"To perservere in the face of such resistance, from your very world, is admirable." Wangji is a little taken aback at how hostile the world seems, even to those who are its own. Frankly he's a little lost for words, so he sips the tea he's been handed. It's delicious, and he hums appreciatively.
"On the subject of my own energy, in my world much of it is consciously sought after and perfected. You must maintain your body in order to create a core, this is what gives us the energy to do harder to perform movements or tasks, such as running on treetops. Once you have it you must choose to work to make it stronger to see greater strength."
He isn't surprised that the Sali have much to learn, only the forever ones seem to be able to look outside the islands they are on.
Awkwardly, Emporio takes the drink- he hadn't asked of course, but after Elidibus asked for him, he wasn't going to refuse it. And he listens carefully. This world rejects everything..? Everyone..?
He sips quietly, calmed somewhat by the scent. "...So then...even people born here had to create a connection...so then...the problem is we can't accept the world's energies normally..?"
It causes notable surprise to learn the Sali have had to adapt and draw the energy into themselves to be accepted. Not the act, but that the world itself considers them as much outsiders as anyone...
"Forgive me, I don't mean offense by this. But is your race not originally native to this world?" Sure they may be born here and have lived generations now but... If they were native, why would the world reject pieces of itself? That would be a very troubling condition.
Wangji's sentiment of respect seems reflected in the Ascian. The sali have adapted and overcome a considerable obstacle to their very existence. As to whom to address when speaking, the words are meant for everyone to hear and brief glances indicate this, though his focus remains on Omerka's still form for the most part. After all, that is whom is speaking to him.
"...My true form is not one which is corporeal. Perhaps you would call it a type of energy; I see such as aether, at their fundamental level. Even with the protections shrouding me, I feel the draw of this world intensely and it seeks to... hm." Elidibus pauses for thought. "Not just absorb me, exactly. But to change and become similar to it?" Because of the foreign 'language' of this aether, he can't say for sure.
"...It is difficult to explain. Mayhap it tries to draw me into its cycle and empower itself after all. My hope is to learn as much as I can teach in hopes of better understanding this world."
He seems confident there are many things he can teach and learn. Elidibus has no ill will toward the world; far from it. But for many reasons, not least his own safety and survival, it must be confronted and knowledge seems the best course.
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It's delicious, and he hums appreciatively.
"On the subject of my own energy, in my world much of it is consciously sought after and perfected. You must maintain your body in order to create a core, this is what gives us the energy to do harder to perform movements or tasks, such as running on treetops. Once you have it you must choose to work to make it stronger to see greater strength."
He isn't surprised that the Sali have much to learn, only the forever ones seem to be able to look outside the islands they are on.
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He sips quietly, calmed somewhat by the scent. "...So then...even people born here had to create a connection...so then...the problem is we can't accept the world's energies normally..?"
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"Forgive me, I don't mean offense by this. But is your race not originally native to this world?" Sure they may be born here and have lived generations now but... If they were native, why would the world reject pieces of itself? That would be a very troubling condition.
Wangji's sentiment of respect seems reflected in the Ascian. The sali have adapted and overcome a considerable obstacle to their very existence. As to whom to address when speaking, the words are meant for everyone to hear and brief glances indicate this, though his focus remains on Omerka's still form for the most part. After all, that is whom is speaking to him.
"...My true form is not one which is corporeal. Perhaps you would call it a type of energy; I see such as aether, at their fundamental level. Even with the protections shrouding me, I feel the draw of this world intensely and it seeks to... hm." Elidibus pauses for thought. "Not just absorb me, exactly. But to change and become similar to it?" Because of the foreign 'language' of this aether, he can't say for sure.
"...It is difficult to explain. Mayhap it tries to draw me into its cycle and empower itself after all. My hope is to learn as much as I can teach in hopes of better understanding this world."
He seems confident there are many things he can teach and learn. Elidibus has no ill will toward the world; far from it. But for many reasons, not least his own safety and survival, it must be confronted and knowledge seems the best course.