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farawayplace2023-07-07 02:48 pm
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[MINI EVENT] ☆T A N A B A T A☆
Those from the four regions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and Sinnoh will be very familiar with the sight of bamboo stalks that are left outside decorated with colorful and sparkly paper decorations. There are people gathering around, helping one another put up paper amulet of varying colors to tie around the bamboo branches. On each amulet is a single wish that’s been handwritten by someone.
One can only hope that their wish will be heard…
At night, there’s a surprise to be found: an alternate colored Jirachi is out dressed in what’s clearly a handmade costume. Around its neck, is a colorful paper chain made of sparkly origami paper.
Not only has Jirachi come to grant wishes, Miniors are out and about bright and colorful. They’ll be dancing around seemingly trying to invite people to come join them in the festivities.
((OOC: Happy Tanabata! In the morning is a general mingle post. But as the evening sets in and Jirachi appears, it will start granting the wish written on your amulet whether big or small -- wealth, a long life, or maybe a way to return home. You're free to catch Miniors too, and there's a slightly better chance of encountering a shiny one as well. Just be careful of the ones still in their shell or you might just get a rather explosive surprise...
This event can take place at any town, so feel free to specify a location!))
[ he's gonna have a bad time if/when he goes online and gets bombarded with ads, memes & fake news ]
[Humans had managed to create something that was infinite...? As infinite as the universe...? A whole other universe, even?]
Can everyone access it? If so, does that mean...that everyone knows everything!?
[Volo had sometimes imagined that he might come to know everything, after meeting Arceus, if it chose to bless him with divine wisdom. Of course, that had
neveryet to happen. Is that what humans had created...? A way of becoming all-knowing?Just for now, the photographs were put to the back of Volo's mind, as he looked at Trip with a whole new level of awe.]
Do...do you know everything...?
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[Of all the ways Trip expected Volo might react, he never expected a question like that. His shoulders sagged and his jaw dropped and he looked... utterly baffled, then, flushed pink.]
N-no! I'm called a prodigy, but even I don't know everything. Nobody does! There's not enough time in the world to learn everything... no human being can know everything, all at once, a-a-and anyway...!
[That seemed to bother him more than expected, did he feel embarrassed at having to live up to expectations too high for him?]
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Look, it's just... you can find answers for questions if you go search for them... like this.
[Trip demonstrated an internet search.
In the background, the photographs have all been printed.]
But you still have to be smart about it, because some sources are more trustworthy than others. You learn which is which. It's not like books which have to be reviewed before they're published, anyone can write anything on a lot of pages, so you go learn from something like an encyclopedia or a website run by medical experts, or something run by a credible organization and not... the internet equivalent of a bunch of dumb teenagers hanging around the street corner or something.
[He'll give examples of each, although it really is a skill that would take longer to hone.]
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ifwhen Volo did get to meet Arceus...]Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have asked that question so directly. I suppose what I meant was...could anyone become all-knowing, in theory, with access to this...internet? But you have just answered that question, I think, even if I asked it in a clumsy way...
[Volo was struck by that unpleasant feeling of being in the wrong, but not fully understanding why. If someone had assumed he was all-knowing, he'd have taken it as a compliment. He'd always felt flattered when people asked to draw on the knowledge he did have, whether it was about history or Pokémon. But he was different to the people here. He was different anywhere.
He tried to reassure himself that Trip couldn't have been that annoyed, though, since he was proceeding to show Volo what he meant. This seemed like an important thing to know, so Volo tried to silence his whirling thoughts and concentrate. It was a lot to take in, but it made more sense than he'd expected.]
It sounds...
[He hesitated, wondering if he was about to say something stupid.]
...it sounds a bit like...myths and legends. They can contain some truth, but you shouldn't take everything they say as truth. You have to study them, along with other sources, to find out what's true.
And in the past, writings weren't reviewed. Ancient historians would write accounts of real events alongside legends, hearsay, moralising, even pure fiction...and that was considered quite normal. So...perhaps we've come full circle...?
Anyway...! Now I'm just thinking aloud. Thank you. I do understand now, why a person would not become all-knowing just through having access to all of this. Though, I must say, it's still an incredible thing...to be able to seek out information so quickly, even if it requires some consideration...
[Volo realised that things were a little quieter than they had been a few minutes ago: the machine that Trip had been using to produce the paper photographs had stopped its mechanical churning sound. Volo glanced expectantly in the printer's direction.]
Does that mean it's finished...?
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[At Volo's last question, Trip nodded also, gathered the photographs, and held them out to him, soundlessly.
He seemed to become more quiet and withdrawn again.]
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Then his chest and eyes began to ache, as he wondered if there was a way to make sure these photographs stayed with him, and stayed just as beautiful, if he were to get drifted back to Hisui. They would make wonderful souvenirs, for sure. No matter what his face looked like, he looked happy.
Volo turned to his companion, trying to find the words to describe how grateful he was, and what an incredible photographer Trip was! But Trip looked...troubled? Volo remembered, then, that he'd said something to ruin the atmosphere, only a few minutes ago. The pain in his chest and his eyes became sharper.]
Oh...I... - well, first, I must say that these photographs - your work - they're very beautiful. Thank you so much for agreeing to take them, and showing me how they become something I can hold in my hand. Really, it's been an unforgettable experience.
But...I fear I've upset you. Quite unwittingly, if I have, but that's not an excuse, is it? No, not when I'm trying to be a better person -
[He was rambling again. About himself, too.]
Are you alright?
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His first instinct was, of course, to retreat into himself and withdraw from everything and everyone else, but, Volo's praising his photography, his hobby that didn't mean very much to most people and he described them so warmly.
He could, cynically, think the glowing praise was simply because Volo was given free prints, but no, Volo's new to this time and this world and he seemed genuinely appreciative of it all, enthralled, even.
Trip's stubborn reticence gave way to a more genuinely moved and surprised expression at Volo's last question. He watched him, rather owlishly, with wide eyes, but didn't know what to say. The cynical part of him insisted all of this concern was for show or out of a sense of being indebted to him, not genuine care... but even if they were, it wasn't common that someone would ask.]
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Thank you. You're better than most, I think.
[He didn't know Volo well enough to judge, truly, but the pained look in his eyes felt genuine and the regret too, even against Trip's doubts... if he's aware enough that he's trying to be better than he was before, he's already better than many... and he showed concern, instead of tiring of him or being repelled by his, admittedly, very extreme reaction.
Trip disconnected his camera, gathering his things, and gave Volo a genuine, appreciative smile. It's a fond and gentle smile, not a hint of arrogance or malice! The heavy gloom that had settled on him had also lessened somewhat and he left his seat with a lighter step, no longer bending under its weight.]
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Of course, nobody had to explain their feelings to him, and Volo knew that some people were more private than others. Even he could be private, sometimes, about some things. He respected that, even if he sometimes had to fight the selfish urge to press people on what was wrong, just so that he could know.
Usually it was the things that hurt the most. Things that had left scars in someone's heart. Volo knew that if someone accidentally reminded him of his own wounds, it wouldn't be their fault, even if it hurt him. Perhaps this was a similar situation.
Trip's smile did make Volo feel a little better. He matched it - not his usual wide grin, but a small and grateful smile.]
Thank you, again. I hope you continue to take your wonderful photographs, and make many copies of them, for everyone to see.