[log] and we'll learn politics and some new party tricks

[apostatised]

New York is as easy to get to as about anywhere is when your main method of getting around is teleportation (every time he uses the pinpoint, Martel puts 'stables' higher on his mental priority list of necessary projects). He doesn't even argue the point about changing his clothes for the outing, even if he does spend altogether too much time fastidiously pulling at his cuffs and fixing his collar.

All in good time, he ushers Candice into the 'establishment' Ethan gave him details of, standing out about as much as a 6'3" man of military and noble bearing with long white hair tends to regardless of what he's dressed in.

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[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"How... to desribe chaos? Anything I say is of course immediately redundant, you do realise? 'Chaos'... defies description. But... if I had to try? It would be as that: something that resists, or is superior to our own understanding. Something... larger than we are. Something beautiful and variable and powerful and... fun." He smiles to himself, thinking happy thoughts.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"Monsters needn't be gods," Martel observes to Candice, mildly, pausing to listen with some small amusement to Ethan's description of that which by everyone's admission defies it. "Your bias is showing," he notes, faintly smiling. (Nobody will hold it against anyone who happens to think Martel probably shouldn't smile. Ever.) "Interesting, though."

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"The word used to just mean 'space,'" Candice recalls, "A reference to existence--or the lack thereof--before the big bang, I think, though I may be misremembering. But the meaning got a bit shifted around."

She's not going to point out this is really odd conversation for casual drinks out, largely because of who her company is.

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"Yes, 'chaos' comes from 'chasm' and so on, the concept itself as understood today is a mismatch, really. You might think of it as the 'void' rather than the non-order we understand by it today. Much the same way as other words get hijacked, during their lifespan..."

He laughs at Martel. "Of course it is. But ask me on a bad day, and my answer might be different. It's... something of a chaote habit." He rolls his eyes at the paradox. Sometimes it hurts the head.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

To be fair, Martel will submit he was lured here for purposes of really odd discussion anyway. He leans back where he's sitting--moves like he's not quite used to or comfortable with the clothing he wears. It suits him well enough, adds to his certain air, but he doesn't seem well placed in it.

That and he dislikes the necessity of not wearing the broadsword here.

Regardless: he laughs, too, because as much of a headache as the complexities are he enjoys this. "I can't debate your words, not from where I am. But, I've been accused before of having no faith at all. No beliefs. It struck me as unintentionally funny, at the time, given indisputable proof...knowledge and faith are different again, of course."

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I have a hard time ever seeing you that way."

She just leaves that there, and pushes her half-drunk scotch glass away a bit. Maybe she'll have the rest, maybe not.

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Care to expand?" Because knowledge is power and all that.

Plus, if someone else talks, he can drink.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel spreads his hands, and...then takes a drink, because it's that kind of topic. He's fairly open about this--but outside the nexus people prefer explanations that don't sound totally alien to them, and he's never been a wildly forthcoming person.

Thus 'fairly open' leaves him a lot of leeway for casual misdirection and evasive secrecy.

"Ah. I was excommunicated from the Elene Church when I was a young man, among other things." He doesn't look much past his mid-thirties--if that--but he carries himself with at least another decade's experience on it. "It left me in something of a bad temper."

That is the most toned down version of that story in the entire world.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Now, of course," Candice supplies to Ethan, innocently, "he's always in the best of moods."

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"Well he's been nothing but a little ray of sunshine around me," he agrees.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"It's a gift," Martel replies blandly. (He ought to be grateful, really, considering.) "Death has an amazing calming effect."

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

She laughs at that, quietly. "Most of the dead I've met would disagree with you."

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"Until recently, I would have agreed with you. But... I've seen a lot of content 'dead' people over the past few years."

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"Ah, well. Far be it from me to speak for anyone else."

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"The wandering dead are different, generally," she muses, "Not a lot of people are content without a physical body--which you've got, Martel, that might help."

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"So did you die and ressurect, then, or... do you know?"

It's different for everyone, it seems.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"I did, and I do know, yes." Martel shifts, making himself more comfortable--Ethan's question probably saves Candice some sly remarks about her contentment with his physical body, perhaps we can count that as the day's good deed. "Though I can't explain the how and the why." He taps the side of his glass, thoughtfully. "Yet."

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

Candice is so glad, because it would be embarrassing for everyone if she had to smack Martel in the middle of this friendly establishment.

"Life and death's always a hell of a project," she notes, wryly.

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"Pun... intended or not?"

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel snorts into his glass.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I'm not married to him yet. I was under the impression that was a state that occurred after the wedding."

And then she smiles, nicely, at Martel.

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"Ah, a traditionalist." He offers a toast.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel is willing to concede (if only to himself) that he probably had that coming. He tips his glass obligingly for the toast. "We have ourselves a while yet of heavenly bodies, then."

(Hit him, Candice.)

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

She does, totally casually, as if she's very used to doing this. "Only traditional in some ways. Others aren't so practical."

[e-rayne.livejournal.com]

"Tradition is good when it suits," he says, a little... openly. Shrugs.