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Who: Syeira and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not really, but Red Fish if you want
When: Today.
[She doesn't really broadcast much. And this is not a very usual thing to address everyone with, so she's just a tad awkward under the serious tone.]
Hello everyone. I'm Syeira, one of the captains of the Red Fish. I don't know all of you, and I do apologize for that. But I have something that, I imagine, will be of interest, if not concern, to many of you here. Especially in relation to our ever out of reach captors. So, ah, I suppose to the point then. About a month ago....
[She hesitates, looks away but almost immediately looks back, making herself say it. With a calm, straight face, and dry eyes.]
I died.
[All right. Said and done. Move on. Move forward to the point.]
I know that for a lot of people here, that's not exactly surprising- seeing a person perish and then be returned to life. Even on my world such things are possible; common in fact. Even long after death, if one gets a hold of strong enough magic.
However, this is a unique situation for a few reasons. Firstly, I am of a...rare and particular family tree that cannot, by any means, be revived after death. Yet, here I am.
[She lifts her hands and lets them fall. Takes a small breath and continues.]
Secondly. I have been having dreams. A dream, really. After my revival, I was extremely ill, for near to a tenday. Which this next item could have been attributed to, if it had only happened while I was feverish. However, I am quite well now, and the same dream keeps occurring. I would describe it to you, but whenever I attempt to recall the details, my memory suddenly fails.
Again, for most, it could easily be written off. A symptom of a physical trauma. And again, I am not someone who falls into the norm. I have always dreamed in a very specific and singular way. This is new.
[Her gaze trails off, her thoughts turning inward.]
New and suspiciously vague. I can tell you all, what I dream of is something dark, and with ill intent. I can't give more than that. I wish I could.
[She blinks and looks back, focusing again. But she's about finished.]
It isn't much. And I'm not sure yet how this might help us with our overarching puzzle that is Atroma, but I knew I needed to share with you all. Thank you for your time.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not really, but Red Fish if you want
When: Today.
[She doesn't really broadcast much. And this is not a very usual thing to address everyone with, so she's just a tad awkward under the serious tone.]
Hello everyone. I'm Syeira, one of the captains of the Red Fish. I don't know all of you, and I do apologize for that. But I have something that, I imagine, will be of interest, if not concern, to many of you here. Especially in relation to our ever out of reach captors. So, ah, I suppose to the point then. About a month ago....
[She hesitates, looks away but almost immediately looks back, making herself say it. With a calm, straight face, and dry eyes.]
I died.
[All right. Said and done. Move on. Move forward to the point.]
I know that for a lot of people here, that's not exactly surprising- seeing a person perish and then be returned to life. Even on my world such things are possible; common in fact. Even long after death, if one gets a hold of strong enough magic.
However, this is a unique situation for a few reasons. Firstly, I am of a...rare and particular family tree that cannot, by any means, be revived after death. Yet, here I am.
[She lifts her hands and lets them fall. Takes a small breath and continues.]
Secondly. I have been having dreams. A dream, really. After my revival, I was extremely ill, for near to a tenday. Which this next item could have been attributed to, if it had only happened while I was feverish. However, I am quite well now, and the same dream keeps occurring. I would describe it to you, but whenever I attempt to recall the details, my memory suddenly fails.
Again, for most, it could easily be written off. A symptom of a physical trauma. And again, I am not someone who falls into the norm. I have always dreamed in a very specific and singular way. This is new.
[Her gaze trails off, her thoughts turning inward.]
New and suspiciously vague. I can tell you all, what I dream of is something dark, and with ill intent. I can't give more than that. I wish I could.
[She blinks and looks back, focusing again. But she's about finished.]
It isn't much. And I'm not sure yet how this might help us with our overarching puzzle that is Atroma, but I knew I needed to share with you all. Thank you for your time.
video;
video;
It depends on the type of magic I use. My main source of energy comes from nature - which becomes a problem when we are not on a planet. I can still use human magic, but that can drain a person quickly, since it uses one's own energy. So while it works, there are limitations.
[she tilts her head, curious] Does it take a lot of materials? Or chemicals?
video;
I'm... not sure on the Somnacin. I'm not a chemist, and I'm realizing I don't know the process as well as I thought. As for the PASIV, I'm fairly confident I can rebuild it, but it will take a lot of small parts. I might even have to have someone make some pieces for me.
video;
I know nothing about either, so I'm afraid I can't offer any assistance.