... I had wondered if you ever considered starting over.
[ Because life is unfair and cruel. Because you can only make decisions from a series of limited choices that the circumstances you're born in can offer you. Because you haven't amounted to much, accomplished anything, or done good for anyone who mattered to you.
Or perhaps that's just Jacopo who still to this point doesn't think he deserves a place in paradise, whether he is of partial or full blame for his sins. A part of him doesn't seek eternal penance anymore, but... Maybe this is greed. ]
Want to check out the town now?
[ Taking a stand, he places a hand on his hip and looks down at Lucas. He's still an artistic blur, but easily perceived as himself despite the lack of definition. ]
Starting over? [Maybe there is some of that deep and reflexive discomfort that he's become so good at ignoring when he thinks of this what-if scenario in which he can start anew entirely. Even if there is, it's a private thing he keeps to himself, rather than showing any hesitance or uncertainty. Rather than answering, he just poses a question that's simple and doesn't actually press for an answer.]
Would you wish to?
[He does not know that Jacopo basically already HAS. HIS REINCARNATIONS... This is fine. The way he doesn't even ask if Jacopo intends on going to Heaven (yet, at least) because it simply does not occur to him that even a man filled with varying shades of guilt would pass it up.
But when the conversation shifts, he shifts easily with it, smiling up at Jacopo's blurryass self.]
I would love to. [Up to his feet he rises, graceful as he ever is. A little teasingly:] I wonder if you'll become even clearer there.
[ A roll of his eyes when Lucas points out his blurry form. Jacopo gestures to follow him through the wheat since the road is a bit of a distance. The spikes bend to their steps and the imagery on the horizon draws closer.
This illusory world flickers with memories of the New World... Friendship—a pact he thought to be eternal. Love—a miracle he wanted to cherish. Betrayal—circumstances. Madness—inevitable. Death—alone. It's a checklist. The golden fields are stained with blood for a second before it fades away like water diluting paint. ]
That's what I originally wanted to do after I made amends. The last time wasn't so great, so it's tempting to consider a third.
[ A chance without a millennia's worth of circumstances where he can be the man he had wanted to be, or the man he was meant to be. They're words spoken to him by others and it had been hard to believe those voices. Redemption rang hollow when he was alive so long ago, barely rang at all when he was dead so long ago, and even now he doesn't know if it rings at all.
It's still a fanciful dream that speaks to him in the fog. ]
[NOT THE SUDDEN BLOOD the way Lucas absolutely gets jumpscared by that because he's lulled so quickly into states of complacency, comfort, calm. It gives him just a moment's pause, just a barely-there beat of hesitation in his steps forward, and there's a moment where his gaze remains anchored on the wheat even after the flicker of blood begins to bleed back away.
Well. That's probably fine. He shakes his head faintly, turning his attention back to Jacopo as they head toward the road.]
A third... [Quietly mulling that and the implications of it over.] But don't you wish to rest?
[Or is it that he won't be able to rest if he doesn't find a way to have a cycle he's satisfied with, even if he gets to go to paradise?]
It's surely more than entertainment, but there are much better places to find your fun regardless, I'd think.
[ Nothing bad has ever happened here. Nothing bad will happen here. That doesn't mean that he hasn't done bad, however. This illusory world is but a reflection of a soul's wishes and wants, but it remembers itself like how Jacopo remembers his own shape.
It's gold, blue, and beautiful. No blood to seep into the soil and nurture the grain. They're at the outskirts of the town now. It's quaint with very few towering buildings, though the ones do tower are grand. The architecture is a testament to antiquity as an island situated in the Mediterranean sea. It's not quite west European, but a mix with Arab and Greco-Roman. Norman (French), Arab, and Byzantine coming together to create this unique style of arches, domes, and pillars.
They press on into the streets, already meeting children playing with small wooden toys on the streets and running around. There are adults as well, chatting here and there. They give the two of them a friendly wave and a warm smile, welcoming Jacopo back. Did he bring a friend? They all have clear faces and outlines while Jacopo stays a blur. ]
I do wish to rest. [ A part of him wants to rest in a more permanent sense, another part a temporary sense, and then another part is restless. ] But I feel... That I can do more. Don't you feel the same way?
[This world can stop being a mirror into Jacopo's soul at any time (that's what keeps its shape) ANY TIME........
But it's fine; Lucas is adept at ignoring things he doesn't like, and so he will just ignore that little surprising flash seamlessly. It becomes easier to do once they enter the city proper, and even the outskirts are bustling with life. He hums a little, immediately curious about the difference between the people inhabiting the town and Jacopo himself. This lil blurry guy...
With a smile and a wave in return, he addresses Jacopo a bit quietly:] Are they visitors as well?
[Other people like himself, he means - people who have happened across this world and have, for whatever reason, perhaps chosen to stay here. Maybe Jacopo's created something like a Heaven himself, whether intentionally or not. The question is one he sits on for a moment, though, turning it over in his head as he also considers I do wish to rest.]
...I suppose anyone would, if given the chance to stop and think about it. [Or maybe it's just another manifestation of his selfishness.] But if you keep thinking of all the things you could still do and haven't done yet, you may truly never be able to rest.
[ Said without much thought. Jacopo seems incredibly cognizant with Lucas, but it seems some parts of him are drawn to the reverie. He doesn't see all of this as an illusion, even if he calls it a dream. What wrong is there to indulge in peace?
What it represents, who knows. Jacopo doesn't think more on it, leading Lucas to the center of the town which holds a sizable market with many stalls. There are wares, produce, and services. The people waves and greet, friendly and open. It feels like home. ]
I'm not so far gone where I'd keep repeating. One more time is it. [ And it can be over. ] So you're saying your answer is yes?
[ Rather than general insight, he narrows it back to asking for Lucas' answer. He even turns to him, imagery flickering to someone clear. His eyes are sharp, angled, and the brown color of his irises are bold and warm. His hair matches in color, wavy though not messy. His outline becomes clear from his jaw, neck, shoulders, and all. ]
Next time you don't need to exorcise any demons. You could be free.
Oh? [THEY LIVE HERE???? His brow furrows faintly, obscured as it mostly is behind his fringe, as he glances out toward all of the definitely very realistic-seeming people.] I see...
[He does not, but who is he to question the logic of this little pocket of reality, damn. If Jacopo says they live here, maybe it's not an illusion! He is not wont to question things to begin with.
Especially not when the overall atmosphere of the place is so lovely. It reminds him of the hustle and bustle of the markets back home, but with the marked improvement of people not being fucking insane or dying on the streets randomly. Though he balances the conversation well, he does pause now and then to wave at some of the people they pass by or engage in a bit of small talk or banter here and there.]
So you'll be returning once more, then? [To life rather than proceeding to the afterlife... Sadge. But he just nods, tucking whatever feelings he might have on the matter away.] I wish you the best... I hope that you're able to find what you're looking for this time.
[Stop asking him things though damn. The sudden clearness of his image in place of all the blur is just a tiny bit startling, but he doesn't spend overly-long pondering on that, either.]
My personal answer wouldn't be yes. [He'd stepped around giving it directly, but he would never try for a second life without the guarantee Nadia would be there with him.] I should hope that I wouldn't need to do such a thing in the afterlife, regardless.
[ They are imaginary people living in an imaginary world Jacopo made in this little pocket of the afterlife. I and he are glad that Lucas thinks the tomb is nice. The people have proper conversation with unique lines and personalities. Some are rowdier than others, some more likable, but overall no one here can be called a bad person.
However, they are business people in the markets here. They will try to sell, barter, and haggle. Even if Lucas is new, he isn't spared, but Jacopo will firmly cut those negotiations. Lucas has no money, he says. Not a coin to spare. He used it all on his prim and proper clothes, you see.
Oh, that makes sense, the people respond. The guy looks like a noble. However, if he ever wants to trade some of his robes? They're open to that since the quality looks good, but no, no. Jacopo tells them Lucas wouldn't dare bare an ankle if he were to trade and buy cheaper clothes here. The people just nod slowly. Seems stuffy and their clothes are better for the climate, but sure. ]
That's a shame. [ Not that he'd show he's disappointed. He tells himself he wasn't expecting anything since it was a general question. ] I thought we could have had an adventure. A better one.
[ He thinks this can also be "free." foolish of him the mortal coil is such a struggle ]
[YOU REALLY JUST MAKE HIM GO ON THIS WHOLE JOURNEY WHERE PEOPLE WANT TO BARTER HIS CLOTHES RIGHT OFF HIS BODY. This is fine. These imaginary people that Lucas is not sure are imaginary can judge him for being penniless but still so well-dressed, in clothing that's ill-suited for the climate despite the fact that he feels just fine, probably on account of being a fucking ghost.
Through all of the attempts at bartering, Lucas just lets Jacopo lead the way, like he is simply a shy little guy who does not argue on his own behalf. He throws in a little side remark here and there and is plenty polite to everyone they interact with, but largely defers to Jacopo, who has certainly been here much longer than he himself.
An adventure... A better adventure, though, huh. The mortal coil really is such a struggle but if he has not learned that in hundreds of years, he probably never will.]
Can we not have one here and now? Surely there's no need to wait until we've moved on to what lies beyond this place.
[ Jacopo obviously would react to snide remarks with a squint. You are not allowed? But he doesn't tell him to shut up, of course. No one does. They're all nice, even though Lucas sticks out too much to be here. They don't turn away outsiders.
You saying he's insatiable. He kind of is, but he does ultimately want peace... It just has to battle with other desires and wants, too. It seems like he never considered a venture here in this sleepy and tranquil place based on his quizzical expression. Stroking his chin, he considers it. ]
I guess... Though there's only this town here.
[ There's nothing beyond this bright spot in Jacopo's metaphorical tomb. Nothing bad has ever happened here and nothing bad will happen here. ]
[STOP I SAID SIDE REMARKS NOT SNIDE REMARKS Lucas is a very polite gentleman even though he's a serial killer, he's perfectly happy to be in this metaphorical tomb with these fake people who are so kind even though he's an obvious outsider.
In any case, Jacopo can continue to be kinda insatiable but mostly locked in an eternal battle with his desires and wants, as with many mortal men. There's a little bit of amusement in Lucas' expression as he sees the quizzical one Jacopo gives him.]
A town is certainly a large enough place to have an adventure.
[Spoken like a true guy who's been confined to an island of 3k inhabitants his whole life.]
Who knows? Perhaps even you might find something unexpected. Why don't we take a look and see?
[ i would noncon lucas to be rude... Jacopo would still squint at him, anyway, because he knows what and who you are.
For someone who could travel and wanted to see the world, what Lucas says is a little silly. He has seen the whole town already, talked to every person he met, and everything would be perfect... If people he loved were here. Despite that, he's accustomed and used to solitude.
Would another set of footfalls make this town different? He isn't sure. A shrug, seeming inclined to entertaining Lucas' whimsy. ]
[YOU JUST DECIDE IT'S RUDE HOURS NOW. Don't just squint at him HE IS A GOOD SERIAL KILLER!!
It really is the difference between a guy who wants to travel and see the world and a guy who had never really considered the possibility of leaving the small spate of land he'd been born on. He'd never even moved outside of his own district, really, except for the period of time in which he'd been on the run from his parents.
Of course he'd be satisfied even with just this: a small but new town, and the company of even just one person whom he enjoys.]
You're quite an indulgent host. [Teasing, but he'll wave a hand through the air after.] Shall I lead the way, then?
[He has no idea where in the hell he's going but maybe that will be what leads them to ADVENTURE.]
[ i tapped in to jacopo's bias that lucas is actually rude in spite of his polite and proper demeanor
Why can't all of you in Arpechele want More, but don't do it too much. Greed will ruin you. The tease has him roll his eyes and he can feel that they're falling into a familiar rhythm, though a little different. The years have softened a couple of things. ]
I am, so you should be grateful.
[ Not teasing. He means it, kind of.
With a hand, he gestures vaguely ahead. He's no longer the host or guide now. It won't be much of an adventure for him, but... He supposes it's fine for Lucas to have one, as someone who had never been off his island until death. There are a number of places you can expect... While the market area have produce, artisans, and services, there are taverns dotted around, other small eateries, and shops. Some have specialties, like grain, butchery, flowers, musical instruments, etc. One of the taller buildings is a church. ]
Also listen they already ruin their own shit with enough force and vigor without wanting to see the world, it is for the best if Jacopo just stays the only local guy who ruined his own life from the force of wanting more out of it.]
I am, I am.
[Light, amused, but probably true all the same. Even in the pits of his own madness, he's well aware of the fact (or had become so, after realizing he was not in fact doing his murder victims a favor) that Jacopo would have every right to turn him away and scorn his company after the path he'd led them down. It is a small blessing indeed, to still be allowed to stand by his side even all these years later.
BUT AWAY... He will guide through this place where he doesn't know shit, just wandering as whims guide him, looking to and fro at the shops, the eateries, the instruments and flowers. A few things catch his eye here and there - a lute, a bundle of primrose, fabric in a lovely shade of pink - but his eye is often drawn in the direction of the church until he eventually abandons whatever store he'd been initially heading toward to point that way.]
[ listen here, Jacopo almost deleted most of France from medieval history. I think that's a feat that shouldn't be repeated and he should instead ruin his personal life like he usually does.
Jacopo is unlike Morgana despite being so much like her in a number of ways. He had better understood the circumstances in Heaven, so his grudge would eventually fade and taper and he knew that it would. Not only does time help heal wounds, but communication and understanding do, too... Which Morgana did not receive for so long. There's no forgiveness to offer, but he has let go. Funny how a person can be a mirror to the company they keep or seek.
He crosses his arms and follows Lucas wherever he leads, keeping in mind where they're headed but not giving a single reveal in order to keep it a surprise. Every person seems to recognize Jacopo, starting small talk which he entertains. They would ask about the girl he had with him before and he'd answer she was only here for a visit much like Lucas here. ]
You don't want anything from the stores before we go?
[The fact that he just supermurdered Morgana over an agonizingly long period of time and it also almost ended the wholeass France is so funny HE REALLY JUST DID ALL OF THE WRONG THINGS POSSIBLE IN HIS ATTEMPTS TO DO RIGHT. Oh Jacopo.
Morgana really got such a raw end of a deal but sometimes misery makes things inescapable even when exit hatches eventually appear. Lucas does not know the extent to which Morgana was out there having a horrible time and also orchestrating her own continued misery in her spite, and that is probably for the best. So many things from his end are so hilariously uncomplicated. It's why he can still do things like WALK ANYWHERE WITHOUT AN OUNCE OF SHAME, and enjoy witnessing all of these little interactions. A lovely place where nothing bad has or will ever happen, indeed.
At some point, between shops and small talk, he'll ask:] How many have come to visit?
[Himself and one other girl, but surely others, if this is a space existing between and beyond times and places. As for the question, when it's posed, he just looks faintly thoughtful despite not really needing to consider his answer.]
I don't really need anything that I was looking at. [Because most of it was for Nadia who isn't even dead yet.] Unless you feel like playing another song on a lute?
[ LUCAS IS FREE AND YET NOT... CAGED... IN A DIFFERENT WAY... Who knows. Well, Jacopo doesn't always understand Lucas' mental landscape. Whether he feels shame or guilt, he only cares that Lucas can assess and decide on reality and truth.
Quietly and dismissive, like he doesn't want to talk about the first visitor much, ]
You're the second.
[ And maybe he'll have more guests in the near future, he doesn't know. To him, they appear without him being aware. Subconscious invitations sound stupid to him, after all. To him, they show up without notice and he has to entertain them.
But he finds that he doesn't hate it. This is his dream after all and he's content spending the warm days with people he cared about. It's perfect that way.
A shrug when Lucas says he doesn't need them and he can surmise that he had been thinking of Nadia. Understandable. He would be hoarding it all until she showed up. The request comes as a surprise, drawing out large eyes from him. ]
[this is one of my favorite jacopo icons he is such a little guy. pinches his cheeks (face)
ALSO IT'S FINE. Is it not the case that everyone is caged in one way or another regardless... At least he's having a good time in his cage. Maybe one day the doors will open and he will be able to access and decide on reality and truth with a clear mind once more, but that is just his Scawwy arc.
That said, since Lucas can pick up on his seeming reluctance to delve into the matter of former visitors in any great detail, he'll stay his curiosity. There's a flicker of it in his expression, but he's rather masterful at shelving it.]
I'm a little surprised... Perhaps the rest will come later, then? [THE REST. Listen people loved hassling Jacopo in Heaven, more will undoubtedly appear. But he'll skim past that so he can enjoy Jacopo's expression instead. Funny little guy.]
Is it so surprising? You play well, and it's been a long time since I've heard you.
[ YOU SAYING THIS AS I THINK ABOUT BEING IN THE LIVESTREAM WITH NAT... READING HIM JUST HEADSHOTTING THE MC WITHOUT A WORD BECAUSE WE WENT OUT OF ORDER. your detox lucas
Hopefully, Lucas understands, though Jacopo in general is someone who likes to keep a lot of things inside and die with them. This especially, her... How she arrived and left, he'd rather keep to himself for now. It wouldn't be respectful and polite to a guest if he were to lament and crumble over someone not even here.
Everything else comes easier, instead. ]
You make it sound like it's inevitable. [ Feigned annoyance and weariness. ] But all right. We can borrow a lute from a troubadour after we pay a visit to that building you're curious about.
[STOP THESE TWO THINGS CAN JUST EXIST CONCURRENTLY IT'S FINE IT'S FINE.......
Lucas does understand, at least. Sometimes there are just things you don't want to talk about. He also has his share of secrets; he doesn't often pry into those that other hold close. Golden rule... Jacopo's really out here like I CAN'T GET MY MENTAL ILLNESS ON MY GUEST who is already mentally ill himself.
He just looks amused over the feigned annoyance and weariness, in any case.]
You're very kind to humor me; thank you, dear. [He does not question why Jacopo doesn't OWN ONE... Lutes just come and go in little pockets of fabricated reality, it's fine. But he'll just nod at that and then move to start heading in the direction of the church! Local church man constantly attracted to churches news at 11.]
It looks like a lovely building even from the outside.
[ HE ISN'T MENTALLY ILL IN THIS CASE, HE JUST YEARNS FOREVER... AND IS INCREDIBLY LONELY... That is too pathetic for anyone to see.
Every time Lucas called him "dear," he felt very small even though he's older than him. That doesn't change here, either, and earns a small frown as usual. As if he wasn't frowning already, but perhaps it's the way the inner corners of his eyebrows twitch.
Anyway, the church is here. It's beautifully built with a mixture of cultures blended together thanks to where this island resides. ]
It is a work of art. [ That is the most he's impressed by. ] They're not holding mass, so we can take a look inside.
[ He gestures up the steps, to the large double doors. ]
[IS HE NOT JUST A BASE LEVEL OF GENERALLY MENTALLY UNWELL!!!!! well i guess perhaps not after going through the spin cycle of reincarnation a few times... or maybe it has made him worse. In either case, Lucas wouldn't judge him for his sad lonely yearning behavior, but it is fair to keep those things private.
Lucas really does have a way of making himself seem like he is so much older than his meager 22-and-change years though, it's so funny. Old of heart and soul... It's because he's so close to being Old Yellered. If he notices anything in Jacopo's expression over the use of his usual endearment, he does not make any move to address it aloud.
MORE IMPORTANTLY, THIS CHURCH.]
Oh! I'd love to...
[Trotting up the steps after him!! He moves to open the doors first because he is EXCITED and will probably walk his way inside regardless of what sight he's met with. WHAT SIGHT IS HE MET WITH.]
[ They both can keep it inside. Jacopo fortunately will never act untoward unless he gets cursed to shit.
It is also due to the lifespan, Jacopo understands, but he's still older than him... While not significant in the amount of years, it should be something? Maybe? But to the church.
Lucas opens the non-pearly white gates. It's the Cattedrale di Monreale, though more humble in art at the moment because the pope hasn't descended upon these lands. There are some echoes of what's to come since Jacopo had lived during the time where this cathedral was transformed by the Holy See.
Jacopo has not much to do, so he stands there with his arms crossed when they walk in, footsteps echoing in the high ceiling space. It is an incredibly holy sight, but he feels nothing aside from general admiration for what mankind built. ]
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... I had wondered if you ever considered starting over.
[ Because life is unfair and cruel. Because you can only make decisions from a series of limited choices that the circumstances you're born in can offer you. Because you haven't amounted to much, accomplished anything, or done good for anyone who mattered to you.
Or perhaps that's just Jacopo who still to this point doesn't think he deserves a place in paradise, whether he is of partial or full blame for his sins. A part of him doesn't seek eternal penance anymore, but... Maybe this is greed. ]
Want to check out the town now?
[ Taking a stand, he places a hand on his hip and looks down at Lucas. He's still an artistic blur, but easily perceived as himself despite the lack of definition. ]
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Starting over? [Maybe there is some of that deep and reflexive discomfort that he's become so good at ignoring when he thinks of this what-if scenario in which he can start anew entirely. Even if there is, it's a private thing he keeps to himself, rather than showing any hesitance or uncertainty. Rather than answering, he just poses a question that's simple and doesn't actually press for an answer.]
Would you wish to?
[He does not know that Jacopo basically already HAS. HIS REINCARNATIONS... This is fine. The way he doesn't even ask if Jacopo intends on going to Heaven (yet, at least) because it simply does not occur to him that even a man filled with varying shades of guilt would pass it up.
But when the conversation shifts, he shifts easily with it, smiling up at Jacopo's blurryass self.]
I would love to. [Up to his feet he rises, graceful as he ever is. A little teasingly:] I wonder if you'll become even clearer there.
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This illusory world flickers with memories of the New World... Friendship—a pact he thought to be eternal. Love—a miracle he wanted to cherish. Betrayal—circumstances. Madness—inevitable. Death—alone. It's a checklist. The golden fields are stained with blood for a second before it fades away like water diluting paint. ]
That's what I originally wanted to do after I made amends. The last time wasn't so great, so it's tempting to consider a third.
[ A chance without a millennia's worth of circumstances where he can be the man he had wanted to be, or the man he was meant to be. They're words spoken to him by others and it had been hard to believe those voices. Redemption rang hollow when he was alive so long ago, barely rang at all when he was dead so long ago, and even now he doesn't know if it rings at all.
It's still a fanciful dream that speaks to him in the fog. ]
It could be fun.
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Well. That's probably fine. He shakes his head faintly, turning his attention back to Jacopo as they head toward the road.]
A third... [Quietly mulling that and the implications of it over.] But don't you wish to rest?
[Or is it that he won't be able to rest if he doesn't find a way to have a cycle he's satisfied with, even if he gets to go to paradise?]
It's surely more than entertainment, but there are much better places to find your fun regardless, I'd think.
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It's gold, blue, and beautiful. No blood to seep into the soil and nurture the grain. They're at the outskirts of the town now. It's quaint with very few towering buildings, though the ones do tower are grand. The architecture is a testament to antiquity as an island situated in the Mediterranean sea. It's not quite west European, but a mix with Arab and Greco-Roman. Norman (French), Arab, and Byzantine coming together to create this unique style of arches, domes, and pillars.
They press on into the streets, already meeting children playing with small wooden toys on the streets and running around. There are adults as well, chatting here and there. They give the two of them a friendly wave and a warm smile, welcoming Jacopo back. Did he bring a friend? They all have clear faces and outlines while Jacopo stays a blur. ]
I do wish to rest. [ A part of him wants to rest in a more permanent sense, another part a temporary sense, and then another part is restless. ] But I feel... That I can do more. Don't you feel the same way?
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But it's fine; Lucas is adept at ignoring things he doesn't like, and so he will just ignore that little surprising flash seamlessly. It becomes easier to do once they enter the city proper, and even the outskirts are bustling with life. He hums a little, immediately curious about the difference between the people inhabiting the town and Jacopo himself. This lil blurry guy...
With a smile and a wave in return, he addresses Jacopo a bit quietly:] Are they visitors as well?
[Other people like himself, he means - people who have happened across this world and have, for whatever reason, perhaps chosen to stay here. Maybe Jacopo's created something like a Heaven himself, whether intentionally or not. The question is one he sits on for a moment, though, turning it over in his head as he also considers I do wish to rest.]
...I suppose anyone would, if given the chance to stop and think about it. [Or maybe it's just another manifestation of his selfishness.] But if you keep thinking of all the things you could still do and haven't done yet, you may truly never be able to rest.
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[ Said without much thought. Jacopo seems incredibly cognizant with Lucas, but it seems some parts of him are drawn to the reverie. He doesn't see all of this as an illusion, even if he calls it a dream. What wrong is there to indulge in peace?
What it represents, who knows. Jacopo doesn't think more on it, leading Lucas to the center of the town which holds a sizable market with many stalls. There are wares, produce, and services. The people waves and greet, friendly and open. It feels like home. ]
I'm not so far gone where I'd keep repeating. One more time is it. [ And it can be over. ] So you're saying your answer is yes?
[ Rather than general insight, he narrows it back to asking for Lucas' answer. He even turns to him, imagery flickering to someone clear. His eyes are sharp, angled, and the brown color of his irises are bold and warm. His hair matches in color, wavy though not messy. His outline becomes clear from his jaw, neck, shoulders, and all. ]
Next time you don't need to exorcise any demons. You could be free.
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[He does not, but who is he to question the logic of this little pocket of reality, damn. If Jacopo says they live here, maybe it's not an illusion! He is not wont to question things to begin with.
Especially not when the overall atmosphere of the place is so lovely. It reminds him of the hustle and bustle of the markets back home, but with the marked improvement of people not being fucking insane or dying on the streets randomly. Though he balances the conversation well, he does pause now and then to wave at some of the people they pass by or engage in a bit of small talk or banter here and there.]
So you'll be returning once more, then? [To life rather than proceeding to the afterlife... Sadge. But he just nods, tucking whatever feelings he might have on the matter away.] I wish you the best... I hope that you're able to find what you're looking for this time.
[Stop asking him things though damn. The sudden clearness of his image in place of all the blur is just a tiny bit startling, but he doesn't spend overly-long pondering on that, either.]
My personal answer wouldn't be yes. [He'd stepped around giving it directly, but he would never try for a second life without the guarantee Nadia would be there with him.] I should hope that I wouldn't need to do such a thing in the afterlife, regardless.
[FREE... All Relivers go to hell.]
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However, they are business people in the markets here. They will try to sell, barter, and haggle. Even if Lucas is new, he isn't spared, but Jacopo will firmly cut those negotiations. Lucas has no money, he says. Not a coin to spare. He used it all on his prim and proper clothes, you see.
Oh, that makes sense, the people respond. The guy looks like a noble. However, if he ever wants to trade some of his robes? They're open to that since the quality looks good, but no, no. Jacopo tells them Lucas wouldn't dare bare an ankle if he were to trade and buy cheaper clothes here. The people just nod slowly. Seems stuffy and their clothes are better for the climate, but sure. ]
That's a shame. [ Not that he'd show he's disappointed. He tells himself he wasn't expecting anything since it was a general question. ] I thought we could have had an adventure. A better one.
[ He thinks this can also be "free." foolish of him the mortal coil is such a struggle ]
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Through all of the attempts at bartering, Lucas just lets Jacopo lead the way, like he is simply a shy little guy who does not argue on his own behalf. He throws in a little side remark here and there and is plenty polite to everyone they interact with, but largely defers to Jacopo, who has certainly been here much longer than he himself.
An adventure... A better adventure, though, huh. The mortal coil really is such a struggle but if he has not learned that in hundreds of years, he probably never will.]
Can we not have one here and now? Surely there's no need to wait until we've moved on to what lies beyond this place.
[DEATH or life again. Or being departicled.]
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You saying he's insatiable. He kind of is, but he does ultimately want peace... It just has to battle with other desires and wants, too. It seems like he never considered a venture here in this sleepy and tranquil place based on his quizzical expression. Stroking his chin, he considers it. ]
I guess... Though there's only this town here.
[ There's nothing beyond this bright spot in Jacopo's metaphorical tomb. Nothing bad has ever happened here and nothing bad will happen here. ]
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In any case, Jacopo can continue to be kinda insatiable but mostly locked in an eternal battle with his desires and wants, as with many mortal men. There's a little bit of amusement in Lucas' expression as he sees the quizzical one Jacopo gives him.]
A town is certainly a large enough place to have an adventure.
[Spoken like a true guy who's been confined to an island of 3k inhabitants his whole life.]
Who knows? Perhaps even you might find something unexpected. Why don't we take a look and see?
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For someone who could travel and wanted to see the world, what Lucas says is a little silly. He has seen the whole town already, talked to every person he met, and everything would be perfect... If people he loved were here. Despite that, he's accustomed and used to solitude.
Would another set of footfalls make this town different? He isn't sure. A shrug, seeming inclined to entertaining Lucas' whimsy. ]
I suppose I have nothing better to do...
[ A pair of fresh eyes? What would Lucas see? ]
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It really is the difference between a guy who wants to travel and see the world and a guy who had never really considered the possibility of leaving the small spate of land he'd been born on. He'd never even moved outside of his own district, really, except for the period of time in which he'd been on the run from his parents.
Of course he'd be satisfied even with just this: a small but new town, and the company of even just one person whom he enjoys.]
You're quite an indulgent host. [Teasing, but he'll wave a hand through the air after.] Shall I lead the way, then?
[He has no idea where in the hell he's going but maybe that will be what leads them to ADVENTURE.]
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Why can't all of you in Arpechele want More, but don't do it too much. Greed will ruin you. The tease has him roll his eyes and he can feel that they're falling into a familiar rhythm, though a little different. The years have softened a couple of things. ]
I am, so you should be grateful.
[ Not teasing. He means it, kind of.
With a hand, he gestures vaguely ahead. He's no longer the host or guide now. It won't be much of an adventure for him, but... He supposes it's fine for Lucas to have one, as someone who had never been off his island until death. There are a number of places you can expect... While the market area have produce, artisans, and services, there are taverns dotted around, other small eateries, and shops. Some have specialties, like grain, butchery, flowers, musical instruments, etc. One of the taller buildings is a church. ]
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Also listen they already ruin their own shit with enough force and vigor without wanting to see the world, it is for the best if Jacopo just stays the only local guy who ruined his own life from the force of wanting more out of it.]
I am, I am.
[Light, amused, but probably true all the same. Even in the pits of his own madness, he's well aware of the fact (or had become so, after realizing he was not in fact doing his murder victims a favor) that Jacopo would have every right to turn him away and scorn his company after the path he'd led them down. It is a small blessing indeed, to still be allowed to stand by his side even all these years later.
BUT AWAY... He will guide through this place where he doesn't know shit, just wandering as whims guide him, looking to and fro at the shops, the eateries, the instruments and flowers. A few things catch his eye here and there - a lute, a bundle of primrose, fabric in a lovely shade of pink - but his eye is often drawn in the direction of the church until he eventually abandons whatever store he'd been initially heading toward to point that way.]
Why don't we head there?
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Jacopo is unlike Morgana despite being so much like her in a number of ways. He had better understood the circumstances in Heaven, so his grudge would eventually fade and taper and he knew that it would. Not only does time help heal wounds, but communication and understanding do, too... Which Morgana did not receive for so long. There's no forgiveness to offer, but he has let go. Funny how a person can be a mirror to the company they keep or seek.
He crosses his arms and follows Lucas wherever he leads, keeping in mind where they're headed but not giving a single reveal in order to keep it a surprise. Every person seems to recognize Jacopo, starting small talk which he entertains. They would ask about the girl he had with him before and he'd answer she was only here for a visit much like Lucas here. ]
You don't want anything from the stores before we go?
[ Why ogle things with interest, otherwise? ]
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Morgana really got such a raw end of a deal but sometimes misery makes things inescapable even when exit hatches eventually appear. Lucas does not know the extent to which Morgana was out there having a horrible time and also orchestrating her own continued misery in her spite, and that is probably for the best. So many things from his end are so hilariously uncomplicated. It's why he can still do things like WALK ANYWHERE WITHOUT AN OUNCE OF SHAME, and enjoy witnessing all of these little interactions. A lovely place where nothing bad has or will ever happen, indeed.
At some point, between shops and small talk, he'll ask:] How many have come to visit?
[Himself and one other girl, but surely others, if this is a space existing between and beyond times and places. As for the question, when it's posed, he just looks faintly thoughtful despite not really needing to consider his answer.]
I don't really need anything that I was looking at. [Because most of it was for Nadia who isn't even dead yet.] Unless you feel like playing another song on a lute?
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Quietly and dismissive, like he doesn't want to talk about the first visitor much, ]
You're the second.
[ And maybe he'll have more guests in the near future, he doesn't know. To him, they appear without him being aware. Subconscious invitations sound stupid to him, after all. To him, they show up without notice and he has to entertain them.
But he finds that he doesn't hate it. This is his dream after all and he's content spending the warm days with people he cared about. It's perfect that way.
A shrug when Lucas says he doesn't need them and he can surmise that he had been thinking of Nadia. Understandable. He would be hoarding it all until she showed up. The request comes as a surprise, drawing out large eyes from him. ]
You want me to play?
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ALSO IT'S FINE. Is it not the case that everyone is caged in one way or another regardless... At least he's having a good time in his cage. Maybe one day the doors will open and he will be able to access and decide on reality and truth with a clear mind once more, but that is just his Scawwy arc.
That said, since Lucas can pick up on his seeming reluctance to delve into the matter of former visitors in any great detail, he'll stay his curiosity. There's a flicker of it in his expression, but he's rather masterful at shelving it.]
I'm a little surprised... Perhaps the rest will come later, then? [THE REST. Listen people loved hassling Jacopo in Heaven, more will undoubtedly appear. But he'll skim past that so he can enjoy Jacopo's expression instead. Funny little guy.]
Is it so surprising? You play well, and it's been a long time since I've heard you.
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Hopefully, Lucas understands, though Jacopo in general is someone who likes to keep a lot of things inside and die with them. This especially, her... How she arrived and left, he'd rather keep to himself for now. It wouldn't be respectful and polite to a guest if he were to lament and crumble over someone not even here.
Everything else comes easier, instead. ]
You make it sound like it's inevitable. [ Feigned annoyance and weariness. ] But all right. We can borrow a lute from a troubadour after we pay a visit to that building you're curious about.
[ For? Some reason? He doesn't own one? ]
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Lucas does understand, at least. Sometimes there are just things you don't want to talk about. He also has his share of secrets; he doesn't often pry into those that other hold close. Golden rule... Jacopo's really out here like I CAN'T GET MY MENTAL ILLNESS ON MY GUEST who is already mentally ill himself.
He just looks amused over the feigned annoyance and weariness, in any case.]
You're very kind to humor me; thank you, dear. [He does not question why Jacopo doesn't OWN ONE... Lutes just come and go in little pockets of fabricated reality, it's fine. But he'll just nod at that and then move to start heading in the direction of the church! Local church man constantly attracted to churches news at 11.]
It looks like a lovely building even from the outside.
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Every time Lucas called him "dear," he felt very small even though he's older than him. That doesn't change here, either, and earns a small frown as usual. As if he wasn't frowning already, but perhaps it's the way the inner corners of his eyebrows twitch.
Anyway, the church is here. It's beautifully built with a mixture of cultures blended together thanks to where this island resides. ]
It is a work of art. [ That is the most he's impressed by. ] They're not holding mass, so we can take a look inside.
[ He gestures up the steps, to the large double doors. ]
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Lucas really does have a way of making himself seem like he is so much older than his meager 22-and-change years though, it's so funny. Old of heart and soul... It's because he's so close to being Old Yellered. If he notices anything in Jacopo's expression over the use of his usual endearment, he does not make any move to address it aloud.
MORE IMPORTANTLY, THIS CHURCH.]
Oh! I'd love to...
[Trotting up the steps after him!! He moves to open the doors first because he is EXCITED and will probably walk his way inside regardless of what sight he's met with. WHAT SIGHT IS HE MET WITH.]
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It is also due to the lifespan, Jacopo understands, but he's still older than him... While not significant in the amount of years, it should be something? Maybe? But to the church.
Lucas opens the non-pearly white gates. It's the Cattedrale di Monreale, though more humble in art at the moment because the pope hasn't descended upon these lands. There are some echoes of what's to come since Jacopo had lived during the time where this cathedral was transformed by the Holy See.
Jacopo has not much to do, so he stands there with his arms crossed when they walk in, footsteps echoing in the high ceiling space. It is an incredibly holy sight, but he feels nothing aside from general admiration for what mankind built. ]
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