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driftfleet2016-11-20 01:37 pm
notzubats) wrote in driftfleet2016-11-20 01:37 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- alphonse elric,
- beverly crusher,
- charles xavier,
- erik lehnsherr,
- fenris,
- hank mccoy,
- hermione granger,
- jennifer keller,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- kaywinnet lee "kaylee" frye,
- kuroba kaito,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- nakamori aoko,
- nami,
- rey,
- richard castle,
- sam winchester,
- sora niniji (au),
- stefan salvatore,
- winn schott,
- yuan ka-fai
Iskaulit Mingle - Problems with Psychics
Who: Anyone on the Iskaulit!
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Today, as Sora's augment glitch starts.
[It's your average day on the Iskaulit. Absolutely nothing seems out of place initially, but without any warning- you might find yourself or your friends experiencing some problems. What's up on that?
In other words, it's an Iskaulit mingle with a twist! Come on in everyone! You don't need to interact with Sora to have it effect you, so feel free to start your own threadstarter! Or talk to Sora, that's cool too. ]
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Today, as Sora's augment glitch starts.
[It's your average day on the Iskaulit. Absolutely nothing seems out of place initially, but without any warning- you might find yourself or your friends experiencing some problems. What's up on that?
In other words, it's an Iskaulit mingle with a twist! Come on in everyone! You don't need to interact with Sora to have it effect you, so feel free to start your own threadstarter! Or talk to Sora, that's cool too. ]
/hugs :c
[He could hold it together for Maglor needing him, but with the focus on his own plight he doesn't know how. He tries valiantly to pick out one melody, but they're all so loud, so strident in their intermingling. He feels as if the claws of the universe are rending his mind.]
How-- I can't--
[He brings his hands to his head again, inhaling a shuddering breath as he tries so very hard just to pick out one strain among millions.]
/pets him gently
Slowly, slowly. You can hear me, yes? The stars are the highest register, do not go seeking them. Listen to me, try and focus down.
[ He would tell Adalwolfe to listen for his own Song, but he does not know what his is, the only Song he has never been able to hear (Maglor sounds like the Ocean, like the Stars, like Grief). But he can and does start to hum, low and soothing, and although the magic is gone, his voice is still as good as ever ]
Just like picking out a voice in the crowd, or a solo instrument in the orchestra - there is a sound you are trying to hear - the others are extraenous.
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He focuses down, slowly, teaching himself how as he goes, as the songs slowly fade into less of a crescendo of noise and instead thread quietly into the background. Maglor's voice - a lovely voice he'd already found from just their first meeting - gradually becomes the only voice. The only song. And Adalwolfe breathes easier.]
I thought I was going mad.
[He laughs, a strained laugh of relief and fading panic.]
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I just... never knew any other way to be. It took a while before I realised that not everyone else could hear it. And learning to focus came later.
[ He was the most distracted child of all time ]
Is the magic like that for you? It... it feels like... I do not know. Like trying to hold cold fire in your hands.
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[He was so afraid he'd be taken off to the circle, and so angry that the curse - 'gift' his father would correct him every time, but a young and surly teenaged Adalwolfe didn't see it that way even if he does now - had been thrust upon him by the trick of lineage that he wasn't the best pupil. Not until he'd been discovered, made them move more than once. Put Bethany into tears and Carver into the surly attitude towards him that had never seemed to fade but at small intervals. Not until he'd been yelled at by his mother, so stressed and graying early.
He'd learned control, then. For them.
When Adalwolfe speaks again, his voice sounds distant. Reciting from a lesson long ago learned.]
Magic is a tool, like a shovel or a bow, but it's also an extension of the self. It's an integral part of who a mage is and it must be controlled for if a tool is put into unskilled hands, its likely to cause harm not just to the person trying to use it but to those around them as well.
['I already know that,' Adalwolfe had agreed to the lesson, sitting as he is in the middle of the woods at noonday far enough from their new village that they shouldn't be seen.
'Don't interrupt, Wolfe,' Malcolm nearly sighs, lacking bite but serious all the same. 'This is important. You've heard me tell you this, but you don't know it. What if your carelessness hurts your siblings? You have to learn.'
A silence stretches between them.]
Magic is emotion, it's something you can feel and should feel, but not always express. It's easier to cast spells when, say, angry, but you can't just yell at someone who makes you angry.
[Mother does, Wolfe remembers thinking.]
Likewise you can't just light their hair on fire, so control is key and it's just the same as controlling your emotions. Keeping them under the surface.
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His answering voice is low ]
A tool, stirred by emotion, controlled by will. You have quite a story to tell, I think, my friend, although I suspect it is one best served with generous helpings of alcohol.
[ And then lightly teasing ]
But I will attempt not to light anyone's hair on fire, although you must admit it might be funny.
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[He offers a smile, no doubt one that would be cheeky and crooked were he not possessed of Maglor's particular skillset ringing through his skull. As it is, the smile is drained, though not without humor.]
Maybe, but part of being a mage is also responsibility. A warrior must always know where his weapon is and be sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands. So too a mage must make sure the magic serves what is best in him, not that which is most base.
[He sounds like his father and this time he can hear it. He isn't sure how to feel about that.]
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[ Maglor blinks at him, and for a moment, he seems a young boy, bright eyed and as innocent of any nefarious planning as any young buck ever was
which is to say, not at all. A look ruined by the smirk shortly after ]Not even a little snowball?
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[And Winter is the school he took to most quickly.]
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[ Maglor pauses, doubtfully and eyes his hands ]
What would a snowball feel like?
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[He trails off, trying to figure out how to explain it with the music of the spheres still playing on at the back of his mind.]
Winter is a school of contradictions. It's cold, yes, but sharp and biting usually. That's the easiest way to summon it up. But to get things like snow, or graceful flakes you need call on its power with a calm. Or not a calm, precisely, but a... I don't know what you would call it. A sense of wonder? That... that feeling of a winter morning, after the snow's fallen in the night and you wake up to the fields and trees just glistening under clear skies. It's a warmth layered over the cold, somehow, but not enough to melt it.
[He rubs his forehead, leaning against the wall.]
Am I making any sense?
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[ He eyes his hands and reaches to poke cautiously at that new sense, trying to get a feel for it. ]
You should have been a poet, my friend.
[ He says absently, and gasps as a small spark of frost lightning, like likee shimmers of ice sparks briefly in his hands ]
Oh!
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There you go, that's something. Still a bit more offensive than you might like, though. Too keyed up. It's got to be softer. Like, uh...
[How does he explain this? Music, maybe? Maglor knows music.]
Like a lullaby, maybe?
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A lullaby... [ He murmurs softly, humming something low and sweet, a gentle rocking like waves on the sea ... and gets a soft blue glow, the slightest hint of cold, and... one teeny tiny snowflake ]
Well it's not a snowball but...
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[Adalwolfe gives Maglor a broad grin for his accomplishment, but it's what Mags said before that really has the human's attention.]
You have a brother too?
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I had six - one older and five younger. The eldest is here - Maedhros is his name.
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[He smiles.]
You'll have to introduce me sometime. I'd introduce you but my siblings aren't here. Marian sort of is but it's more complicated than that.
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Most of my folk will have one or two, maybe three. I am one of seven, and both my uncles had four. Grandfather himself had five. Highly odd! But I can certainly do so - you may well have seen him around. Seven foot red-haired elves with one hand are rather distinctive!
How is your sibling 'sort of' here?
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[There are quite a few people he's never spoken with. Some just like to keep to themselves, some he just hasn't had the occasion just yet.]
As for Marian, it's more that she's 'sort of' my sister. I mean, I deem her such, and we have ostensibly the same parents, but we're from separate versions of our world. As confusing as it is, there are upwards of four different versions of Thedas represented here in the fleet for some reason.
keywords XD
Separate... four separate versions? That... is very strange, my friend. But I am glad you have a sister, even if the circumstances are... odd.
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[He smiles gently.]
I am, too, as much as I dearly miss Bethany. It's sort of neat to find out what it might be like for Carver and Bethy though, since they were twins and since we're practically the same, Marian and I could be twins. Or twin-ish anyway.
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As to that - well, having had twin brothers, I must now restrain the urge to run far away lest you turn that twin tendency to gang up on folk on me! [ He laughs ]
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[He rubs his chin, contemplating the concept of a tag-team with Marian.]
Between the two of us, we could get into an enormous mess of exciting trouble, I'm sure.
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I have given you ideas, I see.