Parallels/Episode Text

== Episode Text ==
"That's what he called it," I said to Lovopian and Polly, who were sitting in front of me with their breakfast in hand. "He said it with a very light voice, as if I were to hear what he was saying."
"Y' know, it could be a bad sign," Polly said. "You know when you have a dream and stuff, and then you experience it later? What is that called?"
"I dunno," Lovopian shrugged. "Uh, is there a word for it?"
"Maybe there is," I said. "But, hey, hey, that's not the point. What person would tell me to tell all the people of Reyonis Platura where they are?"
"Najarv'sye, obviously," Lovopian smirked.
"Well, I mean, in a dream?"
"Anyone. Anything can happen in a dream. You know what, it could have been illusion-casting Polly here."
"No, no," Polly frowned up at Lovopian. "Fellow, you need to resolve yourself. I can't cast dreams and stuff on people."
Lovopian stood up. "Or can you?" He put his plate of grasses down and walked to the mirror for view.
I put down my fork. "What is your ability, Polly?"
"Lovopian just said that I can cast illusions. I can show any illusion I want, as long as it affects one person. I can't do it to everyone at once. I've tried, but--."
"On one person? Just one?"
"Yes, just one. And what about you, Savoice? What is your ability?"
"Talking," Lovopian sat back down in his place.
"That is not what he was asking," I picked up my fork and pointed it to him, "Although I do see it as a benefit. I can absorb other abilities and shift it into a perceptional fault on the target."
"A perceptional fault?" Polly said. "Do you mean just like an illusion?"
"I guess."
"What a coincidence," Lovopian smirked. "Two people have the same ability with eachother and can't even connect somehow."
"Well, if that's the case," I looked to eye-wandering Polly, "Tell me if that dream I had was an illusion or not."
The two of them locked their eyes on me. Lovopian, who was just finishing his meal, halted his eating as a piece of lettuce fell from his still mouth. Beside him was Polly, who was distracted at all of the scenery in my room, dull and bland of the black ceiling.
Polly shook his head. "Savoice, all dreams are illusions."
"No, they aren't," I put down my fork once again and pointed to him. "If they become a reality, weren't they real from the start?"
"Savoice, alot of things have happened to you in this time that you've been here," Lovopian said. "You should really be careful talking about those kinds of things, especially minding that you are on your last dock."
"How'd you hear about that?"
"I talked to Interpreter Kon'effin a little. That's what he said, so I'm spreading the word."
"Never mind. But, tell me, Polly. You didn't say anything."
Polly had his glareless red eyes locking into mine as he seemed to contemplate the tension out. His hands were folded. His mouth was dry and trembled no move. All was still of him but his glistening green hair.
I glared back. "Are they all illusions? Are they really? Answer me."
"I think that they become real. They're not real at first, but then they become real. Don't you remember? You said that at one of the conclusion meetings."
"Fellow, why are you pressuring him?" Lovopian said. "You were really about to make him say the wrong thing."
"Like what?"
"Like, you know, denying reality."
Polly stood up. "I'm leaving, Savoice. Come along, Lovopian."
Lovopian smirked. "No, fellow. Go along and flee."
"Why are you leaving?" I said.
"Because I was right," Lovopian said. "You're the one casting the illusions on Savoice."
"What? You?" I said.
"No, no..." Polly blinked hard. "I didn't do it. I'm not doing it. Why would you frame me like that, you imbecile?!"
"Polly, you little," my teeth were not long from gnashing and biting into Polly's deceitful skin.
"'Framing?'" Lovopian chuckled. "Look at you. You look like you're about to confess already. Just say it now before Savoice kills you."
"Say what? I'm not doing any of it!"
Oh yes, and I was going to kill him alright. I stomped over to him and pinned him against the wall.
"Tell me the truth!"
"I am telling the truth, the one that you're denying!"
Lovopian stood behind me, shaking his head in my peripheral eye. "Polly, that's why you wanted to leave that meeting so early when Najarv'sye was here."
"What? How proposterous! You left, too!"
I shook Polly in my grasp, pulling my face closer to his sweating self. "Don't try to pull this off on Lovopian. He knows what he's doing."
"Savoice, please, just put me down."
Even though my mind was racing with thoughts of revenge and blood and murder for all of the struggles I experienced all because of the illusions, my tight grip on Polly's tunic loosened. I was on my last dock; there was no need to spice up more trouble.
"Hey, Savoice," Lovopian pulled me away from Polly. "You alright, fellow?"
For a good while, Polly was rejuvenating himself, wiping his sweat on the cold ground, gazing into my rage. With a stumble, he got himself up and walked out of my room.
"Grr..." I watched him walk out. He was getting away with this without his own punishment. And Lovopian in this case, too, was quite shocked as I was.
"Savoice, fellow, get a hold of yourself," he held me from his shoulder. "You're slobbering."
"All of this turmoil I had been going through ends here," I pulled away and walked out.
"Savoice," Lovopian came behind me, "Just be careful what you do. He could be casting an illusion right now."
I continued to make my way to my destination as Lovopian stood behind.
Well, how in the world was I supposed to know what was real or not from there? If the dream was real at all, then this had to have been real, too. And, if all the other visions I had seen—the barred door, the ceiling painting, the empty shower pores, the well—they must have been real, too.
The only thing I had been experiencing all this time being in Ovilis was me denying everything and people denying me. Even from the very beginning, that Najarv'sye, or that Polly who put illusions on me, made me believe that I was the one of the ones that would see the corruption of this Ovilian society. But, instead, he was trying to make me see that I was the corrupt spec the entire time. What folly!
I pounded on the door to the executives' rooms. "Open up!"
"Hey, hey, imbecile!" Moderator Ed-Nonon pushed me away from the door. "What are you doing with your loud self?"
"I-I'm being framed by Polly! He's putting illusions on me!"
"Stop yelling, S--imbecile," the bull leaned closer to me. "What are you talking about 'illusions?'"
"I mean, Polly is casting illusions on me. You know, all those other times that I was seeing what people were saying were not there? Polly is doing this to me. He's trying to do what he did to Callinaiva! Yes, that's what he's doing!"
"Whoa, hey," Moderator Ed-Nonon put his hand over my mouth, looking around. "Don't ever say that again. Don't you know the consequences of talking about that?"
I tried to move his hand away, but he fought it back on there. Meanwhile, the other Moderators were entering the hall toward the door, with the Ovil at the front.
"There you are, Eddy," Callinaiva hissed. "Why didn't you come to the executive meeting?"
"Eddy" moved his hand off of my mouth. "I was taking care of other business. Some of the Salwomese officials a--."
"Enough," the Ovil glared. "Wasn't my specific orders, specifically for you, to come to the meeting today?"
"I-It was, sire."
"Now, why did you go outside of my orders?"
"I was getting in contact with some of the Salwomese officials regarding my expenditure here."
The Ovil looked at me. "And why are you here?"
My mouth trembled at the sight of the angered Ovil, prancing to speak, but Moderator Ed-Nonon took my hand instead. I pulled away.
"What are you doing? Let go of me."
The Moderator's deep eyes gazed into mine. "I..."
"Step aside," Cerva Sah said. "We need to get to our rooms now."
Accordingly, the two of us moved out of the way of the door and let them all go in.
"Keep it to yourself, Savoice," Dojyu Coffnaigh walked in beside Moderator Callinaiva. Moderator Elleai was behind him, watching me as well. Moderator Fuge mumbled something, but I failed to hear and care what he said. They were all inside, and now it was just us two—Moderator Ed-Nonon and I.
"What in the world was that about?" I said.
"About what?" He looked to the ground. "Now, I've gotten in trouble with the Ovil--again."
"Fellow, you're not in trouble. Tell me, what were you doing?"
"That shouldn't matter to you much, Savoice. What is it that you were trying to tell me?"
"Polly Ferwit is trying to make me like that dark Moderator."
He shook his head. "You mean Polly Feryit. Why do you think this?"
"He has the ability to cast illusions on others. And, Lovopian figured it out. Polly left the meeting early so that he could devise the plan, and Lovopian went with him to spy on him. Don't you remember that?"
"I don't think I was at that meeting. No one can leave when they want."
"No, it's the new rule that they enforced. Now, the 'Expression' meets are cut short from the question and answer part."
"Oh, that rule," he walked to the executive door and opened it with a touch of the handle. "Come with me."
"Are they going to let me in?"
"Just come in--taking your time." He walked in, and I followed.
We went straight into his room with no hustle behind our sleeves. From there, he told me about the situation of where he was attending to his own relations in Salwom. Apparently, the Salwomese leaders were considering to retain him to stay in Ovilis for his credential's sake, but he shared that he really did not want to go along with it. According to him, he believed that there may be something horrible about to happen to this place all because of me.
Regarding that issue, I told him all of the things I had seen in Ovilis—yes—even about my situation with Dagra. He attentively listened to me while still insulting some of my comments.
"I remember Dagra from the institute," he sighed. "We parted ways after that last year of the Shika festivals. But, I barely remember what she said to me."
"Oh, yes. Do you talk to her now?"
"No, I don't. I just don't have time."
We continued to talk, and we went deeper into our conversation. I told him about the meetings which he did not take a part of and all the conclusions that we came up with. To him, being a part of the Conclusion Team is a hassle, and it is. He gave his comments on some of the conclusions, notably the one that states "Ovilis will not restrain her hand from any person, and it will not have a reason of doing so." He believed that Ovilis was not a physical person, and that some of the inflictions coming from it was given by other people instead with their own powers.
I looked into his eyes. "Their own powers? You mean the special abilities that they were born with?"
"No, you imbecile. I was talking about their power to change the world. You know that people use theory to change the world around them. So, they could be overtheorizing it."
"Oh, you mean the power that we've come to with subjective circumstances. Well, if Ovilis was centered around that, tell me about the Vavy principles. Are we still not Nylans or what?"
"Argh," he waved his hand, "Let me tell you something, Savoice. You being a Higher at one time brings out that political side in you that makes me sick. But, I will say this; the entirety of Reyonis Platura is doomed for delusion."
"Delusion? Yes, delusion. But, what if they are just in the means to retitling themselves?"
"I still think that it's a delusion. It could be that some of the people have resorted to accepting their reality that there's no way back to the original planet, which I had never even seen before. I honestly doubt sometimes that we came from an 'orignal' planet, because I just don't see more than what's in front of us."
His room was vibrant and red balanced out with hints of black. Yet, the silence in the room settled our disputes with calm conversation and negotiation.
"Savoice, you need to be careful of what you say here," Moderator Ed-Nonon led me out of the door after our long discussion.
"What else can I do? Expect it to go right if I keep quiet?"
"No, you need to speak to certain people you trust and hope they'll keep it to themselves."
"Well," a breath passed my nose, "I've already found that. Moderator Hoberzt, the one that shows dislike toward me, cowered down for once. So, I expect him to come along with me."
"Moderator Hoberzt, huh?"
"Yes. I'll see you later." I went back to my room door, finding that Finalizer Jalade was standing there with Finalizer Tuy and Finalizer Itio Van.
"What are you all doing here?" I tried to get past them.
"We were looking for your room," Finalizer Tuy said. "And now we're here talking about you."
"What about me are you so concerned about?"
"Well, you were the one that gave us all a scare the other day, right?" Finalizer Jalade said. "Yeah, you also told me about that well, too. Is it still there?"
"It will always be there. It's reality."
All of them looked to eachother, and then Finalizer Itio Van said, " You know, I was wondering if we could go into his room a little and do a small investigation."
I frowned. "Investigation?"
"Yes," he put his hand on a door knob. "There's been some rumor going around that what you've been saying was true about the ceiling and stuff. We wanted to look into it to confirm it."
"Oh, my," I stared at the door knob, "How did that get here?"
Finalizer Jalade smirked. "Are you experiencing it again?"
"That door knob was not there before. I know it wasn't."
The three of them huddled around the door knob and observed, with them inching their fingers to it one-by-one. Jalade was gasping with his hand over his mouth, stepping away. Itio Van had his eyes closed but was still aware on where to look. Saz Tuy slowly felt the door for every detail. All of them were somewhat awed, while I was on the brink of anger.
"This is what I was talking about," I said to the ground. "Every time there is something going on, or when I'm in peace for once, this place just curses me with another illusion. When will this all stop? Probably when I get out--."
"Wait, you say that when you're in 'peace?'" Finalizer Itio Van said.
"Yes. When I don't think about something changes, it does. So, then when I tell others, I get denied, and I just go and forget about it. But, once again, it's happening to me."
Jalade looked to Itio Van. "You know, this could be someone casting illusions."
"The only person here that is registered to be able to cast illusions is Polyizxen. This might be a premeditated attack on Savoice. After all, he's the only Pertanese suboordinate here."
Saz Tuy's ear twitched. "Someone is listening to us."
"What? Where?" I said.
The attentive rhino walked around from the farther sides of the hall, back and forth, to there and from there. However, he didn't seem to trace who seemed to stalk us.
"Let us go in the room," Finalizer Itio Van said. I opened the door for them to enter.
"There's that well he was referring to," Jalade said. Itio Van was looking at the mirror, while Saz Tuy stood outside in wonder of the noises he heard.
"Look here," I pointed. "Here are the shower pores that appeared. And this black ceiling. But, how can I prove that they were there in the first place?"
"Well, you can't, really," Itio Van said. "You need to start keeping a drawing journal or something of your surroundings so that we at least know what your room used to look like. Otherwise, it'll seem a lie."
"Well, then you'll think that I drew the pictures up on the spot. Haven't you thought about that? I need a witness, so that they can witness what I see with me."
"A witness would mean that someone would have to follow you for a long time nonstop, regardless of where you go. But, this also means that catching these changes would become easier."
"I could make a story off this for my children," Jalade smiled. "It could be called 'Savoice's Dream of Delusion' or something."
"Children?" I stared at myself in the mirror. "They wouldn't know who I am, firstly. Secondly, that's just a silly title, fellow."
"Focus, Jalade," Itio Van said. "Just for your change of topic, I assign you under the authority of Cerva Sah to shadow Savoice for the time being."
"Whoa, what?" Jalade shook his head. "I'm not doing that. We still have to make resolutions to present to the executive board in a few weeks."
"A few weeks?" I said. "There's deadlines? We haven't even gotten that far with the conclusions, yet."
"Well, there's not entirely deadlines, but we have to at least get most of the tasks accomplished before the end of the season," Itio Van said. "As for you, Jalade, I will be assigning you to Savoice's aid every day until you see something strange. I will ask for Cerva Sah's permission on your exempts."
Jalade sighed. "You just can't do that, Pelonis. Just because you're the lead of this finalizer team doesn't mean that you can just assign us whereever you want. And, Lalovan needs to know about this, too."
"This will be great," I said. "I will finally have a witness."
From outside, there were sounds of hustling and banging against the wall. Shouts shook the conversation between us, granting the instinct for us to run to the wall. Jalade slid the door open despite the knob handle and ran outside. Saz Tuy and Moderator Ed-Nonon were fighting.
"You got in the way!" Moderator Ed-Nonon picked up a nearby table and bashed it right into Saz Tuy's head. "Get away from here!"
"Oh my," Itio Van had his hand over his mouth. "Jalade, do something."
Saz Tuy slid under Moderator Ed-Nonon and grabbed his ankles, causing the latter to stumble into some of the already shattered glass. But, that became his weapon. Moderator Ed-Nonon grabbed some of the shards and moved Saz Tuy, who was still onto his ankles, into some of the deeper parts.
Jalade ran into the scene and grabbed Moderator Ed-Nonon by the horns. "Stop it, you imbecile! Stop, Stop!" Yet, the angry bull used his own head to lunge Jalade into the window with cuts of blood.
"This is becoming offensive," I said. Meanwhile, a familiar person of red hair and stressed, bright, orange eyes ran toward me.
"Savoice, ah!" He darted out of the way of the fight. "Oh my, sire, Higher Savoice Demoy, I have a letter for you!"
In the background, the fight had become intense as more of the people in the facility did their best to contain that Moderator's rage. Itio Van, Lalovan, Myaari, Callinaiva, and Moderator Fuge were now in the battle.
"G-Give me that," I snatched the letter as the young male fleed. All I could do was skim the paper, because in a time such as that, there was no way for me to ignore a risk for my life. However, After the first few sentences, there was something that evoked in me that lured me away from the fight:
    To Savoice Demoy of the Suboordinate Branch under the Ovilian Arch of Studies,
    By the appointment of the President of Pertan, Kalio Puytera the reigning Head over the Highers assigned all over Reyonis Platura, a new order reinforcing the newly established Almasia Law will be implemented within two years of assignment according to the rating of works. 
    It had been our reigning concern, that without mind to the situations that had began to take place in the given region, that the resolution to dismissing a Higher for other means have brought indifferent results. The prerequisite of serving for the government and welfare and regard for the other individuals on Reyonis Platura has granted an opportunity to revoke the service and advise for admission to return.
    The new law states that all people must adhere to this law immediately in the courtiership of their service awhile filing for their departure. However, this does not ultimately revoke the given task by the Almasia Law. According to the region and assignment, the service days for all Highers will be shortened significantly to fill in for residence maintenance. Upon return, every returning individual must provide some evidence of unattainable labor found with only experience of presence at the given area. A presentation must be provided before a higher class in order to provide insight for the experience and credentials. This, in turn, should thaw the individual out of the bounding principle.
    It is a pleasure to hear some interesting insight from you specifically, Savoice Demoy. As it is the difficult part of residing in Ovilis and adhering to the estranged customs practices there, it was also much of a notable sacrifice to allow yourself to be placed in such a situation. Previously known to use the granted gift of wealth to sever any problematic circumstance to purchase out of it, your generosity and loyalty to the Pertanse Enforcement Assembly alludes to you at greater measures for your release of a very valuable component to life success.
    Furthermore, this is your personally formal address to grant you leave from Ovilis after such requirements have been provided for us. Take care and wishes for the best,
    Kalio Puytera, Resigning Head of the Pertanese Province for Platurian Justice
"Wha...?" I clenched the letter as I heard Moderator Ed-Nonon damage the fighers against him.
"I am going to find my way out of this place!" He said.
"You need to calm yourself down," Dojyu Coffnaigh was there now. "Lean against the wall and calm yourself. Now."
Moderator Ed-Nonon looked at his balled fists. "Even if I did submit to this rule, there would be no way out of the contract. Even if I destroyed the contract, all of you would still be here to bound me!"
"We'll talk about this later, Jola," Moderator Fuge said. Then, he began to mumble some more as no one questioned what he said.
"There may not be a later for this," Dojyu Coffnaigh said.
I watched in the background, clenching the letter with more excitement that would even come to overfill my heart. Here this contract was informing me of an official document for the admission to return, and that poor bull was battling his own issue which I have found resolve for. That is how unfortunate the reap-sow concept works for me. Once I am attacked by another, the other will suffer.
"Come on, Jola," Moderator Fuge offered his hand to the angered one.
Myaari walked toward me. "Savoice, did you see what happened?"
"I saw a little. We heard a noise - Jalade, Itio Van, Tuy, and I. We heard some pounding or something, but wasn't sure at first where it was coming from."
"He may be dismissed," Myaari watched as Jola was being hauled of the hands by Moderator Fuge and Dojyu Coffnaigh.
"Dismissed?" I said. "Look at how they're leading him out. He looks like he's being coddled."
"That's the end of that," Jalade said. "Savoice, can we continue to look through your room?"
"Just bring yourself. You are my shadower after all."
"We may have to attend another discipline meeting," Finalizer Itio Van said. "Let us go in that direction. Good work on intervening, Saz."
"I had to do something," Saz Tuy said. "Let Jalade stay with Savoice so that we don't miss anything."
"Right, right. Lalovan also needs word on this. Let's go." From there, Finalizer Itio Van and Saz Tuy left the scene along with the others that were there also.
"What is wrong with that guy?" I said.
"Who?" Jalade said.
"Moderator Ed-Nonon. What's the matter with him? He's always so angry."
"It may have to do with his service hours here in Ovilis assigned by the Salwomese institution he came from."
I looked down at my letter and then looked back to Jalade. "Here, read this."
His eyes scanned the paper for a while and smiled at some points. "You know," he looked at me, "This reminds me of the story of the 'Lost Seed.' Have you ever heard of it?"
"I don't have time for that right now." I walked into my room and let Jalade inside.
"I'll tell you anyway," Jalade said.
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