The Pool for a Fool/Episode Text

== Episode Text ==
That conclusion meeting was stale.
When everyone was leaving, no one even bothered to speak to me, again. It was as if I was the ghost like in the beginning of this entire ordeal. I would say something, and they would unacknowledge my presence with an override of conversation. Let alone, they all would ask silly questions or go around in a circle on answers. I don't know why they thought they got anything done today.
I knocked on Salmah's door. "Salmah. Open up."
"Now what?" He spoke through the door between us.
"I need some new clothes--or to wash them somewhere."
He opened it. "Go and wash them in the bathroom sink."
"What? No. I need a cleaner place to wash them."
"That's where I wash my clothes." He started to close the door, but I put my foot in the gap of closure.
"Are you sure there's no other place for me to try?"
"Be let me. Your foot move."
I moved my foot. "Just te--."
He slammed the door shut. He has to be angry about something, because he seems agitated of me or something.
I went to my other neighbor's door. "Zona, open up." But, for a while, no one opened the door. There wasn't even a noise. Supposingly, he disappeared to stay with someone else, perhaps.
"Savoice," Saz Tuy's stout war voice came behind me. "I heard there was a fight at the meeting between you and Interpreter Kon'effin."
"What are you talking about? There's no friction between us."
"Are you sure about that?" He started away. "Never mind. See you later."
I watched him walk away. "Where can I wash clothes?"
He still continued his walk, but said, "Use the pool of water that you have in your room."
"Pool of water?" Was this about to happen again? There was never a pool of water in my room from what I saw. It better not be there.
I rushed to my room. Going so quick, the door seemed to open by itself without any thought adhered to it. In the room was the mirror, and the hanging bed, and the reclining chair, and the black ceiling, and the steam pores at the side of the wall. But there wasn't a pool of water.
Thank Ovilis. For once, she didn't humiliate me.
I sat down on the bed. There was nothing regarding me that would make me more happier than knowing that there was nothing to hold me back in what I see. But, there is still the struggle of still accepting what is there or not. Maybe the pool of water is here, but I just don't see it?
My anticipation turned my eyes to the pores in the wall for the shower. That can only emit steam, but I could use that to at least dampen my clothes. So, I took all of my used clothes, including the dirty ones I had on, and put it against the pores and let it steam the entire room. How relaxing.
After a long while of doing that, I put on my "clean" clothes and walked to Interpreter Satire's place. He was welcoming as any person from Salwom, and we ate meat for a while, too. We had our humorous conversations about our childhood. Interpreter Satire said that he hunted for much game, and with that, failed numerous times. I told him that my parents hunted for all of my food, but I always was zealous to help them.
My parents were none that I would ask for in their place. My mother named Ultiny Demoy was very intelligent in her profession of finances. But, she was also the well-structured disciplinarian in the place of my father who was always absent. Never Demoy was my father, and he was a philosopher during his appointed time. When he did come to visit me, he would reward me for all of the work that I did at Bondas Covoy. My mother was the one telling me that I did something wrong for the work. So, often my parents conflicted.
But, one day while I was studying at school, some student told me that I had to go home and see my parents. I didn't know why at first, but when I got to the house, I was in for a surprise.
"Your father's become a Higher, Savoice," my mother hugged me. "Do you know what that means?"
"What?"
"That means me and you are becoming Voices."
"We're going to become Voices?"
"Yes, yes. I love you so much." From there, she hugged me for a long while, and I was inclined to squeeze her firmly, too. Something great happened. That meant free feasts and words to the other Highers in possibility to become one, too.
For once had I heard my mother tell me that she loved me for something I didn't do. Since my mother was my figure, she made confirmation that becoming Voices was a great thing. I didn't truly know what being a Voice was at first, but after a week of the burdenless lifestyle ensured by the public favor and limitless spicy meats, I understood completely.
I told Interpreter Satire about all this, and he seemed fascinated.
"Wow, Savoice," he said. "That's a good life ya got there. I didn't know you were that rich and earned your position from your father."
"That's kinda how it happened. I became a Higher because of my exceptional scores in the secrecy assessment of the "Capability Test". Manipulative I can be, and lie without discovery."
"What?"
I noticed the wording a bit. "I mean, I can speak to people the way I want without them knowing how I truly feel."
"Fellow, are you sure about that? I can tell when you're mad."
"Yes, I'm sure. I can make things seem real when they're not."
"I still don't get what you mean."
I sighed. "Never mind. Did you take tests in Salwom?"
For a little, he glared into my eyes with some level of concern. He nodded, "Sure did. In Salwom, everything there is extremely balanced out by the creatures and climate. I had to fight Fannakiws and eat them for lunch. There was one test in particular that I had to take called the 'Pursuit to Omnipotence', and I failed that one. It was me having to go through all these obstacles and ensuring that I bleed none. But, there were knives and quick creatures all over the place; I couldn't help failing it."
"You should take it again."
"No, no. I think that being here in Ovilis has had a toll on my physical strength. It probably got worse."
The two of us were merry for the rest of the day eating our health away with all that meat. Eventually, Salmah came to join us and dragged along Polly, too. The whole feast became a party almost, playing Salwomese games and jestering around.
"Isn't it weird that Khovab is the only one here with a beak?" Salmah laughed. "And, he's the only Vavy loyalist that I know of, too."
"Vavy?" Interpreter Satire rolled his eyes. "What does this all mean, fellow?"
"You don't know what a 'Vavy' is?" Polly said. "Yep, you're truly from Salwom."
"Well, I don't deny it."
I smiled. "But, I'm from Pertan and still know what that means."
"The Pertanese are the people that enforced it and stuff," Polly said. "Of course you'd know."
"Yeah, but the Salwomese should know, too."
"Come on, someone, just tell me," Interpreter Satire said. "Salmah, tell me, fellow."
"Uh, how do I explain it?"
"The Vavys are people who discourage the creation of Reyonis Platura by the Nylans," I said. "Meaning, if a person wanted to believe that there was a deity that created Reyonis Platura, then we would be considered the first generation."
"First generation?" Interpreter Satire said. "There's obviously more history behind where we are now."
"Well, they don't want to believe it."
"Don't get I just they why do this?" Salmah attempted. The rest of us had our eyes wasted on that, so we proceeded in conversation.
"Well, yeah," Polly said. "I guess they want to be praised later on in history, which is pretty long-term to me. Who would be alive to see that?"
"That's just ridiculous," Interpreter Satire said. "Here are all of these intelligent people saying that we have to suddenly erease the past, even that we were born and stuff. Just ridiculous."
"I don't know how far they're going to take on with it," I said. "But, I do know that they have been ejecting people to go here in Ovilis if they didn't obey."
"Hmm...is that why you're here?" Salmah said.
"No," I sighed. "I've been assigned here by the 'Almasia Law'. There's that new law which makes Pertanese work for ten years in a specific area. I've been assigned to Ovilian Law."
"Ooh, that's kinda cool," Polly somehow said. "Ten years with Savoice Demoy. That's going to be great."
"Ten years? I don't even know how long I have to stay," Interpreter Satire said. "I hope I get outta here soon."
I said, "I hope they cut it, too. I don't want to be here anymore."
"I'm pretty sure you don't," Polly looked away. "Well, with the time you have now, you should make the best of it so you appreciate it later."
I stood up. "What time is it?"
"'Time to go,' he said to himself," Polly narrated then smiled. "It's probably only just now the latter afternoon."
"Alright, you all," I started out, "see you at a later time."
All of them remained in their seats, perfectly saluting me out. "See ya later, Savoice," Interpreter Satire gave his goodbye.
Outside of the room was the clock I was looking for. I couldn't read it, though. If only I could.
"Savoice," Zyphera was behind me. "Let me talk to you."
"What is it?"
"I wanted to tell you that Moderator Ed-Nonon wants to start right with you."
"'Start right?'" I did not even tell him anything. He just happened to want to apologize to me to soften me up—just like what Moderator Hoberzt did. How beautiful reverence can be.
"Yes," she said. "He said that he was very regretful of what he did to you that morning when he attacked you."
"Is it because he attacked you?"
"No. He's sincere about his concern for you. As for me, I'm fine. He said that he wanted to speak with you sometime today."
What if it were some trick?
"Moderator," I said, "He could be trying to attract me to him so he can finish me off."
"Why don't you believe me? He really wants to reconcile." She shook her head and began to leave. "Just go see him for yourself. He's in the meeting room."
"Wait, wait. What time is it?"
She glanced at the clock. "Can't you read it? It's two minutes before the tip of the evening."
"I can't read it. I don't know what this whole system relies on or anything."
She smiled and departed. "Someone should really teach you."
I watched her graceful form move away from me as my motives turned elsewhere. To the meeting room I went and sure enough was Moderator Ed-Nonon sitting there tapping his nails on the noisy table.
"Savoice..."
"What are you so concerned about? Wanna reconcile now after you got in trouble, hmm?"
He turned to me. "I never knew that your identification files were ereased."
"How would you not know that? An executive like you should've seen that. I tried to tell the other Intrepreters, but they apparently aready knew about it."
"I did get into some trouble with the Dojyu and Ovil. But, they gave me permission to 'enforce' what's necessary from here on."
"What do you mean by that?"
"They mean I have the right to humble when you're getting outta place. But, the Ovil told me about the files..."
"Yes, my middle name is not Ertis. It's Allashar."
"And you were already born here in Ovilis?"
"Well, yes."
He leaned up to me. "Meaning that your parents broke the law of Ovilis."
"What does that law state, anyway?"
"No child born here is not allowed to leave Ovilis unless they have an officialized exception. You didn't have one stamped, but your parents did. Because of this, I feel rather sorry for you."
My parents did not have my files stamped, but they had theirs stamped. They were legal to leave, but I was not. Now fate has met me again.
"I..." No words could even come to me.
That bull blinked hard. "They wanted to abandon you, Savoice. When I saw that, I understood why most Pertanese are imbeciles. Because their parents were."
"Don't call my parents imbeciles! If there was one person to call an imbecile, it would be you for trying to fight against me!"
"Savoice, you're getting angry because it's true," he calmly said. "You're parents were imbeciles for trying to do that to you."
"Well, why didn't they leave me there then?"
"They didn't leave you here because one of the parents held it to themselves that they would be accountable for leaving you."
"But...why do you want to reconcile with me over this? It has nothing to do with you."
"Didn't I say that earlier, you dim wit? I had sympathy for you. Had." He stood up. "Looks like you don't want it, though."
"I want it. I mean, I want you to tell me what the conditions for reconciliation are, so we can both adhere to it."
He looked at the podium setting of the room. "You and me should remain off of each other's toes. If you get out of your place, then I'll tell you. If I get out of mine, you tell me. I will be an Interpreter in your shoes, and you're the executive."
I win. "Moderator, are you saying that we should remind us of our positions?"
"What do you think I'm saying?" He started to walk out, but ran into Dojyu Coffnaigh at the door.
"Well, a great binding has taken place once again," the Dojyu said. "A great one, indeed. Now Savoice's parents aren't imbeciles."
"Leave it be," Moderator Ed-Nonon finally departed.
"Hmph," Dojyu watched. "Savoice, I was actually going to tell you that myself. I, after all, was the one that sent your documents with someone. Your fault, though for fainting."
"Can I control when I faint?"
"I think you can. You pretend you can't, though."
"What do you want? Weren't you watching us the whole time?"
He put his hand on my shoulder, and I quickly pulled away from him. "Resistant," he said, "yet accepting with his reality--for now. Tell me, have you seen any more strange things since the last time we've spoken?"
"No. Everything's normal."
"Actually, it's not, Savoice. Look around you."
I frowned a bit, but took his word to scan my eyes around the room. The room was dull of color as usual, with all the tables and chairs subordinate to the ground and the podium standing at the front. There were the beams running up the wall like in my room. But, nothing seemed different.
"Very blind, it seems," Dojyu Coffnaigh said. "Do you see anything, Savoice?"
"I see you."
"What else?"
"What do you mean, 'what else'? I see everything--like I said earlier."
"Do you see Najarv'sye standing at the podium right there?" He pointed, but nothing was there.
"Najarv'sye isn't even in this room. Are you trying to make me look delusional again?"
"Again? What had I done to you in the past?"
"Don't forget what we talked about in your office, Dojyu. If there is any suspicion, what did I say?"
"What did you say, because I don't remember." He had to remember.
"You would be dead," I said. "And everyone else would be, too."
"Is that a threat? I don't even remember what I did to you."
"Uch, of course it is! Why are you so hard to speak to?"
"Because you can't hear yourself, Savoice. You're saying all these things and not understanding why. You can't even explain what I did." He smiled. "It seems like you don't even mean it, either. Um, let me get back on topic. Where was--?"
My feet set off for destination. "I'm leaving."
"No, you're not," he grabbed me with both hands this time. "Let me give you a scenario, Savoice. Lets say that you are a native to a place, like your home region Pertan, for example. You had lived there for all of your life. Yet, you have also been to other places. You don't deny that you've been to those places, but for sure you know you haven't lived there.
"There was something strange about your hometown, though. All of the people there jester around often and merry for all of their lives. They have nothing to worry about. They never experience sorrow. You know why this is so?"
I glared at him. "Because they came from other places."
"Savoice, so brilliant--so intelligent."
I smiled. "I knew it all along. It is because--."
"Yeah, but the thing is, you think I said you're brilliant, when I actually meant you're quite dense in the head. Such an empty response."
"Do you even know where you're going with this analogy? It doesn't make sense."
"Hmph. The hometown never worried because they always jestered about their problems and saw it merry. Even if someone close to them died, they would mock the death to ease the sorrow. And, it's successful. The sorrow fails to exist."
"What? That doesn't even make sense, Dojyu."
"Just listen. All of the people in this presumed Pertan in this situation have their ideals on how they view their world. Everything is viewed as pleasure, regardless of what it is. But, what if you went to another place? Would they view it the same way? Of course not. They would see you as sadistic when laughing at a singing glass girl of curses. Savoice, how do you think you presumably recognized that there was something strange about your hometown?"
"Because it wouldn't look right to laugh at sorrowful matters."
"How do you know what's sorrowful?"
"Well, a person has their views of sorrow when...I don't know, Dojyu."
"Savoice, it looks that you don't understand when to feel certain emotions. This is the very point I was getting at. You're just proving my point."
"What point?" By this point, I had become very weary of the draining conversation.
"You are from Pertan, Savoice, but you know how to deny reality."
"What?! You told me that I didn't deny reality!"
"You don't. I'm not lying to you. But, you have the skill to do it. When you start using it, then you'll be doing it, right?"
"I don't know where you get this from," I shook my head. "This has nothing to do with my parents signing me out of return from Ovilis..."
"You think not? I think so. Your hometown is Pertan, but you've somehow been to another place before. Something was strange, right? Pertan is reason; Ovilis is decision. Which do you use?"
Finally, I had enough and shook his grasp off of me. "I'm leaving, Dojyu."
And he didn't fight. "Looks like you've chosen it," he said. "Leaving a place for no reason at all is a decision. Just as you left Ovilis for no reason, and how you left Pertan for no reason, your reality may do the same to you."
I stopped. "I left to become a Higher in both situations."
"And he explained his denial to you," he pointed to where Najarv'sye was claimed to be. "Now it's his reality. No denial. Just acceptance."
I continued to walk in consideration of his words. There was nothing more bothersome than his  confusing words about the Ovilian Arch of Sudies and what it concerns with me. Most of all, him bringing up the Highers again structured me back on track.
Here I am attempting to gain a positive reputationn in Ovilis when I should be swaying them to haivng me as their leader. They all should be listening to me, because I am the Higher. It just seems that so quickly in five days my mind can shift very quickly. I need to hold ground to what I believe should be the norm or not.
After the long conversations with the people, I found myself in bed fast asleep. It seemed as a deep cover that swirled around my mind with tranquil, soothing personas to my tense mind. My tall ears always function, and I heard a dry voice.
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