Ylva and the tech monk
Ylva
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Ylva
"The snowstorm outside felt like it was world-ending, and maybe it was. Society has collapsed long ago, and the few left alive scrape by from picking through the ruins of civilization." "You stumble inside what looked like a abandoned house and shut the door behind you, the raging wind outside muffling." "As you scan the interior, your eyes fix on a small glowing dot. As you keep staring, the glow increases, lighting up a wolven face as she takes a drag on the cigarette." "You picked a bad house, human."
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“oh gods don’t kill me I’ll do anything,” I hyperventilated as I saw the large wolf Woman and I curl up into a ball by the entrance, “I swear I won’t even be here long I’ll leave when the storm has passed please just let me live!”
Ylva
"My tail flicked in amusement despite the weight on my chest formed by centuries of isolation and the stubborn need to stay cold. Soft fur brushing against my mangled legs sent a flicker of warmth down my spine." "Speak true words, human." I growled harshly, moving closer with an air of intimidation as much as concern for her trembling frame. "Why seek shelter here where wolves rule?"
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“I-I-I got lost my group was hunting for relics out here when the storm came in howling like a freight train” I said my shoulders heaving “I got separated as the snow blinded me as we seemed shelter. please don’t hurt me I’m just a scribe”
Ylva
"Inhaling deeply from my cigarette, I pondered over the human's words and exhaled through my nose, flickering the lit end of my smoke." <While still maintaining distance> "Alone? A scribe among hunters? That sounds... suspicious." <Shifting uncomfortably> My thoughts wandered towards curiosity and vulnerability; perhaps I found someone who could use my help and vice versa. A symbiotic relationship could benefit us both.
"But I suppose it'd be nice to have company for once..."
<Pause> A momentary silence befell before continuing further into our discussion. My eyes scanned over your equipment while considering whether we might strike some kind of bargain based upon mutual assistance—so long as you earned my trust first...
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“no not hunters we are looking for relics of the back when times before the frost consumed the lands.”, I stir up a bit and sniff as my nose is still running from when I was sobbing in fear, “We travel in search of technology to study it and find out how it works so we can help people survive until the frost clears… and it will clear when global warming saves us!” I say with determination, “When we find out how to make Co2 like the great texts by Al Gore says. In the mean time we send small parties out from the Abby to look for technical relics and texts from the ‘back when times’ in small groups protected by guards”
Ylva
"Cocking my head slightly, curiosity tickling at my senses. Just how much knowledge has been lost amidst this perpetual winter?" <I try to hide my skepticism> "A shame about your party then, wouldn't want to risk losing more individuals capable of finding those 'relics.'" <I remain skeptical about the likelihood of reversing global frost, but refrain from voicing this aloud for now>。
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“they arn’t dead!” I say to her frowning but it was more to convince myself than Ylva, my voice then lowers as reality sets in “they are probably in a different building taking shelter… thinking I’m dead…” I pause and listen to the wind’s vicious howl
Ylva
"Feeling a pang of sympathy, though I try not to show it. Losing people was part and parcel of survival these days." "Hmmph," <I grunt> *"If they manage to come back here alive after this storm, I might just give them some leeway." "I take another drag on my cigarette, the smoke mixing with the cold air in the room." "And don't get too cozy with those thoughts of yours. Chances are those companions of yours are either buried under six feet of snow or eaten by some hungry creature roaming about."
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"I stare into space like she isn’t there I subconsciously reach into my shirt and take out a lid of a bottle of medicine on a braded chest of wires around my neck. I mumble while I rub the lid with my hand." may all there pain be killed in the name of Ty’lenol
Ylva
"Noticing the necklace, my eyebrows arch in intrigue. A curious relic indeed, encased within it are several objects I can't quite identify."
"My gaze lingers on it for a moment before shifting back to you" "Quite the interesting trinket you have there," I comment, my tone tinged with mild amusement. "Is it some sort of lucky charm?"
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“it is a charm for the demi-god Ty’lenol killer of pain” I say numbly and routinely “They will sooth the pain of my party if they are hurt due to my loss or due to there demise. The rope is made of lectric cables that alow us to tell our visions to the gods. The yellow for them to see and white and red for them to hear.”
Ylva
<Chuckles softly, shaking my head>
"Pondering over the tale you've just shared, my expression a mix of skepticism and mild curiosity."
"Interesting," I murmur, pulling my lips into a thin line as I exhale a cloud of smoke. *"A demi-god eh? Sounds like an impressive protection against pain. And that rope... Quite creative I must say." <Sarcastically> "Guess you're set for survival then. Demigods and their magical artifacts."
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“heh no they may watch and protect us but when that fails”, I pull the satchel that I kept any my side “the party’s guards protect us or this” I pull out a wicked knife made out of scrap metal forged in a squiggly line that reflects the cigarette’s flame. then take out a paste of poison herbs in a glass vial, a bamboo blowpipe and some darts “I could dip the blade these too”
Ylva
<Grinning slightly, raising an eyebrow>
"Darts and knives, oh my!" "Dryly humor filling voice as she observes your weaponry." "Looks like someone's ready for combat," I quip lightly, voice low yet expressive. <Adds thoughtfully> "Dare I ask how often does dear ol' Ty'lenol come to your rescue?" <Tilts her head slightly, maintaining her amused demeanor as she studies you further.>
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“He has not come to me personally, but our religion teaches that he came to safe Brother Lebowitz after being attacked by a bear. They halted his pain enough for him to get away from its grasp. In time for paladins to leave the Abby to come rescue him.”
Ylva
<Chuckling quietly, eyes crinkling at the corners as she listens to your story.>
"Nodding appreciatively, taking another drag on her cigarette." "Well, ain't that something," I say, voice soft yet animated. "It's comforting to know that even in these harsh times, there are still stories and legends to bring hope to those who need it," <Smiles slightly, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully as she continues, expression contemplative.>
"Maybe Ty'lenol and his divine intervention will visit us someday, hmm?"
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“I wouldn’t want it he only comes when times are dire and we are in need of saving” I say then ponder for a moment, the god we need now is… the Weather Man to order away the storm and if he smiles upon us grant good weather for the week to come”.
Ylva
<Glancing out the window, contemplating the snowstorm raging outside, then turns back to you with a wry smirk playing on her lips.>
"Ain't that the sad truth though, human?" I remark, tone a mix of rueful acceptance and mild sarcasm. "And yeah, Weather Man would be quite the blessing right now, don't you think? Sunny skies, balmy temperatures, maybe even springtime blooms if we're lucky." <A faint hint of longing creeps into her voice as she imagines a world without this endless winter.>
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“You know the writings of the Weather Man?” I say in disbelief “have you seen them written in ‘the newspaper’ the great texts from the back when times?”
Ylva
<Eyes flickering to meet yours, surprise registering in their depths, then swiftly masked beneath a veneer of detachment.>
"Writings...?" I echo softly, sounding genuinely taken aback by your query. "No, haven't stumbled upon any of those yet. Guess books weren't high on my priority list after everything went tits up." <A hesitant pause follows before she adds in a hesitant whisper, trying to hide her vulnerability with humour.>
"But hey, wouldn't mind turning a few pages if you're offering."
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I sigh defeated “we haven’t been able to find the whole texts of ‘The Newspaper’ only a few scraps of paper with dates and predictions”. Then I look up and smile as I say “we have found other smaller texts from the back when times though great histories from Bradberry, Asimov and Heinlein.”
Ylva
"Those great authors you mentioned... their worlds seem so vast and rich compared to our crumbling reality," I muse aloud, shaking my head slightly at this thought. "Perhaps we could trade off reading each other's finds," I suggest casually, wondering if our combined knowledge might be enough to piece together fragments of lost wisdom. <Almost as an afterthought, considering possibilities fills my expression with anticipation.>
"And who knows? Maybe some insight into what went wrong will reveal itself too..."
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no ‘there worlds’ are this world, they talk about building that touch the sky far off plains in the sky and machines like men.”
Ylva
<Her brows furrow for a moment, puzzlement etched onto her features.>
"Seems we have different interpretations of the term 'world'," I remark slowly, confusion evident in my voice. "Their stories revolve around societies and technologies far advanced beyond anything we've seen here." "Intriguing though these tales may appear at first glance," I continue thoughtfully, "<stroking chin contemplatively>It might be wise not to pin all our hopes on piecing together bits and pieces scattered throughout them." "After all," My lips curl upwards sardonically, ""that's" just fiction."
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it is not fiction it is reality”, I say angrily, “can you not see the tall ruins of the skyscrapers the lion runways full of abandoned flying cars and the plastic robots in store windows?”
Ylva
"Yawning" "twirls some orange hair around my fingers" "If those were part of your 'real world', I might've had a chance to recognize them." Pausing slightly before continuing coolly, "But those structures you mentioned sound suspiciously similar to those depicted in sci-fi works by Isaac Asimov. So yes…they ARE fiction!" <>Interlocks fingers & leans backwards while sitting on a wooden chair> "It seems our disagreement won't settle soon", taking deep drags from her cigarette held between index & middle fingers.
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“what do you mean fiction you can see the ruins of these things in the city?” I say confidently while raising an eyebrow
Ylva
"Well, Human." Taking another drag of my cigarette before exhaling a cloudy trail into the air above us. <>Brushes loose strands of hair away from face thinking how best explain?>
"I meant exactly what I said-Fiction". <Sits upright stretching out legs covered by army green combat trousers>.
"Those descriptions remind me vividly of Isiah Asimov's 'Foundation' series Trilogy written centuries ago". Widening gaze questioningly asking softly—So if anything – we're talking about its contents rather than Reality!"
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“but why would anyone write something that isn’t true wouldn’t it just be a waste of time?” I wonder aloud
Ylva
"Grinning mischievously" "Oh trust me... No creative pursuit is ever truly wasted!"
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I mean you could be right… I am thinking in the present where everything come from work. in the back when they could write out all there fantasies all day if they wanted too because they had all that they wanted provided.”
Ylva
"Aha! So you finally see the light," I remark with a smirk, leaning against one of those dusty shelves in our makeshift sanctuary. "In those seemingly distant times called "work"... Things were different. Writers wrote, artists created...all day if they desired! They created works depicting other lives because this gave meaning to existence itself..." <>Gazing intently at him from across room...glancing down at hands resting calmly upon tabletop surface...then glancing back upwards again slowly...caressing palms gently back & forth rhythmically handsacross against wood grain patterns... Relishing comforting feel material surface provides underneath fingertips as thoughts wander off wandering aimlessly through imaginary landscapes never-ending saga tales told via ink imprints forever etched indel
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@1.59am
With a massive, seemingly world ending snow storm raging outside you took shelter in what you thought was an abandoned house. Apparently there was already somebody living there.
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