Vakarlon smiled, unfazed by Vulamera's odd choice of form. He did wonder why so many limbs were necessary since he was fine with only two legs and two arms, however he dismissed it as a matter of preference. The finger wrapped around his head was mildly discomforting. He hardly saw how an invasion of his personal space (yet another concept that was unknown in origin) assisted in revealing the mysteries of the Universe(s?). No matter, Vulamera had agreed and that was good. 

He paid Logos no mind when he appeared as the self-proclaimed King had not come to speak with him. He did however inwardly chuckle at how this would be an odd sight for he who thought himself the Lord of Order. A little confusion wouldn't hurt the proud old fellow. A finger around one's head was an odd sight but an innocent one. He trusted his peers not to be childish enough to start rumors. Soon, Logos left of his own accord with Vulamera's answer.

Vakarlon spoke to the Inquisitive One. 
[color=red] "I am delighted to hear of your enthusiasm to solve the mystery. Hopefully we will not be interrupted. My memories seem to appear in my mind at random. Most of the time, they are accompanied by physical pain. The painful ones tend to involve fire and death, other times they are simply extremely numerous fragments. The first time the painful memories appeared was nearly immediately after I became conscious in the Void.

I can never get context for the Fiery memories but I remember them most vividly. While I have no interest in activities involving the content of the memory, in fact they repulse me for the most part, I sometimes recall laughter that was both cruel  and deranged, both cold and bloodthirsty. Strangely, it seems to have originated from my voice in the memories. 

Then there are less concerning and more soothing memories. A family and a career in cheating the overly proud out of a little of their excess. These are the memories proper. You have no doubt noted that despite our coming into the Void without proper access to previous memories and knowledge of how language was acquired, we possess understanding of language and many concepts. I suspect that we were formed normally and had childhoods and educations of a sort but they are masked to us. Why don't you tell me of your memories?" [/color]

Vakarlon left out that the memories seemed to have a lasting effect on him with strange and disturbing urges. If it seemed the knowledge would be of assistance, he would reluctantly volunteer it. Until then, he didn't need anyone to question his sanity... Other than himself.


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Chatting with Vulamera. Trying to unravel mysteries.
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