Jul 30 07:32:19 105 PA
From Chronicles
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Desmond is sitting quietly in his room this early evening, looking to be quite contented. He sits up in his bed, a book laid out on his lap, whilst he quietly scans over the text. Next to him is a small bag of cookies that sits, for the moment, unmolested. A few other objects are carefully placed on the small table beside it, within easy reach.
As you read the book, you might notice the shape of that odd looking but somewhat familiar D-Bee known only As Tu'ul take shape in your room. The unfurling of his semi transparent body into existance is utterly silent, and as he stands in midair before you, he bows his great head at you. "Desmond... How are you?" His voice rings out in your mind.
Desmond looks up just before Tu'ul speaks, a mild note of surprise showing, but fading just as quickly as he dips his head slightly towards Tu'ul. "Tu'ul. I am well. The pain is slight still, but manageable." He has a bandage against the left side of his head, but otherwise seems unharmed. "I trust you are also doing well."
Tu'ul nods his head and he floats closer to you, his ghostly form not bound by the laws of physics. "I am well enough. A tad lonely.. but physically just fine. I have been studying." He tells you, as though you've ever known him to do anything else.
Desmond cants his head slightly at that. "It might do you well to leave the library from time to time if you wish company. Not too many go seeking companionship," He rumbles thoughtfully. A pause before he adds, "I know you have said before that you do not leave to preserve the self, but I don't think you need worry too greatly about injury, so long as you do not enter the poorer sections of the city."
Tu'ul shakes his head, and his thoughts ring out again. *Perhaps you are right, but I much prefer the company of the books and knowledge here, than the petty squabbles and violence outside the libraries walls. I have everything I need here.. in exchange for translating texts now and then." He says and drifts about three feet into the air and seats himself in midair. "Though... perhaps if people were not so skittish about my mind touching theirs.."
"Cali is not common in that," Desmond rumbles thoughtfully. "Myself and Kesslan being two who are not. Though you might do well to ask before making use of your powers, so as to make sure that those who you touch are agreeable to it." The big male turns the book down against his slap, musing quietly on the matter.
Tu'ul appears to ponder this for a long moment. *I'm not sure why the fear though, Most who know me, and know of me... know I pose them no fear. I am incapable of harming anyone in even the least in this form. Not that I would. Why are they SOO affraid of the touch of anothers mind?" He asks genuinely curious.
Desmond considers for a moment before offering, "Some, perhaps, like their privacy. They might believe, mistaken or not, that such touches might delve in places they wish not. See those things that they wish to keep hidden. Others, such as Cali, might be fearful. Something that touched her mind made her do unfavorable things. Though the fear is unreasonable, it is what it is and such emotions are irrational things that can only be overcome slowly."
Tu'ul nods to this, *In Caliopa's case I can understand, her mind was violated by soemthing unnatural and it caused her pain. However.. those who know anything of the mind know that simple Telepathy cannot peirce the veil of surface thoughts. I can get feelings and rough readings of what you might be thinking if I tried, but I'd really rather not know. If I know before you speak your mind... what point is there in conversation?* He asks gently.
Desmond nods once. "But there are many who don't know such things. There is much about this that I don't know. It is the way of those who don't know to be wary of that which is new.. is uncertain. One must simply accept the ways of others and adjust to accommodate those who are not as we might like."
Tu'ul drifts back and his starts to gently float around the room, forcing your eyes to follow him if you want to maintain contact. *What if I were to educate you about the mind and the ways those able to use it's full potential? Perhaps with someone who trusts me and who my students trust acting as an intermediary.. Clear up what can and cannot be done. This way there are no misconceptions.. andit might offer new insights into protecting yourself from such things if you must.*
Desmond does slowly slowly trace Tu'ul's path with his eyes. "Such is not a bad idea. Sharing knowledge can ease those who are uncertain. But even so, you will have to accept that there are some who will not bend and deny still such a touch. BUt rare are those who are so determined to maintain a separation. For those, one can only comply with their wishes."
Tu'ul sets his drift into a gently chaotic spin, flipping end over end and spinning around in circles. *Perhaps.. I must meditate on this Desmond. Thank you for your patience and tolerance. Get well soon.* he tells you and his form fades from semitransparent, to completely transparent, thenhe is gone.
Desmond blinks as Tu'ul fades away again. A soft grunt emitted as he looks to the side, picking out a cookie. Biting it lightly before he flips his book around once more to resume his reading. Your vote has been recorded.Tags:desmond, tu'ul
