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[mysterzie]

WHO "Ino" & YOU
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!!
ACTION Starstruck for anyone that might look in the cargo bay.
WHEN April 12th.

[ Ino, what'choo doin'? She looks... strained. Stressed, but trying to hold it together. She's sitting in front of the camera, taking a deep breath as if to prepare herself for what she is about to say. ]

Hey, guys. This is really sudden, but I need to ask a favor of anyone who'd listen. It's important! I've got this friend... he's got a huge problem. Back where he's from, some people can hold a lot of powers in them, not magic or anything like that, and they need to take even more in sometimes or they go crazy. Or die.

Does anyone have any powers they could... lend him? He'll give them back, he promises, it's just—[ She reaches up, clutches at her chest like it's hurting her to think about it. Judging by the slight sheen of sweat on her face, maybe it is. ]—he needs help really badly. I'm worried about him, and there's not much I can do...

[ Her head dips, long bangs covering her face before she sucks in a breath, part for the show and part out of real difficulty in keeping herself together right now, before her hand snaps out and she turns off the feed to collect herself. ]

Comments

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[arcanepower]

Ino?

[Something is off here but he can't quite place it. What she's saying hits really close to home, though.]

Some people need their powers to live, too. Your friend should've asked earlier. Before he was in trouble.

[Yes, this kid is being condescending. And you know why? BECAUSE HE DID THE SAME SHIT. IT GOT HIM NOWHERE.]

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[mysterzie]

[ Look you don't need to rub it in her face, she's learning this. It's what she gets for trying to be patient and behaved and it doesn't help that it's a child lecturing her. ]

That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he let it get too far.

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[arcanepower]

I've done that. It's very unpleasant.

[He doesn't offer to help.] Do you have powers? You could give him something.

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[mysterzie]

[ Which just solidifies the "kids suck" opinion of hers. ]

Uh... nothing that he could take. Which is why I'm asking for him!

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[arcanepower]

There are limits? How do you know that people responding to this can actually help him, then?

[He squints.]

I know you are trying to help, but...

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[mysterzie]

[ There aren't, as far as she knows, but she's running herself into loops. Anything to keep the conversation going and kindle hope for relief. ]

We won't know until we try! I'm not giving up just because this place is weird.

[arcanepower]

I suppose.

[Still unsure. Forever unsure.]

There's probably someone with healing magic who can alleviate the pain until he can set up a trade.

[mysterzie]

[ That's... actually a thought. She looks pensive, and hasn't really been looking at the camera for the last little while. It's hard to focus. ]

Have you heard of anyone?

[arcanepower]

There is Adrasteius-- he's on the Bishop now, with me. Your friend could also go to the infirmary and get potions or pills there.

Adra has magic, but he absolutely mustn't lose his powers. Make sure your friend knows that. He needs his mana to live. If he is hurt because of this...

[He'll be very unhappy.]

[mysterzie]

[ Yeah, she isn't so much into the killing thing. She doesn't even take powers directly from Jace when she needs them because taking from another dealer hurts. Someone who can help is someone who isn't going to be anywhere near her shitlist enough for that, no matter how tempting it would be. Gratefulness is like a wave and her shoulders just absolutely slump and there's a slight sniffle at the help. ]

I'll make sure he knows. Is he available? Now?

[arcanepower]

I... don't know. He might be sleeping. I will check.

[He disappears for a couple minutes.]

[mysterzie]

[ She takes the time to herself, lets the video click off and waits for a response somewhere. She is coming to realize she hates this stupid Fleet and everyone in it for having such complicated messes of powers or none at all. This isn't simple anymore. ]

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[hymnals]

[Adra's a light sleeper; he rouses immediately when Belthazar comes asking for him. He's not quite sure of the situation, or what exactly he's needed for, but if someone needs help--sure.]

All right, all right--what's going on here, exactly?

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[mysterzie]

[ She looks hopeful, almost overbearingly so, and doesn't even mind reexplaining the situation. ]

It's—my friend. He's really sick because he has to take powers in to survive and there aren't that many powers here to take in, and this kid said you could heal and maybe make the pain less instead.

[hymnals]

[Squinting.]

Your friend?

[mysterzie]

Yeah? My friend.

[ Don't give her that look, her heart can't take it right now. GOSH WHY IS EVERYONE SO SUSPICIOUS. ]

[hymnals]

You're one hundred percent sure it's your friend. Keeping in mind that all these other responses you're getting are publicly available.

You're sure.

[mysterzie]

[ Gosh, y'all are superjerks for not letting her keep this illusion. ]

What does it matter as long as someone is in trouble?

[hymnals]

Because I don't fucking like it when people fucking lie to me.

[mysterzie]

Well I'm obviously not going to say anything where everyone can see it, and I don't know who everyone is.

[hymnals]

I'll meet you in person, but you had better have your own fucking face on when I do.

[mysterzie]

You're really angry for a healer.

[ Look, Aaron is a master of foot-in-mouth syndrome. Also hasn't been in their own face for about six years now, but she'll definitely use what has become her main face. Does that count? ]

[hymnals]

Oh? What the fuck does that mean? You have to be a gullible doormat to help people? I think not.

Tell me where you are.

[Well, it'll have to do.]

[mysterzie]

Well, why else would you help people?

[ There's a pause, then a hard sigh. ] The Starstruck.

video >> action

[hymnals]

Because it's the right thing to do, jackass.

[He clicks off, and heads to the ship specified. He fairly stalks in, his long ears flat against either side of his head--like an agitated cat. His whole posture radiates aggravation, in fact--shoulders hunched, fists clenched, long eyebrows drawn. His eyes glow fiercely; they're a piercing, radioactive green.

Adra doesn't cut an imposing figure otherwise. He's short and reed-thin, wearing long robes and fingerless gloves.]