User:Chadarian/Guardian

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	He sits relaxed in a chair in his study, fingers steepled in front of him. His face wears a thin smile which nevers seems to disappear. Despite his small stature he speaks in a deep voice, his tone calm and confident. As a guardian I give protection to those who are too weak to protect themselves. Others of my profession usually see it as their duty to do so, and their devotion comes out of the compassion they feel for those less fortunate etcetera etcetera (it really gets quite tiresome after a while). I, on the other hand, feel that the weak really should try a bit harder, stop relying on others and, and this is essential, avoid enemies they can't handle. Despite this I can't help but feel terribly smug about what I do. I mean, if one has such grand abilities as myself, then what better way to show your superiority than by humiliating people to rely on you for safety. I also find the frustrated look on my enemy's face fascinatingly amusing when I prevent him from succeeding in harming those who, for the time being, are under my protection. It teaches them that failure and humiliation are far more dangerous than danger itself. When I was young I had a... not exactly a rival, because we studied different areas, but we had known each other since we were even smaller and didn't really see eye-to-eye. It also so happened that our first krewes were the same, so we were forced to work together. Although I reckon her pretty intelligent her thoughts often wandered, and she had a nasty temper. For instance, when I tried to get her focus back on reality by politely pointing out that she was putting in a component the wrong way, she virtually exploded. This animosity lead to that she named one of her creations after me... Two young asura, a boy and a girl, are sitting at a huge work desk opposite each other. Both would've seemed to be engrossed in their own work if it wasn't for the occasional quick glances at each other. The boy breaks the silence. "What's that?" he says, indicating at her work without looking. "It's my BML." she replies, also without taking her eyes of her work. "Doesn't seem to work." "He walks and talks." "Looks more like he can't sort out his legs from his arms to me." "His memory crystal is old, not that you'd be able to get it to work at all, so for the time being he can only say "I think I'm really smart, but I'm not really", which Master Bronk concidered a good advice that more should listen too, so I named him Hark." "You should listen to it yourself since you can't even put in a transformation index properly. It's supposed to be inversed. No wonder he stumbles like that." "Oh yeah? Since you're so smart you've probably already figured out that the BML stands for Big Mouthed Lummox!" "You... floppy-eared weirdo!" "At least my ears are the right size!" The boy splutters a few syllables before he, with tears in his eyes, runs out of the workshop, shouting "Weirdo, weirdo, weirdo!" ... anyway, it all turned out as a pretty embarrassing episode and I ran away, figuring I would feel better if I put more distance between myself and the source of my humiliation. So, into the wilderness I ran and indeed did my humiliation lessen, but only because it was replaced by fear. The wilds can be a dangerous place for a young asura. I tried to go back, but seemed to have lost my way... The sun is setting, and it's started to rain. The asura who has lost his way takes a moment to catch his breath and find some shelter beneath a tree. As he does so, his sensitive ears picks up the sound of something moving through the underbrush above the splashing of the rain. Fear washes over him. He scrabbles on the ground around him for something, anything, to use as a weapon. His questing hands find nothing and he realizes that small and weak as he is a weapon probably wouldn't help against whatever it is that's coming. It sounds heavy. It's coming closer. In his panic he tries to climb the tree but looses his grip and falls. As he's about to get up he notices the silence, and freezes. Apart from the rain and the beating of his heart he hears nothing. The sky above him is suddenly blocked a giant head. He tries to scream but no sound comes out. As he stares at the huge figure in the gloom, believing the end has come, the giant's voice booms: "Hello little fellow! What're you doing out in the rain, all on your own?!" As this tone, although loud enough to hurt your ears, sounds cheerfully concerned the boy is shocked and slightly relieved, and even more shocked at the words that escapes from his mouth. "Just wandering. Wha-what're you doing out here? You're alone too." The giant crouches and but is still tall. "Well you know how it is, you start walking and then you just can't stop. And walking in the rain feels so... refreshing! You wouldn't happen to know if this is the way to Rata Sum, would you? Only, I've heard it's supposed to be a magnificent sight, with it's floating buildings, like the airships of Lion's Arch I've heard about..." He seems to lose himself to some inner vision and rambles on for a while while the boy just stares with his mouth agape. "...and the pyramids! Mighty they're said- but you're shivering! We need to find a place to get a fire going! Here, have my cloak." The cloak is huge as a tent for the boy but he wraps himself in it. The giant, who claims to be a hunter of great skill, or at least will be as soon as people get to hear about him, picks the boy up and wanders into the jungle, constantly talking of the wonders of the world he is going to see. They find better shelter and make up a fire. After a while the giant's flood of words ebbs out and he manages to wriggle it out of the young asura why he's out there all alone. After reciting the events of the day the giant gives a hearty laugh, making the boy feel even more embarrassed. Oh, the humiliation, why did he confide in this bookah? But the giant goes on to explain that had he been named after something he would've been proud, revealing that it is his dream, indeed every norn's dream, to have his name live on. "We struggle our whole lives simply to be remembered! So what if what you're remember for isn't very nice? It might be improved and maybe someday every golemancer has his own Hark instead of a notebook!" The norn is fascinating to listen too, even more so since he seems to end every spoken sentence with an exclamation mark. To himself, the young asura swears to never give up, to struggle like the norns do, and to never have to rely on anyone's strength but his own. ... and that was when I met Rolf, who helped me to righten my course. I still have his cloak, or at least one of the cloaks I made from it. After we first met I've always felt the rain soothing, it reminds me that I'm heading exactly where I want to. I actually began on a device for controlling the weather, but I never got enough funding to finish it. It's not very important, it rains anyway, but maybe I'll someday finance it myself if I have the time and resources. You never know what happens, you just go with the flow.