Open Eastern Brisshal A final trip around (Eastern brisshal)

[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Eastern Brisshal​

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Final walk

_____The old man had heard what the doctors told him, his final hours had started, they did not think he had much more then a day or two left in his life back in the real world. After so long all his struggle to live for the sake of his promise to his wife had started to count down. None of his kids had lived as long, their kids only wanted the fortune he would leave them and wore fake smiles. Jokes on them as all he owned was to be given away as the old man sat on the aged dead log running his hand along the moss as he looked out the small pond. This, was he first spot he spawned when he started the game almost seven years ago.

_____He did not plan to be in the game when he passed, the rumor one getting locked into the game to much for his heart to take as a tear ran down his face. he had already waited over twenty years for this day since he lost his wife, he wanted to be by her side not stuck in some game for even more time as he coughed up blood. Even this body was reaching a limit that his magic could not keep up with. He did not mind it, life was full of lose and he lived more then his share. What made the man weep was not that he had regrets, it was not the fear of the reaper.

_____It was the feeling of his final hours being alone, His family was not going to wait for him to pass in the hospital bed, he did not want to trouble the youth of the game to keep him company in his dying moments so he went to trace back his most recent adventures of the game. his sad expression cutting a small smile as he recalled his first meeting with people in the game, how they had to deal with one of his war flash backs as he picked up a stone and poorly skipped it on the lake. For a final walk, he was not doing much walking as he simply enjoyed his view of the setting sun.

"I'll be there soon my Melody, Just wait for this old man to say is goodbyes. Then you can tell me about all those stories you wanted to when you got sick of your youth..."

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[CamusVaric]

Well this place brought back memories for him. To think he would be back here. He had a goal when it came to exploring-- he wanted to see it all. It was an almost greedy thing, but this world was something that he had enjoyed more than anything. He couldn't help but remember when he was no longer able to log in to the game and how life had spiraled down for him. Then one day it was back, but it was similar but different at the same time. So perhaps that was why he ended up back here.

Things were a lot simplier back then, Terrasphere had just been some escape for him. The real world sucked and it was almost sad that he would sooner die here. His mind wasn't the best, and that was something that only got worse as the years had ticked by. He sighed as he thought about how things just got worse with time. "Yet here ya are. Thinking bout trying to change things? Doubt ya can do that, champ. Game or not-- but if ya could... why not aim for more."

A huff left him as he pushed back the little voice in his head, the little demon. "I'd rather not think of that shit." He kept his voice low-- not like there was anyone around. That was until his ears twitched slightly as he heard first what sounded like a stone being plopped into a body of water. A voice soon followed and he couldn't help but sneak up upon the old man. "It's just some old man-- kill him and." The little demon was getting worse and he hated it. No he wouldn't kill some old man who seemed to be lost in thought.

"Goodbyes? Thinking about trying to kill yourself here? Or perhaps this is some stage to reherse what these goodbyes will sound like." He shifted to take in the old man fully now, those crimson eyes seeing someone who most likely had some stories. When an old man spoke to themselves-- no one truly thought much about it. The old timer was going senial, but someone not old doing it meant they were crazy. Not so much in the game, since he had seen quite a few people speak to themselves here.

"I got some time to kill. If you so wish--- I'll listen to the rambles. No one needs to be alone when goodbyes are being talked about. So-- tell me, old timer. We aren't talking bout a death here, are we?" Camus wasn't that bad in all reality-- or rather the person behind Camus had never been a bad person. He knew not of rules of the game, nor did he really care at this point. He had his own issues.

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[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Eastern Brisshal​

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Final walk

"The death of both this character and myself young one... The doctors say I have only a few hours left to live and rather then spend them suffering in pain as they turn the machines off one by one at my request I am here to wait out until the final few. I dare not risk they end my life out there and I be stuck within this world away from my Darling melody a moment longer."

_____Morpheus would pick up another rock to skip it across the water as he looked out, seeing the shadow figure of the reaper like many times before watching him. Unlike the other times he did not try to fight it, nor run as this time it also did not seem like it would allow the old man to keep living with it over his shoulder or watching from afar. His gaze shifting skyward, some had their life flash before their eyes be his life was to long to cover in such a small frame of time.

_____The elf could tell he was not fully there, his grey eyes had already started to fade, his body seemed to react slower and less to things around it, his breaths slow and delayed. But deep under the skin thanks to the elf's hemomancy he could hear the roaring engine of a heart giving everything to keep him alive. His body not yet ready to just go silently into the night as he reached for a rock but seemed to grab some dirt. he did not wish to speak to someone who called him old timer, but did not have his usual vigor to smack the elf for calling him it.

"You should not see time as something you can or should kill. Every second of every minute to each hour, to the day, and so on is a gift. Do not value any given moment as less then such. Fate can steal it all away in a second and you will be left with nothing..."

_____Morpheus still had his wisdom of years, no near death state could stop that or take it from him. Hand finally finding another rock to weakly skip along the water as he tried to look for the elf with blurred vision. His mastery restoring his sight just enough to aid him. If he had one last task he would share some of that wisdom with this elf, he did not need to see him to tell he was a broken and fragmented person. He would lend his aid to them as a final quest as he seemed to regain some life.

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[CamusVaric]

So he meant death .. utterly and completely. "See just end his life for him. Call it an act of good will to him." That little demon pretending to be less of a demon and more of some saint. It was still always going to be a little demon to him. He had killed before in the real world, but he saw no reason to end this man's life for him. Yet, he could imagine that being on machines wouldn't be the best-- though he had said he was having them turn off at his own request. If he listened to the little demon, it was still that. He wished to die in the real world , not here. He knew not truly of if one died here. He truly was naïve in some sense , or perhaps just didn't wish to know said knowledge. The irony was he was quite a smart person.

Crimson eyes watched as the man would pick up another rock to skip it across the water. The man seem to not be fully there, he could tell that much. Though perhaps this would be better than to roam alone in some boredom. Yet he never would have thought he would just come to spend time with a dying old man. His ears slightly twitched at the steady beating heart-- one wouldn't have thought this old man had mere hours to live. He wouldn't have cared if the old man had tried to smack him . Okay he wouldn't have cared that the man was old , he would have reacted in suit. He didn't take kindly to people who simply struck at him, even if he probably did deserve it half the time-- most of the time. He shrugged at the man's words.

"Perhaps a gift to some. When to others they are not as precious of a gift. At least not when someone is speaking of the other side of this coin of life. You might wish to end your own life to reunite with this Melody-- but for some life isn't as simple. You simply have to die to get that. When some do not have things as cut and dry. What do you know of being left with nothing?" He couldn't help the words, they almost sounded bitter. They weren't the words of Camus, but more so speaking of the real world. Camus was simply a shell, a mask of who he tried to be. Terrasphere as a whole was a get away, but it can only do so much for him. Something would always be right there chasing after the other.

He might have spoken out of line to the old man, but he watched him and didn't leave. "Why not just stay here if the outside world is too painful? Isn't that an option for you? Isn't there a way to bring this Melody here? Then you could just continuing ... unless you want to actually die." For someone so smart, he couldn't piece together everything. Not like he could on some aspects. Sometimes being so smart could also be a bad thing. "Don't you just want to just that. Run away--" He shook his head. "Shut up..." he muttered to himself. "I don't need you to tell me that much." He had been trying to run away.

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[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Eastern Brisshal​

215 / 215

Final walk

_____'What do you know of being left with nothing?' Was that really what the young elf had just dared to say to Morpheus. A weak vein popping on the old man's head as he tightly gripped the log to avoid swinging at the boy yet again. He hated how the newer generations acted like everyone else had not dealt with things like they had, they had little to no idea what it was like to live as long as Morpheus had and experience as much of both good and bad.

"Oh, yes I know nothing of being left with nothing... Not like I lost my wife Melody twenty years back to illness, and was told by her as a last wish to live as long as my body could. Not like I had to sit in the front row of funerals of all my fellow soldiers, Not like I had to watch as some of my kids even died before me, the others and their children wishing me death so they could take what i had built over years of hard work, struggle, bloodshed, and pain. Oh clearly none of that feels like being left with nothing...

Maybe Having to go about life so long you start to deal with your own body shutting down, having to keep around only by the whim of technology you had even grown up without. Have to watch the world go about so much change over so little time you can barely keep up. No, no I clearly don't know about getting left behind... Fucking child.... You have no right to say that fucking shit to me..."

_____Morpheus did not raise his voice, glaring at Camus as he shifted to look at him better. He was fine if people wanted to baby their kids or whatever but when they overstepped around him he was not the 'gentle hand' parent. He was military born, raised, served, trained, and retired. Morpheus would not let their precious little Timmy, sally, Kevin, or Karen keep acting like they deserved the world and to be treated like spoiled brats that never had to deal with problems they caused.

"My Melody died out in the real world, And I am not they type to risk the notion that Dying out there locks me in here to keep me away from the woman who helped me deal with the worst parts of my life. The woman who gave me reason to keep fighting even after she left my side. You say life is not cut and dry, but that is because you fucking children love to toss it into the ocean and claim such. You all love to add unneeded things, love to over complicate the simplest task. If all you plan to do is make me mad then you can leave you spoiled brat, I refuse to indulge your 'I matter more' bullshit in my dying hour.

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[CamusVaric]

Camus was smart, a bit stubborn and hard headed and a bit of an ass-- though smart. He as a character had been designed this way, but the player behind him, was smart as well. Though he really hadn't thought of his words before he had spoken. The man was old, he must have known plenty of lost-- he didn't know how old the other was per say. Hell, the thing about Terrasphere was no one knew what the player behind the character actually was like. One could simply hide in this world , interact with people they never would have or never could before. A person could create their ideal persona-- and yet the player behind Camus... was more and more like his character persona now. Though no one had to know what he was like as a player.. he could continue to hide behind his character mask. Though crimson eyes did note the weak vein popping in the old man's head. He didn't know just how much his personality made the other wish to deck him-- he had that effect on people.

So the old man had lost his wife long ago to some sickness and lost plenty of people. He was unwanted. This was the first time he had even encountered a player speak of their so called life in the real world. He couldn't feel sympathy towards the other as he spoke of how he knew nothing of losing things and being left with nothing. Yet crimson eyes seemed to roll. The man didn't raise his voice, but the man was still stern. He had the type of voice which spoke that he wouldn't take any bullshit from anyone. Though Camus wouldn't leave. No this became a point now. He huffed and went to square up against the man more so. Crimson eyes glaring at him.

"Look old man, you don't know anything either. I don't see anyone else here trying to indulge some old timer as he speaks of his glory days. Are you expecting someone to mourn. Someone to hold your hand and cry as you wait out your last hours? Well you know what-- you don't know a thing about me either. If you want to be with your wife so badly-- why wait out your days? Why have you not tried a little thing called killing yourself. Or you know... asking someone to kill you. Assisted suicide is a thing or whatever. I don't really care."

He wasn't backing down. He was now going to prove the old man that he wasn't going to be so easy to get rid of. This was how his mind worked, at least when it came to being in the game. Though he was about to indulge the old man in on things that no one had ever heard. He was on a roll and well it just sort of came out.

"I might not have had to watch children die. Watch old buddies die. Though you know what, you don't know a bloody thing about me. Don't know what it was like to never have your own family even give a damn about you even once. Well that's wrong, there was one person. Though you know what -- I was taken from my sister. Literally sold away and didn't get to even say good bye. At least you had a reason to fight. Though yeah I don't shit about life, because the old geezer knows all."

He wasn't exactly the most stable and the cackling in his head-- it didn't help. It was even egging him on to go off on the old man. It oddly felt good to say such words out loud. Words he could never have said out in the real world. In fact he continued.

"Bet you knew all about having to keep looking over your shoulder too. I'm not leaving by the way. Cause bloody leaving gives you what you want and I don't feel like doing such. So you get to endure with me during your dying hours. You chose this, old man. The moment you decided to try to school me and how I was some fucking child-- that is the moment you bloody had your fate sealed."

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[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Eastern Brisshal​

215 / 215

Final walk

"Guess you have worse hearing then me little imp. I am still fighting to stay alive, have been all this time because my last promise to my wife 'live until your body decides it's time.' For both our sakes she said. Unlike you newer generations when we make a promise we fucking kept it. You right, I don't know about you or what you gone across in life but my statement still stands don't go thinking others ain't dealt with things.

'Not have to look over shoulder' Ever been into a war zone kid? Korean war, Vietnam, Lebanon crisis, Dominican civil war, Cambodian civil war to name a few. Ever had to worry about any choice you make costing the lives of others? I did not come here to ask for people to spend time with me if you have memory to think of something other then yourself you know that. I'm here to not be in as much pain. If you want to keep acting like a spoiled 'damaged' baby then I'll take my leave. I do not have the energy to speak to deafened ears or offer a helping hand to those that slap it away claiming 'they are better and don't need it.' like you seem to be."

_____Morpheus tried to stand up to face Camus who decided to square him up. Even as his back screamed at him, he stood at attention before Camus. Matching eye level, while the boy might have to look down on most others it was not the case for Morpheus. His built frame gave him the edge on intimidation to some who might be watching, and as Divine magic roared ruffling his Kimono he had a small lead over the boy in combat in game also.

_____But Morpheus knew some people needed to simply have the shit knocked out of them to get a message across, sadly he did not raise his hand against infants so he reached for his cane and started to walk away. If Camus wanted this spot he could have it, Morpheus was not in the mood to bicker or deal with his high horse attitude when he wanted his final moments to be peaceful. Turning his head just slightly as Morpheus spoke in a different tone.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that type of life, but if you keep making enemies of everyone it will be the end of you and the cycle will never end toddler. One piece of advice, take it if you want it... Treat others the way you want to be treated..."

_____Morpheus tone was that of care, soft and focused as he returned his focus on where he was walking. Staggering a bit as his Magic started to ease without the threat of fighting making it work overtime. He got a very clear idea the boy was not going to listen to advice, and if he dealt with him more he would not be able to avoid trying to deck him to deal with his brash attitude. What generation forgot to teach thier kids to respect their damn elders...

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[CamusVaric]

He wouldn't be backing down, something about wishing to constantly do the opposite of what other's wanted. Sometimes it was stubbornness or pride, sometimes he just wanted to be a plain thorn in the side to those he came around. He tended to make plenty of enemies , more so than friends. Alright, so sometimes he could do things that helped him rather than hurt him. Yet the was, one would never know what side of the unpredictable elf they would get. He actually could be kind , something most might not even think was capable of the silver haired elf. Yet, the player who was Camus had been a very kind soul. He just hadn't had the best life and that had made him change. Life got worse rather than better. Now he was here arguing and picking a fight with an old man. Those crimson eyes of his blazed slightly as he watched the other. A little click of his tongue.

"I've never been in a war. Though I've seen plenty of what battle can cause. Just because I might not be as old as you-- it doesn't mean shit. I've made plenty of choices that have cost me and even put lives in danger. I will not treat you with respect or even leave you alone, because I am no toddler. And what would you even know about me?"

He just got to deal with the cackling in his head, and he wished the little demon would just stop. He just tried to push it back and ignore it. He was after the other. The old man told him about treating others the way he wished to be treated. Something about that just pissed him off. Perhaps it had something to do with his life being so shitty as it was. He had to adapt to survive. He did something rather stupid, he jabbed his finger at the old man's chest.

"You see that advise might be lovely to some. Though guess what it doesn't bloody actually work in practice. Good in theory but not in practice. You don't know shit about me, what I've had to deal with. I've had to adapt just to survive. I could be as kind and caring as anything, yet you know what. What bloody good that actually has done me in the past and even now in my life. You can move locations , but guess what I'm gonna prove you wrong. I won't leave, cause that is exactly what you want. So want to try to be some wise old timer who spreads wisdom. Go for it. And by the way, seeing as I don't know what else to call you. I'll just call you what you are."

He shrugged as those crimson eyes watched the other.

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[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Eastern Brisshal​

215 / 215

Final walk

_____Morpheus had seen this type of person before, hell one of his kids was not that much different so he knew a few things about this. The first, he was not the person they needed to get out of such a place. He was a hammer, they needed a needle and thread. Someone needed to navigate the brash hostile 'forced' nature of a person to find the 'true' person they claimed was deep down. Sadly Morpheus was only good for buffing out small damage.

"If you really believed that, why keep trying to prove it? All I keep hearing from you is repeated words, repeated actions, just like a toddler fighting their parents..."

_____Morpheus sighed, Hand reached out to tap Camus' shoulder if he would let him, there was no pressure simply a light tap as the old man kept walking. He was not going to humor the kid, he clearly wanted to stay damaged, to keep adding more damage to the world, that was not what Morpheus would allow. He had seen to much strife to want to deal with it in his final moments. Maybe if he met the kid when he was younger he could have helped, but this was not in his power anymore.

"I do hope one day someone comes along and gets to see this so called 'good' side of you toddler... But I am not the person that is going to deal with you attacking me with words while I try to be nice. If you want to keep living by 'I was hurt so I'll hurt others' then go ahead. When you reach the waiting room of the afterlife I'll be sure to swing by to ask how it worked out..."

_____Morpheus moved his hand to open his UI, he would only give the boy one last chance. If he kept being hostile, rude, and otherwise not listening Morpheus would clearly rather suffer in the real world then let him ruin his last minutes at this point. Some people just let themself get broken, and did not accept help, some people bent so far and so long they forgot what it was like to be a strait arrow. Nothing an outsider could do in those cases...

~Possible thread exit post~​

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