Sarafina Moms at Will

Sarafina Moms at Will
Date of Scene:	22 December 2012
Location:	Fluorgis - City
Synopsis:	Sarafina decides that Will needs a talking to and shouldn't be left alone after his encounter with Leida.
Cast of Characters:	Will Sherman, Sarafina Carenze

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Will Sherman has posed:
Will walks...more like marches out of the Shard Seekers HQ, he can't take it, he's barely keeping himself together. He said those words to Leida, sure, but the compassion runs heavily in him. Part of him hates himself for it, the other part hates that self for wanting to hurt her. Manhattan is still on his mind even after everything and he finally just comes to a stop near the center of town and just sits down.

He isn't sure what to feel...Guilt still weighs heavily on him, and putting it on Leida for a brief moment finally dragged everything back out. Worse, finally the problem was nailed...he really can't forgive himself after everything. It /was/ all because of him.

Finally he places his face in his hands, trying to shut the world out.

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
Sarafina follows out a bit after Will--she's delayed because she has to say a thing or two to Leida herself, but is after him in short order. IF he was full out running, she might not have caught up, but as it is she has to jog a bit to actually catch up, managing to find him after he's sat himself down.

"Oi Will." She says, approaching. "Sorry if I was coming on harsh there, you want to go out and get a drink?" She doesn't know how much Will drinks, if at all, but she assumes that most people generally do through her experience since it's usually healthier than water.

Sarafina: Still medieval.

But she thinks now's a good time to rethink any policies regarding drinking if Will does not partake as is.

Will Sherman has posed:
Will looks up as Sarafina finally catches up with him. He looks at her for a moment, and shakes his head, "No...you were right. Stuff needed to be said..." he sighs, "Maybe your right, maybe it is because I hate myself...or I can't forgive myself for everything." he looks down. "It wasn't fare of me to blame her for everything...though demon or no, she's..." he shrugs, "No worse that Riku...and I can easily forgive...no I didn't easily forgive him. I almost killed him too." he mutters.

Then...

"Sure. Lets get a drink. God knows I am old enough, just...vouch for me when the bartender gives you a dirty look."

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
"A lot happened to make Manhattan fall. It was your home--I'm not sure how long it was your home, but it was your home. I suppose I was lucky, in that we had just begun to settle in before it happened. It wasn't quite like losing our home again. Not...quite. Hear a secrt?" She smiles faintly. "I blame myself too, now it's not so much dramatic, but the defense, real sloppy. Lines of communication weren't clear, ende dup focusing more on evacuation than saving the place. Maybe I could've had a little more faith. And while it may seem foolish, in times like these--faith in a better tommorow isn't so much a crutch as a neccessity to get up in the morning." She laughs, "This is Fluorgis, doubt they care that much, but I'll vouche, sure, i'll vouch for whatever you want."

She pauses for a moment and adds, "You're not a killer, Will. You TDA folks aren't killers. You may be sorely tempted, but at the end of the day, you'ren not gonna kill. And that's fine. There's no shame in that. You aren't soldiers, you right wrongs--don't make 'em, and one thing I learned as a soldier is that very few people really do deserve to be shot in the face. There are some, sure, broken people with broken heads, but even then, lord only knows."

She pauses for a moment and then starts walking towards the nearest bar, she's at least aiming for a relatively nice joint, though one that isn't too busy at this point in time anyway--though finding one with nobody will be rather difficult.

"But Riku, Leida, they're children. They were children when they took in the darkness. In a just world, they would just have their tantrum and calm down, but the world isn't so just. There's this magic, this 'darkness', it seethes into them and corrupts them, inside and out, and then it's too late for regrets. It's not fair. They don't know what they're doing. They're teenagers. And teenagers think they know what they're doing, but they don't."

She frowns. "Naturally, my greatest fear is that I will outlive my own children. A bit silly, mm? Well, you didn't even get a chance to have a tantrum. Feh! Fairie folk. Only they would think to do that to a poor fellow like you."

Of course there are some advantages to immortality. "Still, you seem to have made it out okay. You've got friends, and I don't see you having trouble making more."

Will Sherman has posed:
Will follows behind Sarafina, it was odd, despite their relitive ages, she defintely was a bit more...mature. Perhaps it was his own nature, or maybe his personality.

"No, it was the right thing to do...people getting out is better than everything being lost. You didn't have to do anything at all...but you fought with us, against your own home too.." he says, shaking his head, "I appreciate everything you and your husband has done, Sarafina. And your kids...heh, I guess they are cuter cuz they ain't mine," Will comments with a grin.

"I was...younger once. I may have been born in his form, but I had no memories...no knowledge of anything. The doctors thought I was going to be dumb, or that I was broken in some way...but the person who found me...as much of a mother as anyone else has become, saw the intelligence in me. She spent a long time teaching me, even if I found out later half of it was wrong...but eh, progress?"

Images flash in his mind, you might even see it in his eyes of the memories of the woman he called mother. He met her in the middle of her life...

"Will..." he remembers her voice, "Say your prayers again, I didn't hear you the first time." she says gently...

"Will..." the voice continues, "Your father is not feeling well, please help me carry this up to him?" the woman, years older...

"...Will..take...care of...your brother.." an old woman stares at him, as he clutches her hand, "You...still look as youthful as the day we found you...Will.." she says with tearful eyes... "Please..."

The images fade, and he shakes his head. "It if wasn't for her, I dunno...maybe I'd be like them. Like Leida and Riku...who knows." he pauses as they walk. "That is a scary thing to do, Sarafina. I have...many times, outlived those around me. My parents...my brothers and sisters...my wife.." he shakes his head, "It never gets easier. I am sure one day, I will have to say goodbye to everyone here I know and love now."

"Depressing, I know...but. Once, when I was a younger immortal, I just lost my brother. I became withdrawn from the world...afraid to talk to people...to get involved. I didn't feel pain for that time...but I did not feel comfort and love. I'd rather experience loss...again and again, rather than feel nothing."

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
Being 300 doesn't mean you have a 300 year old mind, naturally speaking. Age and mental age are always different and, of course, after being 300 what is 'mature' might take on an entirel different meaning anyway. Age is not just time, it's also the body. Feeling the aches and pains of time on yourself changes one's perspective. As does having one's own family. And knowing that you are likely, god willing, to be gone before your family is gone. A lot of maturity is about these things, being entirely immortal comes with some of these perks but others--well--not neccessarily. And it comes with its own problems and benefits, much like any gift or, as some might say, 'gift'.

Sarafina listens to Will's story. She can't see images in someone's thoughts, she is not even the most empathic of people naturally, but she does see Will as a friend and she can tell when he's thinking back. Of what? She doesn't know. She can guess at the sorts of things, however. Is it a mother and father? Brothers? She doesn't know. Naturally he mentioned mother, so there's at least one good guess of the people he's seeing right now.

"Who knows if they have had even those." She says. "To hear Leida speak of it, she had nothing but agony and lashed at those around her. Doesn't excuse it, of course, but it's understandable. More understandable to me than people like Maleficient who seem to revel in the very ideas of treachery for its own sake. I don't understand Golbez, now, or the King. The King, our King--you understand, of course, that Baron was not always a monarchy, the first King overthrew a corrupt council--they ruled wisely--aye, I see the weaknesses in such a system, but I must admit--democracy? It does not appeal to me. It confuses me. How can anything get done? But I suppose there is at least that, if one councilman is corrupt at least there are many more who may not be."

She normally wouldn't go off on democarcies when it involves someone from Manhattan but Will is 300 years old, he probably actually remembers monarchies.

"Sometimes more is asked of us than it is of others. That's the way of things. I would have preferred to have lived peacefully in Baron for the rest of my days. But when your time comes, you'll know the good you've done, not just from your seal and from existing, but from the work you've done for others on your own initiative. And when you return to your wife you'll have plenty to tell her, lord knows, but you won't regret it, then. because you made do, and you did well. Three hundred years of good karma--you will recognize it then, even if you do not now, in times such as these."

They're probably in a bar by this point, she'll pay for Will's drink, courtesy of Reize's dime. Or at least it will be Reize's dime eventually thanks to the fluidity of economics.

"It would have been the same for your mother. She knew you could accomplish great things, even when few did. Now, of course, you know much more about the world, you care for those who nobody else cares for--that legacy of hers, it seems, lives on through you." Though she might ask him to clean up more, knowing mothers, but Will has had a hard day--Sarafina doesn't mention it.

Sarafina lifts her beverage. "To the strangest city I've ever lived in with the most unusual smells!" She swags the whole thing down in a single gulp.

"Don't feel bad, outliving me, I have commited many errors both in judgement and moral fiber. But if I die, will you make sure my kids turn out--what's that New York word--ah yes--'kosher'?" She is probably misunderstanding the word but the gist is clear enough. "I'm not as good a mother as yours."

Will Sherman has posed:
Will orders something, an ale, he isn't going to push Sarafina's dime, not now anyway. He listens as she talks, and nods a few times... "I get what you are saying...I never thought about it like that. I have seen it go throughout familes...what one knows, passes down through the lines of families for good or ill. But...I never thought about it in reguards to me." he considers, "When you say it like that...kinda makes everything seem less meaningless," he admits.

"Feh, karma, sometimes Karma is nothing more than a petty man in the right place at the right time." he comments, "Fate is a fickle mistress, I know."

"Democracy works because of personal responsibility. It exists the way it does because it suffers from the idea that everyone is personally responsibile for themselves, and will remain informed and active in their government." he comments, "Of course, this is not always or even often the case. It is not a flawed government...it is the people that are flawed...but...I guess that is what makes humans so amazing." he continues.

"They struggle, the make bad choices, they are petty, but...many of them despite all of these flaws, rise above it. They deal with the question of life in a world that is seemingly whimsically cruel. I might not be human, but...I love them so much. I guess, I myself have become a lot more human because of it."

He lifts his cup up, not downing his so fast. He does drink it, slowly, and then puts it down. He shudders after a moment, before belching loudly. "Sarafina, don't say that. You made mistakes...I guess it's part of being human. Rather your wings say otherwise or not, but you're not bad. In the end you chose what you felt was right...and try and be a good mother to your children, and still try and fight to correct the wrongs inflicted on them and you..." he shakes his head, "There is no yardstick in being a mother, you can only do what you can. Your children and husband still love you...and that is the greatest thing any mother can ever aspire to. But.." He says, "If anything happens, I'll look out for them. Just, don't go looking for it."

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
Sarafina gets democracy explained to her. It seems perhaps even more ridiculous. If Sarafina knew Setzer Gabbiani, she'd compare it to being the equivalent of putting him in charge. She shakes her head faintly, setting down her glass. She runs her index finger across the rim, but she abandons the argument with regards to government for the time being. Her role right now is to listen to Will's woes and maybe share a few of hers, not be an intellectual. She got a bit ahead of herself there.

"Funny story, the wings don't even bother me anymore. There's talking ducks, I'd have to be insane to be obssessed with them even now." Though she also thinks of the mutates and thinks better of actually bringing up their name, last thing she wants to do is make this poor fellow worry about Avira anymore than he already is and all things considered, she does seem to be handling it well. Good for her, really.

"What's more important to them?" She asks. "That I fight the good fight or that I'm there with them, now, after I took their home away from them?"

She smiles, though, "But thank you for saying so. Glad you're back, Will. Now don't tell Mercade, but before you were back--well--I told him that you didn't escape with us. He took it hard. He's a good friend, you're lucky to have each other."

Will Sherman has posed:
Will nods to Sarafina, "Perhaps they recognize you as the master now. Or are waiting for their chance to be in charge...just, don't ever let your guard down. But I guess that is true with any power...some is just not as open about their desires than others." he says, looking at the Wings. HE CAN SEE YOU IN THERE.

"I would imagine, to them, what is important is their mother...and their home. They would rather have you, than anything else...I can probably imagine that Dion thinks the same. Homes can be rebuilt...people.." he lets it hang.

Will was starting to feel better...maybe it was the ale. Which he is trying to finish.

Really he is!

He looks a bit sad at the Mention of Mercade. "I figured he would be...and I know...I know. Mercade is..one of the few people in all of the worlds I trust without question. He's a good man, a good heart...he is the example of what humanity should want to be like...well.."

Will shrugs, "Mostly, he's human like anyone else...that man is never going to get anywhere with Avira if he doesn't make the moves," Will smiles at that, "It's why I chosen to help him. He's what Manhattan...no all worlds need. Because he doesn't think so is exactly why."

Then he looks at his own hands, "But right now...I need to take care of myself before I can help."

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
"Avira huh...really?" Sarafina isn't the sort of person who is inclined to hijinks otherwise she'd probably come up with a ridiculous Shakespearian plan RIGHT THEN AND THERE. But she isn't inclined to hijinks so she just mulls on it for a few moments and then, really, stops worrying about it. Mercade is an adult and can make moves or not and be responsible for either. She isn't going to fret it, even if it'd be romanticuuu as hell.

"Well, he's a grown man, he can handle his romantics himself." She shrugs a shoulder faintly, tapping her chin with an index finger. "Well he's a good man, good men are always in short supply. But more than that, I think, is that he's an intelligent man. And those are in shorter supply. I don't mean that in the sense of book smarts, of course, but I do mean that in the sense that he..."

She trails off. Is there a non-insulting way to say 'he can understand words coming out of people's mouths and respond accordingly'?

No there isn't.

So she just trails off. "But as we've said you don't have to do that alone. Least not all of it. Do you have any leads?"

Will Sherman has posed:
Will shrugs, "I think maybe Faruja might be a decent start? At least a begining of failure? Their church obviously might have similar issues...and a large array of magic. Maybe it's something to at least start...or something." Will really is out of ideas, or even trying to find a place to start. It's as good a spot as any...

t"I really don't know...the fae were from our world...and it's gone so.." he looks down, a little, "Well...no, there is D's book. Maybe it might have a clue...again, it's all up in the air." Will shrugs. "I know I am not one for not having a plan but...man it just feels like there is little I can do again...I can't just sit around and let the seal weaken but..."

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
Sarafina Carenze has a positive opinion of Churchmice. "Mm, seems reasonable." She says. "He is a holy man, though I know not of what Church," Sarafina is vaguely religious in the sense that she believes in an afterlife and whatnot but she doesn't really believe in a particular religion. She is an engineer by trade and probably imagines Heaven has a lot of sprockets and cogs and, with any luck, cannons you can fire into the underworld with which might explain a thing or two. She hasn't met Hades. She'd probably rather avoid him.

OR COULD HE GET HER SUPER AWESOME MECHA WINGS AND ALSO A LASER CANNON AND no no no she is noble, she has control over her dreaded mad engineer impulses!! She will not be tempted by this hypothetical scenario! Never!

Though she does have to ask, "D's book?"
Yeah no clue there. sarafina always feels like she's one step behind everybody else in understanding this world but she's not sure if htat's because she's not paying attention or she's just getting 'too old for this shit'. Luckily, she supposes, that there's paths of knowledge that she has that are eternal.

She'll stick to trying to understand the engineering impossibilities she keeps running into.

"That may be to your advantage too, there's no use worrying about it," regarding the fae. "Lord knows they might try to stop you from dealing with this problem, or worse. Other worlds may be the answer. I think starting with Faruja is a good start, but don't get discouraged. There's a lot of mystery to examine, after all, and understand. As long as there is time there are avenues to explore."

Will Sherman has posed:
Will nods to Sarafina, "I don't know about /reasonable/ but his heart is in the right place." he quips. He is hardly reasonable under the right circumstances...but eh, again flaws.

"Deidra has a book suposedly created by the Fae...maybe it'll have clues...maybe it'll have nothing. Maybe it'll turn people into frogs! Who knows." Will looks a bit frustraited, but mostly because of the nature of the Fae.

"Yeah...okay, I'll just go out there and maybe poke at things until all I can do is flip tables." he mutters. Ugh...and Faruja was going to make him ware /clean/ clothing. The things he does for friends...the things he does.

"Thanks Sarafina...for whatever it's worth. I'm at least glad I got to meet you."

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
NEXT TIME, ON WILL SHERMAN'S MAGICAL ADVENTURES

"Deidra! WHY DO I HAVE THREE ARMS?!"
"Gosh, the spell said it'd lend you a hand!"
Sarafina shakes her head. "I hope it goes well." She pauses. "Feeling any better?"
CLEAN CLOTHING?! Faruja truly is a monster in rat's clothing, but no hero's journey is without it's sacrifices.