Mqueserasera
Into the cat night
Fahrelnissa Peynirci
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]
LOCATION:
Cloudwalk Stadium, South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Passeri, Daemon, Sabrina, Dagger, Fahru, Masker Concertgoer K, Minato
ALL PROCEEDS
The vast directionless ocean Fahru was sailing did not cease expanding at the utterance of the beautiful word “love”. She recoiled at the very sound of it, and a distressed look passed over her face. What could she do with so general a concept? Before this Fahru had only facts, or rather, vague, rumored facts, and wanted to dig deeper to get a glimpse at the underlying root of this amazing person before her. She had thought of Iroi as just someone who had been driven by her unique circumstance and character to become who she was nowadays. But the one thing she did not expect was “love” at the heart of it all. So vast a thing. So grander than her finite imagination. But what exactly did she mean by it? If it was someone lesser, someone Fahru knew as selfish, petty, unremarkable like all the common folks out there, she would have dismissed it as a meaningless answer uttered to glamorize their pitiful existence. But it was Passeri Park who had invoked the word with such earnestly in her eyes. Naturally, it came out pregnant with implications. And yet she struggled to grasp all the meanings behind it. Love – what could one do with it? What could one do for it?
Just then, she was startled by Passeri’s finger snap in the middle of the phone call.
That kind of love.
Her head spun.
It made not much sense at first. But then at once, by a faculty much more primal than reason, Fahru found herself struck by the implicit meanings behind Passeri’s words. Love comes in all shapes and forms, for things we can touch, things we cannot, and things we can but sense by the most delicate sentiments that come, perhaps, once or twice in a lifetime. And the love Passeri spoke of, it was not for a particular person, nor a specific subject, not even a passion. No, when she said New Oasis, she meant every single little thing about it, didn’t she? It was the grandest one could have, the most selfless, for which—by which, it was the most beautiful. And was it not the very truth she had been searching for all this time? In Fahru there was hatred still, and resentment, and fear and also weaknesses. Ever she fancied herself a good person, yet flawed. Though she knew, she never tried to improve her shortcomings. She had thought herself only human, and thus allowed such failures in character to exist. For it seemed foolish to hold oneself to standards much beyond human capabilities. She was just a mere young girl in the face of the world—there were limits to what she could do.
But here, right here, she had been proven wrong, had met someone who could love everyone and anyone, and had pushed and had strived for heights few humans ever lived could, with the results to show for it.
And not just love. For love is something easy to proclaim. One can love humanity just like one loves being a good person and loves nature. But that kind of love is rarely tested, hence worth little.
No, hers, so she said—crazy, scary. And Fahru only understood what Passeri meant because she had thought long and hard about it before. Not a love that is vague, half-hearted, uncertain, and timid, but one that is expressed by all means necessary, crazily, passionately, hotly, boldly. Here stated true love in the face of the artificial varieties this city is so plagued by. It is one ordinary people are incapable of. The love they call agape.
And this must be stated again, quite strongly: Fahru, for so long she had settled with mediocrity, had found an inspiring idol, and thusly transformed. In just a few sentences, Passeri Park had exposed Fahru’s cowardly compromises and deep-seated weakness – all the things that had prevented her from reaching her true potential. There were no secret formulas there, only to try harder, to do one’s best, which she so far had failed to do.
The surface broke. And then her vision blurred. On the verge of tears, in an almost broken, stifled voice, she said, not through the parrot, but in her own voice that these days she rarely used. “Thank you, Miss Iroi—I get it now! You’re… certainly the most amazing person I have ever met! That I’m sure. It would be, if you’re willing to take it, it would be my greatest pleasure to assist your cause with all I have—all I can, the best I can!”
Of course, she now yearned to internalize this “Crazy love, scary love for everyone and everything” in her life. And to do so, she must no longer pull her punches. She must fulfill her dreams with obsessiveness. And violence, if needed be, should also be employed, for that certainly was what it meant by scary love.
Full of gratitude and burning conviction, the girl pivoted on her heels and strode with sure steps towards the door.
Just then, she was startled by Passeri’s finger snap in the middle of the phone call.
That kind of love.
Her head spun.
It made not much sense at first. But then at once, by a faculty much more primal than reason, Fahru found herself struck by the implicit meanings behind Passeri’s words. Love comes in all shapes and forms, for things we can touch, things we cannot, and things we can but sense by the most delicate sentiments that come, perhaps, once or twice in a lifetime. And the love Passeri spoke of, it was not for a particular person, nor a specific subject, not even a passion. No, when she said New Oasis, she meant every single little thing about it, didn’t she? It was the grandest one could have, the most selfless, for which—by which, it was the most beautiful. And was it not the very truth she had been searching for all this time? In Fahru there was hatred still, and resentment, and fear and also weaknesses. Ever she fancied herself a good person, yet flawed. Though she knew, she never tried to improve her shortcomings. She had thought herself only human, and thus allowed such failures in character to exist. For it seemed foolish to hold oneself to standards much beyond human capabilities. She was just a mere young girl in the face of the world—there were limits to what she could do.
But here, right here, she had been proven wrong, had met someone who could love everyone and anyone, and had pushed and had strived for heights few humans ever lived could, with the results to show for it.
And not just love. For love is something easy to proclaim. One can love humanity just like one loves being a good person and loves nature. But that kind of love is rarely tested, hence worth little.
No, hers, so she said—crazy, scary. And Fahru only understood what Passeri meant because she had thought long and hard about it before. Not a love that is vague, half-hearted, uncertain, and timid, but one that is expressed by all means necessary, crazily, passionately, hotly, boldly. Here stated true love in the face of the artificial varieties this city is so plagued by. It is one ordinary people are incapable of. The love they call agape.
And this must be stated again, quite strongly: Fahru, for so long she had settled with mediocrity, had found an inspiring idol, and thusly transformed. In just a few sentences, Passeri Park had exposed Fahru’s cowardly compromises and deep-seated weakness – all the things that had prevented her from reaching her true potential. There were no secret formulas there, only to try harder, to do one’s best, which she so far had failed to do.
The surface broke. And then her vision blurred. On the verge of tears, in an almost broken, stifled voice, she said, not through the parrot, but in her own voice that these days she rarely used. “Thank you, Miss Iroi—I get it now! You’re… certainly the most amazing person I have ever met! That I’m sure. It would be, if you’re willing to take it, it would be my greatest pleasure to assist your cause with all I have—all I can, the best I can!”
Of course, she now yearned to internalize this “Crazy love, scary love for everyone and everything” in her life. And to do so, she must no longer pull her punches. She must fulfill her dreams with obsessiveness. And violence, if needed be, should also be employed, for that certainly was what it meant by scary love.
Full of gratitude and burning conviction, the girl pivoted on her heels and strode with sure steps towards the door.