April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

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[to_rebel]

[He sighs.] I know what the cure is. Unfortunately, it's not possible, especially here. My symptoms seem to be a little better, though, since I came here.

[revengeofthemordsith]

How do you know?

[ Cara taps the table. ] I regained my agiels from my world last month. They just appeared in a temple.

Have you asked the Fleet?

[to_rebel]

[He sighs; it's a nice thought, to suddenly find his Grace accessible again, even as depleted as it would be.]

I am not sure I'd want it here. Even in well-meaning hands, it can be... unstable. [Not quite the word he's looking for but good enough. Stray Grace can be used for a number of things besides curing him.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Unstable?

. . . Magic, then. Of some sort.

[ Magic was always the most unstable element. ]

[to_rebel]

[Sure, magic. It's close enough.]

A part of me, if you will, but separated and stolen. Alone, it could be used in any number of ways. With me, it is mine and mine alone. [He sighs, leans back in the chair, and crosses his arms.] I took another's ...magic to survive. [Just gonna use her word there.] Death should be the consequence of that.

[The way he says it might suggest that he truly believes that death should come to those who do such a thing.] I believe Atroma has slowed its progress somehow.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her gaze is blunt and pins him down. ]

But do you want to die?

[to_rebel]

[That actually throws him for a second -- then he returns her steady gaze with one of his own.]

I do not want to die. [Does he deserve to? Probably. But does he want to? No, not really. There's too much to do, too many people whom he wants to remain near. Too much he can't let go of.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Satisfied, she backs off. ]

Then you should do everything you can.

[to_rebel]

[He sighs.] And that includes looking for a cure here.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Hm.

I imagine my powers would not work on you.

[to_rebel]

What sort of ability do you have? [Sheer curiosity makes him ask; he has his doubts as to anything working on this, given the nature of it.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Mord'Sith can revive the dead. We call it the breath of life.

[to_rebel]

Should I ever die, I will tell a friend to call you. You can try it on me. [He's... probably serious.] I am not human, so it may not work.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Try not to die in the Fleet though. It'll create a mess and everyone will panic. They do that when things get . . . intense.

[to_rebel]

Panic? That's counterproductive.