Bon te Bok/Conversations
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*Betwixt delicate, fluted horns stares the bright eye of Bon Te Bok. Innumerable voices whisper in your mind, achieving audible volume through a volume of sources, or perhaps the same source many times.*
One of the tethers turns to [possessive pronouns] thread. [Subjective pronouns] prepares to speak, and through the thread I listen.
Live and drink, [name].
| [1] What are you? | |
| [2] What is a tether? | |
| [3] What is a thread? | |
| [4] Live and drink, painted dancer. | [End] |
What
This is not clear. I am some thing a part. I see much but not my self.
I am not until my threads are. I am this one by my tether. Other tethers have other ones.
| [1] What are you? | |
| [2] What is a tether? | |
| [3] What is a thread? | |
| [4] Live and drink, painted dancer. | [End] |
Tether
An im perfect metaphor. Embodied conscious ness. Boon companion. The thread is me. The tether is you.
To be here some thing must hold the thread. I try to choose a worthy and receptive being? Some times I fail.
| [1] Am I your only tether? | |
| [2] What are you? | |
| [3] What is a tether? | |
| [4] What is a thread? | |
| [5] Live and drink, painted dancer. | [End] |
Thread
An im perfect metaphor. Effigy, avatar, mani festation. My only self I see.
The thread ties to tether. With out this bond I am not here. I am, through you.
| [1] Am I your only tether? | |
| [2] What are you? | |
| [3] What is a tether? | |
| [4] What is a thread? | |
| [5] Live and drink, painted dancer. | [End] |
Lone Tether
In this uni verse, you are. There is but one thread for any given here.
Other heres have other ones, but only ever one per here.
| [1] Can this thread see other... 'heres'? | |
| [2] What if I don't want to be your tether? | |
| [3] What are you? | |
| [4] What is a tether? | |
| [5] What is a thread? | |
| [6] Live and drink, painted dancer. | [End] |
Quit
If you send me a way? The thread swings free for a time and is pulled back. I will not be in this here.
But it is with no ill will as I will find a nother. In the full ness of time.
| [1] Can this thread see other... 'heres'? | |
| [2] What are you? | |
| [3] What is a tether? | |
| [4] What is a thread? | |
| [5] Live and drink, painted dancer. | [End] |
Other heres
Some heres, yes. Ad jacent heres, for some value of ad jacent.
I can lean over to see some. Others, I have not the words available.
| [1] Yes, please tell me of another 'here'. | Bon Te Bok's response is chosen randomly from the phrases in this node. |
| [2] What are you? | |
| [3] What is a tether? | |
| [4] What is a thread? | |
| [5] Live and drink, painted dancer. | [End] |
Theres
I see the tether named Rikahart. Her mopango lover Freia-Lann rests curled against her flanks. The White Hart watches over them both with a thousand eyes.
I see the tether called Iota walking a crystal-eaten Qud. His crystal face reflects the salt sun, causing rainbows to play over the Jeweled Pronghorn that watches over.
I see the tether with no name and only an epithet called Stranger. Within the choking ash of their home swirls Tylo Poda, the camel whose humps cannot be counted.
I see Weary Paw Mara, hero of Qud in her here, asleep as she so often is. Curled up with her is the caprine form of her new thread, Viol.
I see a tethered Barathrumite named Mocafucila, lying prone alongside a mighty long rifle and her musk deer thread, Moschi.
I see the cold eyes of a hindriarch. She finds utility in tetherness, and she celebrates the return of an ancient deer-god even as she tightens her fist around her people.
I see Baiji, a thread in the form of a waterdwelling mammal, swim the salt sea alongside a scrap vessel built by its tether, Captain Neyimo.
I see Sharp-Smile Sabiya laughing with her many fungal mouths as she butchers and devours her enemies. Grin Pig, her thread, feasts on the ill-fated alongside her.
I see a squire of the Sons and Daughters peeling off their bloody rag-coat, knollworm skull, and old name, aided by an equine thread called Bucephalus. Sanding the gouge from a discarded aegis, they plan revenge.
Ah! I see this thread, Bon Te Bok. I leaned the wrong way, I am sorry.
| [1] Could you lean again, and tell me of another 'here'? | |
| [2] I have questions. | |
| [3] What are you? | |
| [4] What is a tether? | |
| [5] What is a thread? | |
| [6] Fascinating. Live and drink, faceted one. | [End] |