Finding a Conscience (Open)
Mar 6, 2021 20:55:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2021 20:55:09 GMT -5
As it turned out, the conscience shtick didn't exactly come with a guide book.
Granted, it would have been silly to expect as much. After all, it wasn't as though Jiminy had applied to the position in a traditional manner... or been hired in a traditional manner. He hadn't been hired at all, actually, he'd been knighted, by— of all things— a fairy that turned into a star (or vice versa; the particulars of that sort of magic were another matter that evaded Jiminy's understanding).
Given the circumstances and complete lack of guidance, Jiminy felt that he was doing... decently, really. For himself and for his charge. Okay, yes, he hadn't taught any particularly significant lessons. Not ones that had stuck, in any case— he was working on it. There was a rather steep learning curve. But Pinocchio hadn't gotten into too much trouble, at least not that Jiminy knew of, and they were both relatively safe and stable here, and he counted that as a win given his complete lack of preparation. He was counting his victories, frankly. But it didn't stop the creeping sense of worry that perhaps he wasn't doing quite... enough. Enough to live up to the title he'd been given, or the shiny golden badge, or anything.
The good news was that this new place he'd found himself in was— well, it was the same as the world he was familiar with before. People were people, human or otherwise... which was to say they made many, many highly questionable decisions. Morally questionable, to be precise.
And that, Jiminy figured, was where he ought to come in. It was his job, after all, to guide people onto better, brighter pathways. To teach wisdom, or at least sound moral judgment. Not that he was looking for a new charge, per say, because Pinocchio would always be his focus and his priority, but there was no harm in... you know... hunting out folks who needed help. Advice. A little pestering. Just to make an attempt to nudge them closer to the light. If he could do anything to make this place better.. well, wasn't that his job?
It was a nice day out, sunny and clear and not too terribly busy, so Jiminy didn't run much risk of losing track of anyone in the crowd as he wandered and waited and watched, perched wherever he had a good vantage point to seek out less-than-savory behavior to attempt to correct.
After all, it was high time he started taking his position seriously.
Granted, it would have been silly to expect as much. After all, it wasn't as though Jiminy had applied to the position in a traditional manner... or been hired in a traditional manner. He hadn't been hired at all, actually, he'd been knighted, by— of all things— a fairy that turned into a star (or vice versa; the particulars of that sort of magic were another matter that evaded Jiminy's understanding).
Given the circumstances and complete lack of guidance, Jiminy felt that he was doing... decently, really. For himself and for his charge. Okay, yes, he hadn't taught any particularly significant lessons. Not ones that had stuck, in any case— he was working on it. There was a rather steep learning curve. But Pinocchio hadn't gotten into too much trouble, at least not that Jiminy knew of, and they were both relatively safe and stable here, and he counted that as a win given his complete lack of preparation. He was counting his victories, frankly. But it didn't stop the creeping sense of worry that perhaps he wasn't doing quite... enough. Enough to live up to the title he'd been given, or the shiny golden badge, or anything.
The good news was that this new place he'd found himself in was— well, it was the same as the world he was familiar with before. People were people, human or otherwise... which was to say they made many, many highly questionable decisions. Morally questionable, to be precise.
And that, Jiminy figured, was where he ought to come in. It was his job, after all, to guide people onto better, brighter pathways. To teach wisdom, or at least sound moral judgment. Not that he was looking for a new charge, per say, because Pinocchio would always be his focus and his priority, but there was no harm in... you know... hunting out folks who needed help. Advice. A little pestering. Just to make an attempt to nudge them closer to the light. If he could do anything to make this place better.. well, wasn't that his job?
It was a nice day out, sunny and clear and not too terribly busy, so Jiminy didn't run much risk of losing track of anyone in the crowd as he wandered and waited and watched, perched wherever he had a good vantage point to seek out less-than-savory behavior to attempt to correct.
After all, it was high time he started taking his position seriously.