[ PERMANENT. ] a (k)atch-all log for kenos

[dawnlord]

WHO: Set ( redsoil ), Bondrewd ( dawnlord ), Drizzt ( twohand ), et. al
WHAT: i actually can't stand month-by-month logs so i'm gonna crush my boys into one perma-log for anything outside of events
WHERE & WHEN: Listed in comment headers, or under the cut.
WARNINGS: General warnings for violence, vulgarity and unethical science. Will update/comment with warnings!


I struggle so hard w/ month-by-month logs, so y'all have to deal with my weird organization...

— [MARCH | SET] GOT NO SHAME, GOT NO PRIDE

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[cutlery]

[ Honestly, Bondrewd is the only case where Sebastian finds the connection of Stargazers tolerable. Calling it pleasant would still be a stretch, since he’s fiercely protective and guarded over his truest thoughts and feelings, but at least in this case, he has nothing in that realm to hide. As he tosses a ball of dough onto the counter and grabs a rolling pin to start rolling it flat, his own mind is dark, calm contentment. Simple curiosity is a fine compliment to it.

(Though for Bondrewd, there is that incredibly faint feeling reminiscent of the darkest parts of the Abyss, that something dangerous lay waiting in that dark—But for now, it’s quiet.) ]

You know, at times you sound like a demon, Mr. Bondrewd. At the very least, how you consider the world is not unlike our own.

[ It could be an insult to some, but he’s sure it isn’t to Bondrewd. It’s just an objective observation, since, well, that’s what made it similar, wasn’t it? Bondrewd looked at the world through a harshly rational lens, and it was the same one a demon applied. Sebastian may seem more human than him in many ways, but it was only because taking on a human disposition deeply benefited him. If it did not, they would be much closer.

The physical aspect was similar, of course. He looked perfectly human (too perfectly, even), but when it comes to details, well… That’s where the disguise didn’t hold up as well. Sebastian does give Bondrewd a curious glance as he mentions “striking”, but indeed, when Bondrewd so precisely hits the area, there’s nothing. Sebastian just looks perplexed since he’s not sure what response he was supposed to have given.

…It’s something he’ll have to try out on someone else later. For research, of course. ]

Well, I cannot disagree with the assessment. Of course, “evolution” is certainly not the same for my kind as it would be something mortal… But our purpose does tend towards the philosophical. To be opposed to all that is “good” is not the most satisfying purpose so far as mortal conception goes, and I imagine it is not in this case either. But if there is any commonality amongst my kind, it is certainly that.

[ That’s the explanation that he tends to simply give, but as he considers it from what interests Bondrewd—of question of biology and the like—he hums thoughtfully. He’s not sure if it applies, but in itself, that’s interesting, isn’t it? ]

Truth be told, I do not know if there is any sort of category we fit into as living beings. We do not reproduce, we are generally quite hostile to each other, and most conventional markers of life do not apply... And even among demons, there is a large diversity. Most are little more than beasts, and it is rare for even those more intelligent to have true immortality or such a diversity of skill as I. We are our own taxonomy, I suppose.

[dawnlord]

[ While not at all a sentimental man — at least, not in the most traditional or correct form of the word — he must admit that being around Sebastian felt deeply, wonderfully, like being back home in the Abyss. The alien quality of his mind, the unknowable ethereality of his body, the logic and ration of his bearing were all far more familiar to him than not. It makes him wonder — if he had been able to delve into the depths, would he have come to find entities like this creature before him? Certainly, the observable abilities of a Turbinid-Dragon to prioritize targets, heedless of their edible quality, and treat their meals sadistically was similar to what Sebastian had professed about himself.

By now, Farnese has likely wedged that fuzzy little body somewhere around Bondrewd's shoulders. A nice warm spot, between the back of his helm and the broad line of his back, leaving his hands free to fold together, attention bouncing between conversation and the motion of the preparations before him. His voice a low thrum, as he tips his head respectfully to Sebastian: ] Perhaps, to those who once existed, I was to them — what you truly are. There is a certain degree of derivation, in being called a "demon" when the origin of such a term stands before me.

[ Surely, the word had been thrown around in reference to him.

He takes no offense, in the end! ]

You would be a unique category, if you are — at all — something that can be classified as 'living' in the first place. Philosophically, you are "alive". You exist, you function, you even seem to possess a soul. On an existential level, any scholar of semantics might classify you as such. Much study has gone into the human body, after all. Enough so that even you can study, research, adopt its basic functions and observable traits... but, are you able to examine yourself in such a way? Or were you "born" knowing every inch of what you are capable of?

[cutlery]

[ Sebastian nods lightly with a little pursing of his lips that says “fair enough”, since from all he’s learned of Bondrewd and his activities in his own world, it was no surprise that he might earn the term. It’s vastly different to Sebastian, truthfully… But calling a mortal a “demon” can be an apt metaphor at times. It suits Bondrewd in some ways, but not others. He’s quite amiable, most notably.

Which may be an ironic thing to Sebastian to think as he so carefully, dutifully rolls out dough for a precisely prepared meal. Yet, it’s the motivation that differs between them. Bondrewd’s amiability is perfectly genuine, but Sebastian it’s little more than acting, albeit acting that he’s incredibly dedicated to. ]

That is where the definition becomes a bit muddier, or perhaps it’s that it simply becomes more philosophical.

[ He grabs a round dough cutter and starts to cut out pieces of the dough. Apparently, a kind of pastry or hand-pie is on the menu. It accomplishes the task of making the meal portable! ]

Demons are not “born”, or at least not without stretching the definition of what the word means. We simply come into being fully formed and with all the knowledge necessary to exist in our realm. Our realm also has little in the way of its own history or its markers, so what comes before we exist is a nebulous thing at best. By my perception, I simply always have Been. [ The stress on the word is because he means it in the theological sense more than the literal, but. ] Though I am old, even for a demon, and my abilities have changed over the eons, it is always something I have understood.

[ …Though, paradoxically, he also hates calling himself old. There’s just a twinge of what might be cringing to admit it, but he’s trying to explain this objectively. And objectively speaking… He’s ancient. ]

There are some cultures within the world that understand my kind more as a force of nature, more akin to fire or lightning than to a living, breathing being. It is not perfect, of course, but of all explanations for what we are… I do find that one to be most fitting. The religious frameworks that surround us are merely painted upon that base.