09-09-2015, 03:16 PM
Marcus listened with unfeigned fascination, his mind racing along the possibilities. Of course the man seemed to enjoy being the one with the knowledge. Still, that wasn't a bad thing. In fact it could be useful. With a slight smile Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Indeed."
Examining that single datum immediately triggered a cascade of calculations and things began to click into place. Given the axiom that what he called The Force was merely a power long forgotten by many; And given that what memory there was of it was cloaked in myth and legend; The converse corollary was implied. There existed things in myths and legends such that although being in ostensibly fanciful stories, might in fact reflect reality in the distant past.
Another click. Most myths and legends had a dark and bloody aspect to them, their threat and danger absurdly high for their audience. Despite their being nursery rhymes or fairytales seemingly designed for innocent children, for example The Pied Piper, Hansel and Gretal or Rapunzel, their outcomes were often needlessly harsh and violent. Parents or those making up tales would not be expected to create such cruel and brutal stories. Therefore, this implied something further. Any such true memories they were based on would have a high probability of being themselves dangerous.
A final click. People like him and this man still had access to the power he chose to call the Force. Despite its being unknown and hidden to most everyone, it was still around, still very real. A final conclusion, then. He smiled, repeating the man's words to himself. There really are things that go bump in the night.
Except clearly this man had not deduced this probability from a few simple pieces of data. He had known of these creatures. Known and had been unsurprised. Another fact slid from memory. "I hunt monsters everyday."
The woman in the house. He surpressed the momentary desire to relieve that moment. Instead he focused on something else. This man laughingly holding the creature by the neck as it died. An implication was clear in all this. Or at least a small group of possibilities, all of presenting their own uses.
He focused, looking at the man directly, deciding on an angle to crack open this most intriguing puzzle. Already, he was proving valuable. "And how long have you been a hunter of monsters?"
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Sep 9 2015, 05:09 PM.
Examining that single datum immediately triggered a cascade of calculations and things began to click into place. Given the axiom that what he called The Force was merely a power long forgotten by many; And given that what memory there was of it was cloaked in myth and legend; The converse corollary was implied. There existed things in myths and legends such that although being in ostensibly fanciful stories, might in fact reflect reality in the distant past.
Another click. Most myths and legends had a dark and bloody aspect to them, their threat and danger absurdly high for their audience. Despite their being nursery rhymes or fairytales seemingly designed for innocent children, for example The Pied Piper, Hansel and Gretal or Rapunzel, their outcomes were often needlessly harsh and violent. Parents or those making up tales would not be expected to create such cruel and brutal stories. Therefore, this implied something further. Any such true memories they were based on would have a high probability of being themselves dangerous.
A final click. People like him and this man still had access to the power he chose to call the Force. Despite its being unknown and hidden to most everyone, it was still around, still very real. A final conclusion, then. He smiled, repeating the man's words to himself. There really are things that go bump in the night.
Except clearly this man had not deduced this probability from a few simple pieces of data. He had known of these creatures. Known and had been unsurprised. Another fact slid from memory. "I hunt monsters everyday."
The woman in the house. He surpressed the momentary desire to relieve that moment. Instead he focused on something else. This man laughingly holding the creature by the neck as it died. An implication was clear in all this. Or at least a small group of possibilities, all of presenting their own uses.
He focused, looking at the man directly, deciding on an angle to crack open this most intriguing puzzle. Already, he was proving valuable. "And how long have you been a hunter of monsters?"
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Sep 9 2015, 05:09 PM.
