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driftfleet2016-08-11 11:01 am
survivra) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-11 11:01 am
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Who: katsa & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now
—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—
[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.
She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]
You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now
—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—
[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.
She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]
You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.
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[He shrugged deeply, somewhat apologetic]
Can you explain it?
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[ That's a strange question. No one had ever really asked if she could explain it. She'd only ever been expected to do so, and done her best with it.
Of course, the answer is that she can explain what she knows, but Graces are unusual things. ]
Truthfully, I didn't know the full extent of my Grace until I was eighteen. I thought it was something else. I'd never compared myself with others, really, so it didn't seem so strange. I still can't do anything so very special; I just do it better than others.
I don't suffer from cold and hunger and exhaustion like others do. I feel those things, but they don't bother me. I've never been sick in my entire life. I rarely bruise. Most nights I make myself sleep, order it, only because I know logically that I should. I'm never lost. I can always make a fire, no matter the weather. Physical things that limit other people don't matter so much to me—I know instinctively how to live and thrive in the wilderness.
[ She hesitates. ]
...And if I'm attacked, I can kill anyone. At the slightest threat to my survival.
My body simply wishes to survive, so it usually finds a way. But I'm not immortal. I'm only better at these things than others.
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Very interesting. You said...the way I described magic reminded you of a Grace. Do you only feel it's presence when you use it? Have you always known it was there?
...am I asking too many questions? [He smiled crookedly]
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I don't—feel my Grace. Do you feel yourself using a skill when you walk? Or ride a horse? Or hold a knife for your dinner? How do you think I misunderstood it for so long and thought my stamina or my skill with a fire were simply because I had more patience than others? Do you feel the presence of your lungs when you breathe? It's just the way of things. To use your own metaphor, think of a fish in water.
Perhaps it might be different for someone with a different sort of Grace. But a Graceling child's eyes settle only weeks, sometimes months after birth. I don't even know what colors my eyes used to be, they settled so soon. I've always known myself to be a Graceling. But I'd no clue as to its nature until I was eight, and even then did not know it for what it truly is for another ten years after that. Even though I had its help in everything I did for all that time.
[ She squints at him. ]
It's why I think you must have one, even if you don't know it. No Ungraced has eyes like yours.
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[He still sounds vaguely skeptical about that fact, though some of the doubt is in part wondering if she might be right. No one yet has matched him in power on his own world, but the world was far larger than the small piece he'd seen]
Perhaps once you are settled into the fleet proper, we can discuss it more, and discover if there's any truth to your theory.
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[ The possibility of a Grace—it could simply be wishful thinking. But wishful or not, it's familiar, and that's good enough for now. ]
I imagine I'll speak with you another time, then.
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