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[castrationfist]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Iskaulit
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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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Felix Harrowgate - ota

[lord_wizard]

[One of the many negatives about living in the fleet is that had a tendency to strip a person of their purpose. Families were left behind, quests left unfinished, wars left un-fought. Their usual jobs had no little to impact on the ones they were now assigned, leaving most to grasp around for some way to fill up their time or reconnect to those tiny pieces of meaning.

While this was true for Felix, he had always carried part of that identity around with him. His magic was a part of him. Something as inextricable as a heartbeat, and although not vital to his ability to function, it certainly felt that way when it wasn't there. While his magic isn't gone, it's inaccessibility makes him feel far more naked than nearly anything this universe or the last has managed to subject him to. It's a lot like missing a limb, or having it tied behind his back. A no amount of struggling can free it.

For the time being, he's avoiding his own ship. The Starstruck is too full of thorns in his current condition. So while he stays with Crowley on the Pathstone, he still needs to spend his time somehow, and that leads him to haunting - a bad choice of words, that - the Iskaulit. He busies himself with some semblance of a routine - straightening and logging books in the library, eating and drinking at Malum, walking in the community garden. None of this changes anything. He's still helpless, and the fantôme is still there, locked up and quiet but waiting. There is nothing else either of them can do, really.

He only deviates from his path a few times. In the meditation room, he sits in trance, back straight and peaceful from the outside. Inside, he circles his mental contsruct while the fantôme hisses it's defiance at him. The city around him is quiet, yielding no more answers to this problem than it has any other time, and Horn Gate still leads no where. But he keeps looking. Keeps hoping.]

((ooc: this is the final stage of Felix's canon bump. He is without magic and is still possessed, though the spirit is restrained. Feel free to encounter him anywhere))