Log:Apotheosis

Grimm Family Matters 2020/08/19 Dialydd Radical Grimm 12

This room in the back is fully equal in size to the front room although this room seems to be part efficiency apartment and part workshop. It is tidy, but has a comfortably lived in appearance. The floors are smooth poured concrete but area rugs are scattered about to soften (and warm) the floor.

A high workbench with stool stands against the left wall (with relation to entering from the front of the shop) which holds a plethora of small mechanical tools and ample supplies.

On the right side of the room is a counter with cabinets above built into the counter is a microwave above/induction heating below cooking combo with a small sink to one side. A small refrigerator is below the cooking surfaces.

There is a low table with cushions around it in the center of the room next to as oversized divan also liberally strewn with cushions. A large skylight, centered above the table and divan and barred on the inside, brings in natural light into the otherwise windowless area.

Beyond the table and divan is a large futon style bed besides which rests a large desktop PDA on a low stand. A large pile of books sits on the floor by the bed along with a box full of embroidery/knitting supplies.

A truly immense claw style tub with a hand held shower attachment rests in the far corner next to a small room you may assume is a half bath. And last, a large wardrobe stands next to the closed and barred back door to the shop.

Dialydd rests on the divan in the back room of Copper Skeins. He has several blankets over his lower body and up to his chest. The aged youth has the crepe paper like skin of the elderly now and his hair is more silver/white than raven black any longer. Still, he has lost little of his supernal beauty being instead of glorious Spring, a starkly beautiful Winter.

His voice as he calls out to you is whiskey roughened now, but still deep and resonant.

Dialydd's working on something on his PDA, but one notes that he has a slight tremor to his hands now.

Grimm waves to the small pentapus manning the front of the ship. "Hey, Nona," she responds as she guides Radical to the back room. She smiles as they enter. "Hey, Dialydd. How're you doing today?" she asks kindly.

Radical follows Grimm into the back and waves, taking a look at Dialydd's current state.

"I cannot seem to get warm, ser Grimm, to answer your question," he murmurs before he chuckles. "This experience gives me a new view on gerontology. I think I could have made my grandfather more comfortable than I did looking back."

He nods to Radical. "Ser Radical, welcome." Dialydd indicates the end of the divan and the cushions. "Please make yourselves comfortable."

He then calls out to Nona in his native language and the pentapus calls back with some coos and trills. After a moment, it ambles in and heads to the kitchenette counter, climbing up the side as easily as walking across the floor.

Grimm gently sits sideways at the edge of the Divan. "Well, maybe I can help with that a little bit," she says of the cold. She nods towards the wall beside the divan and twitches her nose like the witch Samantha playfully. A full brick fireplace suddenly rises up from the ground, with a cozy hearth already ablaze and crackling. It radiates a soothing warmth. "We're here to see what we can do to help you."

Radical nods and takes a seat as well. "I was thinking that I might look into your future to see if I can see what might restore you. I know...that it might reveal that there IS no cure. But I'm hopeful, nonetheless. It's also worth noting that if I do see something...it isn't set it stone. The future that I see isn't truly fated. It's one possible future."

Dialydd sets down the PDA and holds his hands out towards the fire. "Ah, that is wonderful, sera Grimm, Thank you."

None makes a displeased sound but otherwise works, apparently, on putting together a tea tray.

"I promise there'll be no ash and stuff to clean up, Nona," Gabrielle smiles gently. She's reserved and a bit somber, but trying to be cheerful for Dialydd's sake.

"Cha, I do not mind, ser Radical," says Dialydd after a moment of contemplation. "I have nothing to lose after all," he adds with a smirk of a smile. "I am already dying after all. My latest self-scan shows the last of the organelles that, cha, that keep the Jerin youthful are shutting down. It is a matter of time now."

Radical nods. "Well, perhaps we can avert this, if we're lucky. I won't be able to see or hear anything here when I do this. But Grimm can speak directly into my mind if she needs to speak to me while I'm in the midst of the spell."

Grimm nods along with that. At his mention of it, Radical can sense Gabrielle's mind reaching out to make contact with his. "Just a good precaution and to help be a go between if needed," she smiles, albeit sadly at the news of Dialydd's health.

Radical lets Grimm make contact with his mind. He then takes a deep breath...and concentrates, looking into Dialydd's future, looking at the thread that represents his life and following it forward.

In a shocking short period ot time, days at most, the thread that represents Dialydd's life comes to an end or rather comes to ends. It suddenly fractures and moves off in several different directions as it comes to the hand of an ethereally beautiful woman even more lovely than Dialydd. This woman is clad in a blacker than black flowing hooded robe, over a simple gown made of the purest white light. Her pale white blonde hair spills out around her ageless face as her fathomless eyes contemplate the thread in her pale hand. A set of keys is tied to the golden belt at her waist, keys that are more concept than physical.

This tall, for she must be 12 feet or more in height, stands by a mirror smooth pool from which a river begins its flow. Behind her lies a tall, featurely Gate, one that sucks in all light, physical, but not, real, but not.

She turns her blue/grey eyes upon you Radical then seems to somehow look to the side at Grimm. "What do you wish of Me, child of Order, child of Chaos, child of the Destroyers, child of hope?"

Radical blinks, surprised that his attempt to see the future has been noticed. That fact has him...nervous. He's rarely nervous doing this kind of thing. "I was hoping to find a way to cure Dialydd. Or failing that, find out his ultimate fate." He also reaches back in his memory, trying to figure out who exactly he's talking to. Or at least seeing. There's no way to be sure she can hear him say that...but he also thinks it as he says it.

Grimm sits and waits, her focus split between maintaining the realistic fireplace illusion, Dialydd, and Radical as he delves into the future. She looks a bit more alert as Radical 'thinks aloud' as if talking to someone else. That's new.

Grimm receives the mental input from Radical. Along with his surprise and nervousness. She reaches up and gently puts a hand on his shoulder. A reminder she's still there with him even if he can hear or see her, and that he's still physically where he was when he cast the spell. She whispers aloud and directly to his mind in a reassuring way, "I'm still here. -You're- still here."

"His ultimate fate? That lies beyond even Our Sight. The child of my brother comes back to me, soon as mortals measure, to choose his path," the woman says. She does not look like a Jerin, more like an idealized human. She also, you now notice, radiates power as if she we're a living ley line, or rather, an intersection of such lines, a node. The power is Cosmic.

"These are Rebirth, this is Going Beyond, this is Apotheosis," she adds as she traces the various lines of the scattered threads that leave her hand. "None lead to the Destroyers. For that, We thank you for Our brother's part."

Radical nods slowly to himself, and he bows his head. He is reminded very strongly of the conversations he has had with Lord Antherion. He takes a deep breath and responds, "You're welcome. And...thank you. I shall intrude no longer." He has his answer, after all. With one last look at her, he ends the spell, returning his senses to the present day.

After he breaks the spell, Gabrielle looks concerned and confused. "Whoa...what...-who-...was that?"

Radical blinks. "I don't know. And I didn't feel...brazen enough to ask. She said she was Dialydd's Aunt, basically? She said he was the 'child of her brother'"

During this time, Nona has made a pot of tea, set up a tray and ambles over with it towards the low table to place it by Dialydd. It grumbles bit like a teapot itself as it sets it down.

"Cha, who is she? And which one of many aunts?" asks Dialydd in a genially confused tone.

"My father's sister? Well, there are twenty of them," muses Dialydd.

Grimm gives Radical's shoulder a squeeze when he mentions not being brazen enough. "I'm sure you've been plenty brazen before," she grins faintly, then slides her hand off his shoulder as the tea arrives. "Here, I'll pour us all cups while you two talk." She knows it'll help calm Radical down, and warm Dialydd up.

Dialydd makes a belated effort to grab the tea service but None moves it towards Grimm with a deft move of its tentacles. It then flashes a few glyps across its skin, presumedly at him. He settles back with a slight frown.

Radical takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He then describes her, as he saw her. "Beautiful. With a black flowing hooded robe. Pale white blonde hair. Ageless face. Probably...twelve feet tall? She was by a pool that was mirror-like....and led into a river? She looked...like an idealized human. But with...cosmic power."

Radical then adds. "She said that when you returned to her, presumably when you die, you'll get a choice. Three options. Rebirth, Going Beyond, and Apotheosis. Apparently your fate does not lead to The Destroyers. She thanked me for that."

Grimm pours Dialydd a cup first and serves him, then pours another cup for Radical and holds it out to him as she listens.

Radical looks to Grimm, "I have never had anyone sense me when I looked into the future or past. Never. Until today."

The aged youth listens quietly, his expression becoming a bit confused. "If she had keys at her waist, then I would say you have seen Eissa, the Keeper of Souls, the Lord of Death and Rebirth and Winter. It is to Her that Jerin souls go upon death. She guides us to our new lives." He blinks both sets of eyelids, inner and outer, a few times. "I...I am glad to know I will return to her. But, Rebirth I understand, Going Beyond I do not, and Apotheosis? What is that? And She cannot be my aunt, my father is Tavris. Eissa's brother is Reann, Lord of Dreams, Bringer of Sleep, the Night Master." His voice trails off.

Grimm nods gently. She still holds the tea in offering to him as her other hand reaches to rub his back gently. "That's...scary. But you've faced scary things before. And cosmic entities." She takes a breath, trying not to show her worry too much. She looks to Dialydd and listens at the description. "Going beyond...may be to the Jerin's afterlife?"

Radical thinks about it. "She did have a set of keys. They...felt like concepts? Rather than physical keys? So, it was likely Eissa."

"Yes, they are said to be the Keys to Life, Death, Body, Soul, Mind and the Void," murmurs Dialydd.

Log:A Dream Before Dying