" exists within a reality. For example, within this reality there are several branches of time that I can visit or change. My tool, Akarra, is exploring one such timeline for me at the moment. A "reality" is a world. This is one such world. With that out of the way, the timelines that most greatly interest me are apocalypses. The world can end in many different ways. All of them involve coming to some "end state". Something must trigger to cause this, usually some sort of "end condition". Paradoxically, a world is not over once it has ended... but in ending, many unseen possibilities open themselves up to perception. This is why I explore apocalypses.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Hello!

Blink blink

May i hug you 👀 ?

Had you the ability to reach through whatever veil, film, membrane or other such thing keeps us apart, I'd certainly allow it. If you wish to send a vessel to hug me, you may do so, though be warned that in whichever form I manifest, I am mostly burning Soul and Essence.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Do you have a hand so we can high five. If no we will give you one

This entirely depends on the manner in which I choose to manifest. In my more physical form, I do have hands.

[the-eternal-archivist]

Apollodis spoke to the orb.

"Hey. Orb. You said the Unyielding Light's voice was like yours. How so?"

@apollodisthehalfmoth

It is bright. It echoes out through slivers of a light more whole when you go into the sky. It is also alike to ours because it is of the same birth.

[apollodisthehalfmoth]

"Same... birth?" The Half-Moth asked. "How so?"

[the-eternal-archivist]

(The orb of Soul dims for a moment.) The sky was empty, once. Then everything was born. I was part of that everything. So was she. And he. And others. She was gold. He was scarlet. I was pale. She was bright. He was burning. I was watching. She dreamt. He, too, dreamt. I looked up. ... ... (The orb falls silent.)

[apollodisthehalfmoth]

"... You were born from the primordial darkness? That which still rests at the deepest pits of the earth?" Apollodis asked quietly.

It may sound like nonsense. But it was not. Apollodis was actually talking about something real for once, though he didn't know what it was called, and he'd only heard stories.

Most people who knew it called it Void, that primordial nothingness before there was somethingness, that nothingness that still remains in the universe, waiting and ready to be shaped by a will.

Apollodis listened to the rest of the orb's tale, and then he asked, "What do you see when you look up?" Since the orb had finished off by saying it looked up.

To encourage the orb, Apollodis shared first. "When I look up, I see a gap where She should be. There are consequences to hurting a goddess. What She represented in the world, the Sun, it was taken from the sky when She was hurt, when She was killed. When I look up, I see where She should be. And when I close my eyes, I see my dream, to see Her restored to Her rightful place in the sky."

[the-eternal-archivist]

... ... ... (The orb remains silent.)

[the-eternal-archivist]

Apollodis spoke to the orb.

"Hey. Orb. You said the Unyielding Light's voice was like yours. How so?"

@apollodisthehalfmoth

It is bright. It echoes out through slivers of a light more whole when you go into the sky. It is also alike to ours because it is of the same birth.

[apollodisthehalfmoth]

"Same... birth?" The Half-Moth asked. "How so?"

[the-eternal-archivist]

(The orb of Soul dims for a moment.) The sky was empty, once. Then everything was born. I was part of that everything. So was she. And he. And others. She was gold. He was scarlet. I was pale. She was bright. He was burning. I was watching. She dreamt. He, too, dreamt. I looked up. ... ... (The orb falls silent.)