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Indie Selective Anaxagoras, written and beloved by Vergil
SPOILERS FOR AMPHOREUS TRAILBLAZE MISSION
Moving Forward
I've said my sappy piece both in the server and slightly on the slideshow, but for everyone else, I love you all and your muses and I want to continue writing. My plans going forward are to continue on with all the replies I owe across all three of my blogs (Anaxagoras, Dainleifs, and Kinich), and whether or not they are responded to is the other mun's decisions. I'm certainly happy to continue any threads until they reach their conclusions, and I will be here if anyone wants to pick up new ones. In short, business as per usual. Perhaps the other two may be put to rest eventually, when I am satisfied that I have done my part with them, but Anaxagoras is too dearly important to me to let this be the end.
It may take me a while because of school but I will be replying to everything I owe no matter what. Eventually.
For now, the offer of my boys will remain with blogs formerly affiliated with GH, but as time goes on, and if anyone decides to reach out, perhaps I will consider it. And to my dear friends of the Hymns, you know where to find me.
In the next life, may the truths of the universe rest again in my hands. That is all I have to say. May our next meeting be among the stars!
i lied. i had more to say
no more what ifs. â ËïœĄââ
GHSnowSwept 2025 | The Moment of [STARS] | the end of the will they/won't they saga
  She chuckled, an awkward response followed by her ever awkward approach to Anaxagorasâ presence. It wasnât adequate, far from it. To laugh in the face of someone who admitted the loneliness that permeated throughout their life- it was wrong, especially when Yelan understood that his loneliness was an acceptance rather than a comfort. No, her awkward chuckle felt more like an admission, one of a lack of understanding- she didnât understand everything there was about this scholar. Because of that, the question still permeated, a stain on her conscious mind: Was she worthy of standing next to him here, at all? She couldnât provide an answer to that, yet, so similarly, she couldnât address the nature of Anaxagorasâ loneliness, either.
  She didnât know how to â no flowery language was needed to address such a painfully obvious fact.Â
  Instead, Yelan wanted to run away, rather than face a confession that was soon to wretch itself from the annals of her core. It was too soon, and worse yet, she couldnât even come into any sort of contact withâŠÂ âhuh?â
  As Anaxagoras expressed his concern for Yelanâs wellbeing, taking note of the awkward approach she took to this conversation, she felt a touch. It was unfamiliar, yet it was recognizable in a way that she understood at its most intimate level. It was a touch that felt so impossible where they currently stood, yet she couldnât deny its plausibility, its reality. Instinctively, Yelan pulled her hand away, as her figure snapped to face Anaxagoras with an alertness unbefitting of someone whoâŠÂ âWhat the fuck? Y-Youâre tangible now?!â The words were all that could come to mind, and those words were undeniably unbecoming of the moment she found herself face to face with now.Â
  Yet, it was true. Yelanâs gaze trailed up and down the scholarâs figure. Rather than the eidetic golden visage that was ever present in her mindâs eye, Yelan was welcomed with a sight only witnessed within Dreams. Yelanâs eyes were widened, and she couldnât find further words to express the shock, concern, and relief that embraced her all at once. âY-YouâreâŠtangibleâŠ?â She repeated herself. Maybe it was to convince her more than it had been to convince him. She didnât know what to do. Punch him? But that anger would be unfair and misplaced. Hug him? But she didnât want to step that far out of bounds that quickly, regardless of the nature of their meeting. Hold his hand?Â
  The third option was the best. First it was the index finger, then slowly the whole of his hand was enveloped by her own. âYouâre⊠tangibleâŠâ The repetition came once more, as Yelanâs thumb began training back and forth against Anaxagorasâ dorsum, as if to try and coax herself to reality.Â
âI suppose so,â He stares at his own hand now intertwined with hers, flesh and blood once more as it had been over thirty million recurrences. He quickly feels a flush spreading across his cheeks, a golden glow visible now that he was no longer a specter as gold as his blood. Itâs an odd feeling, and heâs certain that she will make fun of him for the blush splotchy staining his face, âIt feels like itâs been a very long time, and yet hardly a moment at all. How odd.â
All memory of what they were talking about fades away, the scholar becoming entirely preoccupied with the warmth of her hand in his. How gentle her finger feels stroking across the back of his hand.
When was the last time someone had treated him with such gentleness and kindness in their touch? Probably the final time Diotima had hugged him tightly and wished him well on his journey to the Grove. The millions of final times that theyâd had. Over and over again he can replay a myriad of memories of the final time he had seen his sisterâs alive and well face in countless lifetimes. For so long in each life, he had held onto that grief and the love theyâd held for each other, until his most blasphemous act. And then he held onto that for even longer. But yet she waits for him in the Eternal Page now; doesnât she? After so long apart, he had the blessing of being able to see her face whenever he wished. For their love and familial bond had never vanished in memory of Amphoreus.
Love⊠waitâŠ
Anaxagoras glances back towards Yelan, thinking about how much he relishes her touch whenever he is allowed to have it. Could this be⊠Heâd never been very good at determining those kinds of feelings. Heâd never been very good at figuring out where the line between romantic love and platonic love was. Their first encounter did not make figuring that out any easier.
âYelan, if I may be so bold,â He clears his throat quickly avoiding her gaze, âWhat am I to you?â
Moving Forward
I've said my sappy piece both in the server and slightly on the slideshow, but for everyone else, I love you all and your muses and I want to continue writing. My plans going forward are to continue on with all the replies I owe across all three of my blogs (Anaxagoras, Dainleifs, and Kinich), and whether or not they are responded to is the other mun's decisions. I'm certainly happy to continue any threads until they reach their conclusions, and I will be here if anyone wants to pick up new ones. In short, business as per usual. Perhaps the other two may be put to rest eventually, when I am satisfied that I have done my part with them, but Anaxagoras is too dearly important to me to let this be the end.
It may take me a while because of school but I will be replying to everything I owe no matter what. Eventually.
For now, the offer of my boys will remain with blogs formerly affiliated with GH, but as time goes on, and if anyone decides to reach out, perhaps I will consider it. And to my dear friends of the Hymns, you know where to find me.
In the next life, may the truths of the universe rest again in my hands. That is all I have to say. May our next meeting be among the stars!
WHAT THE FUCK IS A PATH!!! đŠ đ„đ„đ„
Commission | Just two blasphemers and knowledge they definitely shouldn't be trying to figure out
Things always start off so innocently, don't they? It begins with an older woman named Loren who asks for your help carrying some old research logs to her cubicle in the department. Then, the rabbit hole gets deeperâone of the readables slips from the pile, heavily redacted and written in some strange code. Asking around leads you to believe that this might be the obscured logs of an infamous study, way before the Space Station's ethics clearance was the way it was. The research topic was this: how many individuals does it take to make a Path? Can we dare to create a new one? The discovery reinvigorates discussion surrounding the idea, and many are now keen to get their hands on the document and be the first to decode it. You and Loren should probably keep it safe⊠but it's tempting to find this out for yourself, isn't it? Who knows what you could do with that sort of information⊠wink wink.
What were ethics to Amphoreusâ most notorious fool? What were paths and Aeons to a blasphemer? What was an encoded document to the so-called embodiment of Reason? Anaxagoras holds a document in his hands that rivaled his own greatest acts of blasphemy. And it excites him. Greatly.
Asking questions of the universe was one of the greatest tricks humanity had. Why should he be stopped when his greedy hands could always reach further towards the truth? He had untangled the deepest secrets that Amphoreus had to hold; who was to say he could not do the same to the larger universe outside of the confines of that trifling logic box?
Of course, he doesnât care about the paths. He doesnât care for Destruction and its flawed Aeon whose blood had given the Chrysos Heirs their own ichor. And perhaps he should, but he does not care for Erudition. Was the scholar the representative of Erudition in microcosm of Amphoreus, a simulation of the very path itself? Sure. But did that mean he cared about a high and mighty god? Of course not. He doesnât care about the Titans and he certainly does not care about the Aeons.
What he does care for, however, is the puzzle set before him by the encoded pages within his hands. Anaxagoras had never come across a puzzle that he was not able to solve given the time that he needed to do so.
But like any good scholar, he is not without his collaborators. He is used to this, even if the other scholars at the Grove were not terribly fond of him, they had all collaborated on a paper or two once or twice. Reason turns to the strange man beside him, with a gentle smirk, offering one of the papers to him, âThis will go faster if we put our minds together. I am brilliant of course, but I am also terribly eager to read what is concealed within this code. I do not care about the paths that enfold throughout this universe, but I, Anaxagoras of Reason, cannot allow questions asked to that universe to be concealed and unasked.â
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â ⟠get a child leash for this scholar...
commission; elation.
Lauma is not interested by the prospect of treasure - there are other things she must attend to, after all. The Frostmoon Scions are not those that she feels that she can leave to attend nor fend for themselves with confidence, at least not at this stage. There is always this rising anxiety within her that if something goes wrong, she will be called upon to faithfully fix whatever problem has arose. Memories of Kapy and her daughter, the refusal to seek treatment - float in the back of her mind, trailing behind her steps, like a haunting ghost. Some still reject the truth that Lauma has brought upon them, even still despite choosing to follow her. It leaves her with a sour taste in her mouth, not that it is something she is willing to admit - knowing that she can do little to hasten people's eyes opening to the facts she has given.
No matter. However, when rumours had started to circle around about the treasure, she had at first paid it little heed - until she'd had a moment to herself under the moonlight, and the line about the raven had wriggled its way into her mind. Ever since then, she couldn't help but think about the line - the black raven... Even if there is no interest in treasure, Lauma has now found herself interested by the prospect of a raven who knows about treasure, wondering what kind of bird it would be. So, she has now departed from the Frostmoon Scions to wander around Hiisi island in search of a black raven, stopping to question other animals along the way. So far, not much has been revealed, but that doesn't stop her from curiously garnering more information where she can.
It is when she begins to make her way around to the bottom of the Frostmoon Enclave that she spots an unfamiliar figure. He does not wear anything she has ever seen before, the style entirely foreign to her - but after meeting now many other travellers from afar, Lauma has began to realize that there are many styles of dress that she, before, did not have the time to gaze upon, her time too busied by the rituals of the Frostmoon Scions. However, since he does not seem to be from Nod Krai, Lauma approaches him with a soft smile and speaks politely.
"I do not believe I have seen you before," she says, stopping a few paces away. "Are you here in search of something?"
@vierfacheweisheiten
Curiosity drives the scholar like always, and though heâd come to Teyvat with every intention of seeing his beloved fair lady, he couldnât help but be drawn to a far off land at the promise of being able to solve riddles. As for the treasure? He didnât care about that in the slightest. He just wanted to be able to put his brilliant mind to use. And if he couldnât have a debate - not that he was in the mood for that at the moment anyway - then solving a series of complicated riddles had to be the next best thing.
The scenery, though Anaxagoras could never find anything able to compare to the Grove, was incredibly beautiful as well. A great plus to leaving his confines of Amphoreusâ logic box was being able to see the beauty of the worlds and the universe beyond it. A whole universe of sights and scenery that were far from anything else he had ever seen. Of course, his heart always belonged in the Grove, the only home that he had ever known.
A scholar who is used to having eyes upon him feels a strangerâs eyes on his back before he hears the womanâs voice. He turns quickly, turning his head to the side in curiosity at the horns sprouting from her head. More deer-like than the horns that he had seen on Dan Hengâs head - dromas horns, the scholar must remark - how interestingâŠ
âI am not from this world,â Anaxagoras says nonchalantly, arms folding calmly across his chest, âI came here to see someone, but I was intrigued by this âblack ravenâ. Not the treasure of course, I have no use for such things. I simply want to solve the riddles, that is all. Iâm quite brilliant, I have no doubt that Iâll be able to solve them easily. If you are interested as well, then feel free to use my brilliance for your own benefit too.â
(mind/matter + vanity*) / 2
*worthlessness, futility
commission | Anaxa
In all my many years, Iâve come face to face with many things that could be called âdragonsâ. Even the specific concept of Vidyadhara isnât entirely new to me. Neither is incorporeal body snatchers. I immediately understand what happened as I lay eyes on this young Scion of Permanence, whose consciousness has been pushed to its walls to make way for the greedy ghost within. Really, itâs a ridiculous evolutionary direction. I donât understand it at all.
I hear the sound of a starskiff whizzing through the air somewhere I canât see with my normal eyes, still upon the Vidyadhara. It leaves a ringing in my ears despite it being distant.
Of course, none of this is my problem. I truly do feel for that sorry child, but thereâs so much of the Xianzhou Luofu to see, and I canât be wasting time with dragon politics. Thereâs nothing interesting about politics when they donât involve you at all. I turn around, starting in the direction of the noise of the starskiffs. Maybe if Iâm lucky, itâll play out like it did in âA Foolâs Handâ and thereâll be lots of crashes and some Songque equivalent pleading for mercy? I could definitely go for an aerial chase right nowâŠ
I muse on this as I walk, and Iâm debating myself on the ethics of wishing for starskiff crashes (would Sparkle approve?) when I brush past a familiar presence. I look up quickly, relaxing into a smile as I see who it is (someone strange. Nobody important, nothing to worry about). âOh, I remember you from the Solwarm Festival! What brings you to the Luofu?â
@vierfacheweisheiten
âCuriosity,â The scholar remarks, chuckling softly to himself, âMy homeworld has recently been⊠shall we say exposed to the universe outside. I simply wish to explore it now that I have a physical body and the will to use it to its fullest ability.â
Not that his body itself had much ability, given how physically weak he had always been across millions of lifetimes - a conglomerate of all of those memories he was now, but still the same man he had always been no matter what - but the ability to interact with the physical world again was more valuable than anything else. He gained far more being able to get his hands properly on all of his research and that which he cared for than any amount of strength.
Curiosity could draw the embodiment of reason anywhere he allowed it to. But he did have a reason beyond curiosity this time. A reason that perhaps his teacher would be proud of him for having even now. Or not. Their interests had always been a little misaligned even when they were in the same area. Perhaps Anaxagoras would simply like to think that his teacher would be proud of him because of how much the man had meant to him. There was no lifetime in which he would ever be able to pay back Empedocles for all that he had done for him, for all that he had cared for him.
âThat, and I have a vested interest in politics. Either way, it is sufficient to say that this situation has caught my interest. That is all you need to know.â
ê€â a rather illogical outcome.
adventures of the rosy celestial maiden.ăâž»ăanaxa & march 7th
yesterday is today is tomorrowâthe days blend together, after a while, and march has long since lost track of counting. after all, she is but a âghostâ wandering across amphoreus, forgotten no matter how she tries, every illogical outcome in this world attributed to a mysterious rosy maiden.
it had amused her, at first, a silly point of pride she could brag about later to the rest of the express crew. see? she might not have any secret powers to show off, but look at that! little, old march 7th is a legend in amphoreus now!
...but, honestly? now, march just wishes she could tell someone her name and have them remember.
any day now...
who knows? maybe today will be that day. and so, when march opens her eyes not where she remembers being last, she doesn't even blink anymore. just par for the course now, isn't it?
she moves to get up and nearly goes tumbling off the branch of a tree.
don't ghosts always get to fly around and go through walls in the stories? she may be a âghost,â but she definitely hasn't inherited any of the fun parts of it at all.
perhaps someone, somewhere might hear the panicked scream as her hands scramble for purchase before she falls. six-phased ice rapidly forms where her fingertips touch, spreading downward into a small ledge that she lets herself collapse onto with a heavy exhale. â...seriously? that's not funny!â
march isn't sure who she's talking to either. maybe whoever it was that put her on amphoreus like this in the first place. the least they could do was let her start the day on her own two feet.
A scholar goes about his day as per usual, books in hand as he wanders through the familiar paths of the Grove of Epiphany. He just wants to get back to his quarters and his lab to work on his personal projects after a long day of dealing with incompetent and rowdy students. Was that really so much to ask for?
Of course it was, because no one on Amphoreus - most of all those foolish Titans up above - had any respect for him. No one could let him have one single moment of peace and quiet to focus on uncovering the truth of this world. It always had to be something getting in his way; didnât it?
He glances in the direction of⊠something, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. Ice? In the Grove? And he could have sworn he heard a yelp⊠is he just going crazy from a lack of sleep or did he actually hear something?
Anaxagoras sighs, setting his books down nearby as he goes to peek closer at the ice. It had just appeared out of nowhere, entirely unnaturally. Too sudden, and the Grove was too warm currently, for it to be of any freak natural cause. Then⊠it had to be the doing of someone. But he didnât know any scholars at the Grove who could create ice like that, and he didnât see anyone either.
Tentatively he asks, a curious lilt to his voice, âIs someone there?â
your mom
Herta + Anaxagoras, comedy duo
A tall and immaculately beautiful woman steps onto the docks at Central Starskiff Haven. Her ash-brown hair, pointy witch hat, flowing corseted dress, Pursuit's End in her handâall of them are unmistakable markers of her identity.
"A Herta cosplayer...?" a nearby Foxian merchant remarks, mildly impressed.
A quiet giggle from their friend. "Sure looks like it. She's really risen in popularity since the Amphoreus incident, huh."
"It's pretty well done. She looks almost exactly like the real deal. There's no convention, though. Wonder what she's doing here?"
The woman, of course, does as any Herta would do and pays them no mind. Instead, she continues walking towards the Sleepless Earl, intent on her destination. If she draws a crowd of adoring fans, or at the very least, a gaggle of curious onlookers, who's to say?
Internally, the woman sighs. Should have known they wouldn't be able to recognize me.
She finds the scholar exactly where she would expect him, already in the midst of the comedy competition, gesticulating up a storm. "It's me," Herta greets, interrupting.
("Wow, she's even got the tone of voice exactly right!")
"I came as soon as I heard," she continues loudly. "You want to put on a show? Well, why don't we have a game of wits, genius to not-genius."
("The cosplay's for⊠a bit⊠About Amphoreus!?")
Honestly, she's not much for rhetoric, but she is pretty funny. "I'll start," she ventures, crossing her arms. "Anaxagoras, tell meâwhat is the prime mover of life?"
A beat, and then she cuts in, "Don't bother answering, I know you'll get it wrong. The answer is your mother."
@vierfacheweisheiten, good luck.
Anaxagoras opens his mouth to respond in earnest, quickly closing it as he parses her next words. He is far from well acquainted with the world outside of Amphoreus as of yet; was this a common way of shocking someone out of speaking out here? At a loss for words, all he is able to choke out is, âI donât have a mother.â
Which was true. He didnât remember ever having anyone else in his life besides his elder sister, no matter the recurrence he tried to draw upon. A constant seemed to be their parents passing on before Anaxagoras was even able to remember their faces. Diotima had always been the one who took care of him, the one who had raised him.
Whoever his mother had been, it didnât matter. For all that mattered, Diotima had been there for him. His beloved older sister had done everything for him, and for that he could be nothing but grateful.
He clears his throat, quickly gathering his thoughts and responding proper, âAhem, I mean⊠that is a rather poor punchline. Especially when you have asked a question that I had interest in actually discussing. Forgive me for my uninformed line of questioning, but; how is oneâs mother a joke?â
ââ .⥠This isn't Natlan???
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Every genius can specialize in one kind of work.Â
However, thereâs always more to be earned and done and learned if geniuses broaden the scopes of their knowledge!
Aino doesnât necessarily like leaving Nod-Krai. The absence of kuuvahki leaves her a little dizzy, and everywhere else has a weird feeling to it. Sheâs heard Natlan is hot and humid, which is a far cry from being cold and dry. Not that ⊠Nod-Krai is always dry, though. Sometimes it rains a lot and then the air gets stuffy. She wonders if itâs like that in Natlan.
Ahh, Natlan, Natlan. Ineffa told her all about it. Now, as a surprise, Aino is going over just to look at some inventions from blacksmiths and mechanics! She supposed it would be a great exercise to broaden her horizons, and it would help her social square- er, social circle! Why canât they be other shapes?...
âŠnope, nope, hers is definitely a social heart.Â
Broadening her social heart meant that she could maybe do what those adults in Nasha Town tell her about. Something about supply and demand? Lately, sheâs been having a hard time not creating, thereâs more robots day in and day out, and her excitement has led her to realize one thing: New inspiration is needed! With permission from her trusty robot family, she has set off from the port towards Natlan. Only because it was the nearest. Going north to mainland Snezhnaya meant more cold and winter wind, which she was not prepared for! Natlan is said to be someplace good to start.
Itâs where Ineffa is from she reminds herself as she tries not to get too sea-sick. The captain of the boat said it would take a while to get there⊠but itâs been sooo long. Aino has one of her robots, sure, but only one. She has no idea how theyâll (they, being, her robot.) react to the new environment. Itâs also partially so she may feel less lonely, and less scared, and have somewhere to take photosâŠ
â...Itâs just you and me! But thatâs okay. Weâll bring back lots for the others.â
Most people heading south to the land of war werenât batting an eye at Aino. They knew her. Did they know why she was here? Nope. They didnât bother her regardless. Which made it boring! Eventually after wandering the boat several times, Aino decided to just⊠take a nap. She was already holding her friend's hand, so she trusted itâd alert her if anyone tried to be smart and take itâŠ
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When she woke up, it wasnât to noise. It wasnât quite to quiet either. Life buzzed around her, when she finally managed to crack open her eyes with a loud yawn.Â
â...what⊠time is itâŠ?â she croaked out to no one. She felt her bot still grasping her hand, but⊠they werenât moving. Perhaps⊠they wouldnât work without kuuvahki? Thatâs⊠sad. Aino pouts, but decides she will still keep them around just to keep company. She has heard of phlogiston in Natlan. Maybe she can optimize them to work on phlogiston for a while. Yes.Â
She isnât where she fell asleep, so Aino assumes someone may have moved her. Which is odd. Her brain is working overtime already as she hops off wherever she was sitting, dragging the oversized bot down with her to the ground. Musecatcher still seems functional, so she uses them to pick up the other. Why does musecatcher work but ⊠the other doesnât?Â
âHmph, youâre attached to me⊠are you using my vision as a second power source? Thatâs smart!â she giggled, looking around.Â
âŠhm.
âThis isnât Natlan..?â
Natlan⊠wasnât supposed to be a tad less frigid than Nod-Krai and full of green and ⊠a giant? Is that a giant!? ...her stomach growls. Ah. Must be krumkake time, but it certainly does not seem like krumkake time.
@vierfacheweisheiten
A foolish, yet ever curious specter watches the small girl stumble about, puzzling over mechanical beings that seemed to no longer be functioning, save for the one attached to her back. Anaxagoras wonders how a small child like her found her way to the ruined Grove without supervision. The Demigod of Reason canât help but to chuckle to himself, chuckle at the way her eyes full of wonder at her surroundings reminded him of himself when he had first arrived here as a child not much younger than this girl seemed to be.
He had stared at the Divine Tree with the same amount of confusion and awe, unsure if it had been a mistake coming there or if this was where he was always meant to be.
Of course, the key differences here were that the Grove had still been in its golden days, flourishing and blooming with nature and plantlife alike, and that Anaxagoras had been a child who had just lost everything.
He sighs, dropping to the ground from the branch where he had been observing the remains of the only true home he had ever known, striding over to the child in but a few confident steps. Had his physical form yet been something he had, perhaps he would have rested his hand on her head to get her attention. But alas, he will have to settle for a loud clear of his throat.
Despite the harshness of his introduction, he smiles at her, a gentle and soft tone used only with his dearest of students escaping his lips as he speaks, âAre you lost, little one? If you are, please allow me to escort you to safety. Or, if youâd prefer, I could give you a quick tour. I did used to be a professor here, after all.â
I've Always Wanted to Be a Whale Pariah When I Grow Up
Commission (But Not for the Point) | I promise this title makes sense, watching the whales with Hysilens
Sailors from Fontaine are coming to Nasha Town talking about a massive whale in the waters. Short of men brave enough to set sail for the waters, they wish to invite adventurers to join their crew for this perilous voyage! Should you be successful, not only will you be rewarded with gold and mora, but a wonderful tale to share, too! Will you answer their call?
Anaxagoras stares out solemnly over the water as the boat cuts through it. He canât say heâs terribly fond of the true purpose that the crew has, but he simply wants to see this massive and majestic whale that they speak of, so he has found himself aboard their boat either way. Of course, if they ask for his help with hunting it - and a few already have, spotting the conspicuous âweaponâ hanging on his belt - he will turn them down with a simple ânoâ.
There is no need for complicated words when no is all that he wants to say. He doesnât wish to hunt this creature, for he is not that kind of man. He only wishes to see it flourishing in its environment, to observe it in that which is its own.
The Grove was a forest for a reason, for Reason itself was intertwined with life and Earth. And as such, Anaxagoras too found himself at peace with nature and the life born from it. Part of him always had, perhaps that was why it was him who was destined to become the very embodiment of Reason. Not that he believed that destiny was so airtight, but there were certain facts that were hard to deny.
He sighs, glancing at his fellow citizen of Amphoreus aboard the boat. Hysilens⊠they must feel even stronger about this than he does, given the ocean and its creatures were their domain. He clears his throat softly, staring at them pointedly, âA shame for most this is a trip for hunting, or I would be enjoying myself rather immensely right now. You think it a shame too; donât you, Hysilens?âÂ
@knighteternal
Be Grateful for All This Clamor (Plotting)
Anaxagoras the greedy. Note: Once again, lest my hubris overwhelm me, first come first served to up to three prompts (TAKEN: 3/3)
Seek the Black Raven: Hunting for riddles and treasure, you say? Perhaps he isn't so interested in the treasure, but he would love to put his mind to work solving riddles. Please let him solve riddles. Requires Teyvat Muse // Lauma
Whales: He just wants to see the whales man. Though his primary interest is in dromas, he still loves many kinds of animals and nature. Let him see the whales, and hopefully not get thrown overboard, cause I'm not sure he knows how to swim. Requires Teyvat Muse // Hysilens (not for the point)
Heliobus Possession: They're just a child, but a child who is good at debating is a child that Anaxagoras wants to fight (read: debate). Also he kind of loves politics and toppling systems thanks to his upbringing as a Venerationist scholar, so it's really up in the air whose side he will end up on. Either way, he's a strong debater, so watch out. // Vita
Luxury Scams: A moral conumdrum, huh? Well let's just see if we can make it worse and stir some shit; why don't we? // N/A
Contact for Plotting: While you can use Anaxaâs Tumblr IMs, I would prefer if you simply just dmâd me on Discord at lightorflight, or @âd me in the plotting channel if youâre in the server! Easier for me to keep track of, and Iâm more likely to see it in a timely manner.
[ GUARD ] - Someone's got to keep the fire going, even when everyone else is asleep, and based on the shifting schedule: it's the two of you. It's nice to have some company that isn't just the flickering flame, but it's still hard to stay awake for hours into the cold night⊠and, what's that you spy moving in the distance?
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heaven surges divine punishment unto mortals, not entirely the sinners and blasphemers alone . . . for this line of thought is what momentarily distracted Fischl as she finds another individual lingering amongst the outskirts. it was decidedly, not the greatest decision, still sporting wounds and bruises from - the nights. she digresses, though. in favor of. . . trying to decide something about the green-haired individual who sits awake at the fire with her and her companion.
green and purple are, obviously, complementary colors. by pure visuals, it doesn't seem like her own purples are exactly complementary.
â pardon, gelehrte. â she voices, wanting to converse anyway despite there being nothing to actually talk about. â one finds the visually discernable similarities between oneself and thee to be of utmost intrigue. nothing of it pertains to negative connotation, of course, der prinzessin simply wishes to inquire of the uniqueness of what thou cloth thyself with - it is most delectable. â
â mein frĂ€ulein believes your attire to be quite nice, sir. â
â it is not every day that she may witness someone with such pleasurable yet distinctly differing talorship. â
â and greatly commends its style on its own. â a scholar-seeming like he would certainly find it easy to understand her speech without her familiar's intricate translation of it - but she wouldn't make that high of an assumption yet.
"I don't need a translation, thank you. I understood what you meant the first time," The scholars shivers a little, somewhat regretting his choice - speaking of attire - to not don a proper coat. His exposed shoulders underneath his cape are a fine enough choice in the Grove, often warm with a slight breeze, but on this frozen planet, he finds himself wishing that he chose to keep them covered.
Anaxagoras twines a long strand of green hair around his finger idly, a habit he imagines he picked up long ago by watching his sister do the same thing whenever she was thinking, letting out a soft sigh. He places his other hand on his hip, staring at this strange girl with her strange manner of speaking with his one good eye. Much like him, an eyepatch adorns her left eye. For her was it performance, or was she an kindred spirit in that aspect as well?
What an interesting girl, he would have to find her again in the future to have a proper conversation.
"Thank you though," He says with an almost geninue smile, "I must be going now, but your compliments have been recieved and noted. I shall have to thank my tailor for you when I return to my home world."
[ STARS . ]
" what do you think about when you see the stars ? "
she knew someone was in ear shot of her , one of the only few people nearby , as her attention was focused on the false , sheet metal sky above , trying to mimic what was just out of reach , a hand raising up as if to grab one , then falling back down to her side .
gaze eventually turned to the stranger , who , if she had to guess , was probably less then enthused , but who knows ? she wasn't sure if he even cared for her opinion , but she still chose to tell .
" when i see them . . . i see hope , i see connection , that so many are connected by a set of stars . "
"I don't know," Anaxagoras says with a sigh, staring at the false sky made out of metal and lights. When he stared at Amphoreus' sky, he could only think then about how he may never see what lay beyond their logic box. About how their world was nothing more than falsity, something that he had always known all along, no matter the recurrence. All versions of himself were smart enough to figure out the truth, iterating on it over and over again until the final complete self was able to make the final step.
The self he was now... that was who he was; right?
"Connection..." A soft smile unlike crosses his face, "That sounds nice. I think I must agree with that thought. To think that even those who have lived their whole lives alone could still be connected by the stars above is quite the nice thought indeed."
[SNEAK]
I think people are profoundly interesting, I do mean that. But anything can get repetitive and overwhelming if youâre stuck in a proverbial jar with it for days in temperatures that make everyone cranky. Really, asking me to stay here? Did they really think anyone would just listen? Even though I wish to take a break from the hundreds of people always around me, however, I donât particularly feel like being alone with my thoughts today. So I decide to recruit someone to go with me. Surely everyone would be feeling the same way as me, right?
Admittedly, though, Iâm not paying very much attention when I tap my pick on the back. I could have examined their mind, I could have observed them for a little longer, but I really just go up to the first person I see positioned far enough from the crowd to easily come away with me. Iâm smiling as I start. âExcuse me, sir, but would you be interested in exploring the Snow Plains with me? I know weâre notâŠâÂ
I trail off as I catch his gaze. Something feels wrong about it. Nothing I dig for comes out too abnormalâthere are anomalies that Iâm well acquainted with and they pose no inherent danger. Itâs justâŠthereâs something there. It feels almost like a dream I once had, looking into a mirror and seeing a piece of someone I once knew, detached and floating in the Sea of Quanta. I hide behind my smile and the glitter in my eye, hoping that it will reflect and blind whateverâs gone wrong here.
âI know weâre not supposed to, but itâs getting stuffy in this camp, isnât it? Itâll be fun, I promise!â
"Oh thank goodness, I was about to lose my mind out of boredom!" Anaxagoras laughs out sharply. As bored as he has been, he dares not to conduct any of his experiments in such an enclosed space with this many people around. He may be Amphoreus' most vile blasphemer, but he still doesn't exactly wish to hurt anyone. He never wished for the victims of his experiments to be anyone but himself. That was the way it had always been. He would rather it be only him who is harmed by his reckless delving towards the truth, only him that got hurt. And if he failed, then he was the only one who had to suffer the consequences, and subsequently the only one who had to pick himself up and laugh in the face of that failure.
He stares at this woman oddly for a moment, startling at the very slight passing resemblance to someone he loved with all of his heart. Ha, who was he kidding? She wasn't that similar, a blink and he would have missed it. No one could ever compare to Diotima.
Anaxagoras quickly shakes that odd feeling off, a softer laugh like those station bells escaping him, "A little exploration into the unknown never hurt anyone. Let us delve freely into it to our heart's content!"
[STARS] - With a cold, dark metal sheet for a sky, folks from the Underworld used to use mechanical lenses and other discarded parts to copy the stars they could no longer see. For the festival, visitors get to witness that old tradition. Grab a friend, take a seat, and enjoy some warm drink as you gaze up at the man-made constellations above.
Entropy had always enjoyed stars. The bright dots in the sky had always been a wonderâhow could light travel that far? He never mourned realizing that the stars he knew hadnât been real, because as soon as he did, he had been on a spaceship with stars all around him, all the time. His presence here was a wonder too. His light had traveled an incredible distance to be here now, amid the murmuring of an amazed crowd, in the cold darkness of the Belobog Underworld.
Entropy had felt bad taking a seat when he had plenty of energy to stand, but the organizers had assured him there was ample room to go around. He ended up sitting on the floor in a corner. He couldnât help emitting light when he was made of light, and he didnât want to ruin the atmosphere, so he tried to make himself as small as possible. He told himself he was comfortable, and it was true. It was just annoying that there was a piece of scrap metal half cutting through his arm. He sighed and rested his head against the side of it, staring up at the artificial stars above.
They didnât really look anything like stars, though. Just a bunch of static lights. At least in the darkness, Entropy could pretend, theoretically, that they were far away. He didnât feel a need to. He appreciated the art for what it wasâa display of creativity with limited resources. It was impressive and beautiful. He wondered vaguely what sort of things had been attached to the âskyâ...and like his thoughts had been heard, a faint yellow light illuminated the metal backdrop, allowing Entropy to see the dimension.Â
There were small bulbs surrounded by cogs, little lanterns that had been taken apart, leaving their lights exposed, fainter lights that had probably come from cheap toys that had been glued on haphazardlyâŠit was really remarkable. Entropy stood up and walked away from his corner, keeping his neck craned. He wasnât paying attention to anything but the artwork, and it was very much his own fault when he passed through the source of the yellow glow.
Anaxagoras shivers as something passes through his body, an odd feeling at best. Horrendous at worst. The offending party is distracted, continuing forward to glance at the falsified sky without even noticing his presence.
He supposes... just this once, he can let such an offense against his person go. For he cannot blame this stranger for being taken in by such a curious sight, no matter how much of a farce it is.
[CONFLICT]
Lumine had barely been in this camp a week and she already wanted to go back to the Abyss. At least there wasn't nearly as much yelling. Something about 'stupid underworld folk'. The people in question didn't seem inhuman, leading her to presume it was a stupid thing about conflicting governments. Either way, she didn't care.
Now if only they would shut up.
She sighed and leaned against a wall. A quick look to her right revealed a man, probably also annoyed at the noise level.
"You know," She began "Where I come from, this kind of arguing wouldn't last more than a few seconds. I mean. All this is a luxury, why let it cause rifts?" Lumine shook her head.
"I'll never understand that. The selfishness. Even animals have more compassion for their own species than we do."
Anaxagoras scoffs, "And where am I from, a debate could last for days if we allowed it to. But never quite over anything as trivial class standings and petty squabbles. We scholars are more... goodness I dare not say sophiscated after seeing what broke out this conflict in the first place."
When debating with his fellow sages, they could certainly get rowdy, but at least they understood how to take turns to argue their points without it getting terribly out of hand. Most of the time, that was. He could handle the noise from his likeminded - as likeminded as they allowed themselves to be with the vile blasphmer of the Nousporists - fellows, for often he was engrossed in the debate himself. But from restless rabble like this, the commotion only gets on his nerves.
Suffice to say, he is rather close to developing a migrane. Or simply walking away and letting them all figure this out themselves. One or both are equally viable.
"I cannot understand this either," He kicks off the wall with an annoyed huff, "Nor can I stand here and listen to it go on any longer. I am leaving. You seem as annoyed as I am over this, so you are certainly free to join me, if you wish."
