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Paradox of Being

Title: Paradox of Being
Location: Stacy; City Park
Note: Things may get confusing in this but one thing to remember: This is not magic that's being dealt with. This is pure Emotion, so when things like "Sadness" or "Euphoria" are mentioned, they are perceived as very solid, very tangible and very, very real. Expect the unexpected.

Renne had had to think through many things of late.

He'd wandered like he always does and confronted the things his mind put to him. He analysed everything in keen, close detail with full intent of extracting logical solutions. Except for many of his thoughts, logic hadn't fit the equation.
Emotion fit where Logic had not.

In exploring and analysing this massive ship (or as much as he knows by now), Renne settles on a spot "outside" in the City. He sits for a short while in meditation and hopes perhaps, that whatever he can give, it may be enough.

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Renne's silent now, concentrating on allowing her to 'see' the mirage-like image of a memory from years ago. It had once been painful, still is to the extent that all war is, but by now the pain had dulled.

With the proper situation illustrated, Renne "zooms in" on a particularly vicious bout between himself and a small team of mages. It's perhaps a safer method of showing her what he can do.

Renne was angry.

These creatures had slaughtered civilians in retaliation of Xyvoria's troops doing the same. Now, they were simply otu for a seemingly easy target -- the one no troops desired to defend. The mages however, were in for a shock.
They met an angry Renne and he unleashed the full ferocity of his anger out at them in waves.

Nothing seemed visible at first, that was the peculiar thing. Nothing visible and no wounds appeared on the mages' bodies. They simply stood frozen in place, faces pale as moonlight and tears streaming from their eyes.

The sound of Renne's anger was heard in their ears alone.

Here Katara's eyes were riveted to what was happening next. She knew that the mages were out to hurt Renne, but if he was still here, something must have happened to stop them. she paid close attention: she could see the anger on Renne's face, and wondered what he would do next. Whens he saw that nothing was happening, Katara's heart beat rapidly. What would they do.

But now she saw that they were frozen, that they weren't doing anything: and they were crying?

"Renne?" Katara whispered. "What's happening?"

At that, his ears comw down. A frown appears on his face. Logically, the next phase should come but the oddity offers one last warning. One last out.

"Rrr-enne ma-d. Ma-d, hurrr-t. Do Tarrr-Tarrr wahn-t see fohrrr trrrue?"

And she understood this, and was willing to brave it anyway. She took a quick breath, than exhaled.

"Yes I do," she said.

"Eee....Rrr-enne noh wahn-t Tarrr-Tarrr be hurr-ted."

Now he frowns outright. He'd never shown this kind of anger or what he could do with it to anyone. He'd even attempted to protect Billy from that kind of shadowy knowledge.

The image "zooms" in...

It was a place-time-state of torment. Anger, seething, red anger cold and hot at the same time. It was tendrils, creeping tendrils and thundering drums of pure, unbound fury. Anger, even hate danced like a madman's demons. Screaming sounded like a melodious song and the most melodious of song sounded like keening wails. The world here, could have turned Alice's Wonderland up onto its own dark head...

Katara concentrated: this was one of those moments she had to have all of her own emotions in check. What was more, she also had to still her own feelings of running away from this anger, this path of wrath.

Because she knew it, no matter what she said.

She had walked the path when Zuko joined them: she remembered trying to help him, and the betrayal that came. She remembered seeing Aang fall, and her desperate reaching out for him, saving him by only a hair breath's length, and the hate she'd felt for Zuko. He had used her emotions to his benefit and she wouldn't forgive that: she held onto a grudge a long time. Renne's anger was an extension of a maze, a long, dangerous trek that led her to the place she was before. The wrath in her heart, the instinct to cause pain: she knew it well.

So here she weathered that wrath, steadying herself. She knew better.

Now.

He never allows anyone to see much of himself openly for too long. In the case of dark things like this, it's an even shorter time allowed. Still, Renne permits what needs to be understood and when that's understood, he allows the memory-mirage to dissolve away. The pain and fury fade away quickly enough.

It's quite an old wound that one, from the Lying Queen of Xyvoria.

"Tarrr-Tarrr?"

Katara closed her eyes here, and waited. She knew that Renne might try to stop what she was seeing: the anger of someone was a very personal thing, she knew that for a fact. So when he ended it, that made absolute sense to her: she had seen a lot in her time on the ship, so it made sense.

She turned to Renne serenely, taking everything in. "Yes?"

"Eee. Tarrr-Tarrr noh be mad?"

Chirp. It may seem an odd question but he's got a strange track record what with revealing either his past or what he can do to someone. It hasn't always been taken nicely so he'd learned to be wary, to expect potential anger.

She shook her head. "Everyone has feeling like that, whether they want to admit it or not. I'm not saying its a good thing to be in a state of such anger and rage. I wouldn't want you to be in a place where these feelings got the best of you. But...I've gone through them too, Renne. Not quite the same way, obviously, but there was a time where I was ruled by my feelings of anger and pain. I'm not mad."

She smiled, and reached a hand out to him. "I just hope it never becomes something that consumes you. It almost did me once."

"Eee. Rrr-enne noh li-ke ma-d. Ma-d hurrr-t." Chirp.

Catching her scent shift a bit, the oddity leans forward and, when he finds her hand, offers a nosing nudge. At her last words, the oddity quietly nods.
A shadow passes over his face as fleeting memories dance at the edge of his mind -- memories he'd far rather protect his friends from.

"Yeah, I can imagine it does hurt a little bit," Katara said, giving his head a pat. "It hurt for me too, in a way."

Katara could see that there were conflicting feelings on Renne's face. "If there are things you'd rather not show me, I understand. But I have seen a lot in my time. I can tell you I'm pretty strong willed."

"Eeee. Rrr-enne wahn-t be hell-p to krrrit-terrr hee-rrrre."

Chirp. It pretty much boils down to that -- being useless to him is like a mariner without a ship or crewmates. Being useless, in his experiences, cuts one's chance of survival in half.

"Who says you aren't now?" Katara asked. "I'm sure that in time you will help people on the ship. But there's a lot involved in what we have to do, and well, you may find that just keeping people in good temperament is a big help. I know that, if I'm doing a working where I have to use my spiritual body, I have to stay grounded: its the only way to really accomplish anything."

Katara didn't think Renne's power was useless anyway. She was sure Negi would agree with that.

That earns one serious full-body blush. His paws come up to, albeit ineffectually, hide his face.

"Eeee. Rrrr-enne say than-k yeu, Tahrrr-Tahrrr."

Oi. Blushing like that, in front of someone, no less!

Katara nodded. "I'm only saying what I think. Even if I'd come to this ship with no powers at all, I would do what I can. You can do the same, I'm sure of it! Actually, I'm still really curious about how your powers work."

Katara was beginning to see she had a way of making Renne blush a lot. She hoped that meant he wasn't uncomfortable around her though: she thought it was cute.

"Eeee. May-bee, Rrr-enne show Tarrr-Tarrr?"

Chirping, the beastie's skin slowly fades down to its typical night-ocean blue. He's only offered one person before but now, perhaps Logic dictates another approach.

For an answer, Katara raised her left arm, hands curled, and met it with her right fist, lowering her head a moment. "I would be honored to learn, Renne."

This gesture was one of a student to a teacher, as Katara was slowly beginning to understand that this relationship would be on she was constantly revisiting on the ship. Nonetheless, it wasn't something she minded: after all, wasn't her teacher Arha training to become a Jedi?

It was clear to Katara that as long as you kept an open mind and remembered your own ways, you could never stop learning new things.

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