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haggar,
katie mccoy

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Who: Haggar and Katie
Broadcast: No
Action: Planetside
When: Late June/Early July

[ It's been a few days since Katie came back all wrong, and frankly, Haggar has decided to task herself with fixing up this mystery, mostly because... well, it did affect her new favorite guise as Lucinda, and Katie without her magic is also less fun.

So the intrepid witch pays a visit to check up on her "twin sister", suggests that they go exploring the planet and even go shopping after. All very innocent, while she decided how best to attend to her plan. And so, off they go. ]

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[Ah, it was good to have the old, twisty-words Katie back.

Not that she thought this would be the result at poking at her; Quintessence was a whole other existence of a world upon which she could feel and experience things on other levels, and this was adding another layer onto that that she was still trying to suss through, flickers of the cat catching the corner of her eye, as well as other sensations...

At the last question though, her expression turns displeased.]

I will test that.

[Because as much as she wants to poke and prod at seeing things in this highly fascinating new way, the fact was she wouldn't have gotten stuck in the first place if her abilities weren't compromised. And even as she attempts again--just for the sake of moving herself a few feet away, as much as she disliked the notion of being potentially vulnerable-- she... blurs, as there's a noticable stutter to what should have been an instantaneous movement, up to four ticks to vanish and two more to reappear, and really moreso than Katie's glamour backlash her irritation is Atroma.]

It seems I am still being inconvenienced by... other forces.

[Not Katie's. She tilts her head slightly as she turns to look back at her.]

Is there something that does not frighten you here?

The Atroma really don't like you, do they?

[She chooses not to answer that question. There's streaks of darkness much like treacle winding their way across the ground towards them, snaking out like a system of roots. This mist reflects people's fears back to them. Give a few months of that and nervosa will arise, and how long has this place been here for? Years. Centuries.

And naturally she has no weapon. Why would she have brought one? A minute ago, the monsters didn't exist.

Welp.]

Hope you don't mind. [She's going to put a hand on Haggar's shoulder-- feels kind of like a jolt, like static fizz-- and make use of the glamour wave, burning some of it off by teleporting them elsewhere. She's not sure where they are and things are unreliable, so where they end up is unpredictable.

...

Like maybe a deserted little island just bobbing around out here.]

It is not the first time they have inconvenienced me like this.

[Which Katie would know, since the result of that led to them becoming "twins" in the first place.

... Which perhaps was not a bad thing, but the fact was that it was still Atroma's meddling that led to it being necessary in the first place. And now they'd lost their map.

Well, this day was a lot more interesting now. Though she did take note that Katie's response to the question was to move them to another space entirely. Perhaps giving name to whatever it was she was concerned about would draw it forth? Haggar, at least, was not fearful. Perhaps concerned that her dexterity was compromised, as well as whatever else might have been, but she did not want to focus on that.

Or those odd sensations she'd noticed, before they'd left...]

Does this happen to you often?

Which? Being ambushed by evil twin sisters in misty alleyways or dying?

[She says it quite affably; Katie isn't offended by Haggar's actions in the slightest. A little put out it was necessary, maybe.]

Losing touch with this part of you in the case of your 'death'.

[A gentle shrug.] Not that death is a predictable event. However, if you are unable to confirm, I understand.

Bit hard to answer, isn't it? All I can say is lovely places like this seem to like disrupting the natural order of things.

[When she dies, she's meant to move on. Not... rebound back and go through cold science to be resurrected on some alien ship somewhere. It's enough to make her psyche nope out and bury itself deep.]

[She considers the response, before nodding.]

This reality plays by its own rules. Even if it goes against what would seem to be logical anywhere else.

[...Says the person who's had personal experience with seemingly unnatural revivals in her own world. Her eyes track some of the wispy shapes around them; the path of the strange alien cat, and a flickering figure of... her actual self, though much younger. And noticeably not blue.]

[...oh. This isn't who she used to be...? That's interesting, and she wonders how much of it has to do with that kind of twisted energy she can feel--

--but now is not the time.]

Here is just as safe as where we left. Give me a moment. [She can find a way back from here-- a tracking spell fixed on any one person she knows should at least show her way to safer areas. Katie puts her hands together and blows on the tips as if she's cold, and a small wisp of bright light appears, bobbing in front of her face a moment before heading off on a slow weave through the mist.]

This would be better with a taxi. But such is life. Come on.

[She follows it.]

[Katie's words draw her attention again, perhaps for the best--there was no reason for her to be confronted or distracted by concepts she barely recalled.

Instead, more importantly, what a fascinating bit of work she's conjured up. Haggar was still trying to understand it; the nature of this magic, so similar to what she knew and yet not, and yet what sorts of new concepts could be gained by watching another at work? Fresh ideas did often spring forth from that sort of inspiration, after all, often through necessity, but sometimes, curiosity.

A little guide light through the mist. How appropriate. So as long as the person she was focusing on wasn't somewhere else as "safe" as this, which would be a truly ironic turn.

Even so, she follows, shadowy thing she is, because, why not? She was not afraid, either way. For the moment though, she's fallen more quiet and observant than talkative.]

[Sam would avoid this mist, so she focused it on Sam. Ergo, as long as they keep moving swiftly they'll be fine; the wisp will lead them directly back to familiar docked shuttles and ships.

Katie pauses at the outskirts of safety, though.] Did you have any stories about the boogieman in your own world?

[Her eyebrows raise slightly. Thanks to their conversations, she's grown slightly more accustomed to the odd phrases that Katie would sometimes weave in, or find sources to poke through to give her a better frame of reference.

Her "planet".]

Perhaps... they did have stories in that vein meant to frighten children, while others strove to prove whether or not such myths or tales had true origins. Most else was bound in secrets.

There are a lot of stories like that. Most of them revolve around the theory that the more you think of them as real, the more power you give them to hurt you.

[She glances back at Haggar, speaking mildly.] Just a thought. Entirely unrelated.

[Because you're gonna see some shit for a day or two, probably.]

Now that is fascinating. I appreciate the warning...

[Because she's kind of a weirdo. But she's a smart weirdo. She's just curious about power and how others make use of it for science, that's all.]

Your Earth must have a lot of those -- stories. Though I imagine you'd be hard pressed to find a planet that did not. With this power... it feels as if it must be another layer of reality that exists over another, for such concepts to take a tangible form...

[Unrelated, but oddly enough, that alien cat that's been flickering about and following them seems to be less of a dream-like creature for the moment, with the way it's stopped to stare at them without vanishing away now that they've stopped moving, though it appears a little different, more sleek and less fuzzy.]

[She's not surprised. Haggar must be noticing the cat. Were it another form of echo, she'd have delivered her warning earlier, but the cat is harmless enough.

...and it's a cat. She's biased.]

The real world works much the same. If enough people believe you have power, you have power. [Over those that believe. She's not willing to discuss the Dreaming inasmuch. Well, it's very difficult, to begin with.]

There is much to be said for the power of influence.

[She hasn't known what to make of the cat, really; it certainly was there, as if it had trundled right out of a memory, no less, but she hadn't given it much more thought than that, despite its current proximity.]

With these layers you can see almost anything if you wanted. It feels very much like possibility.

[In the creative, metaphorical sense, much like pure quintessence. No wonder she found Katie so interesting. Even if it meant putting up with those odd Earth movies. Not that space dramas were really any better.]

Does reality always look this way to you?

Good heavens, no. [Cheerfully.] I'd go utterly bonkers.

[It's a trip, having your feet planted in two different worlds at once. Space itself, though, is much emptier than a permanently occupied landscape would be.]

Too much to see and feel all at once? I understand.

[After all, becoming attuned to life energy was something of exactly that at times. That similar and yet different feel to all this.

These next few days would be a trip, all right.]

Are you able to channel this power at will, or is it something that you have no control over?

It varies from moment to moment. [Even if she could tell the truth, she wouldn't answer that one honestly to someone who hasn't given so much as a name.]

[Fair enough.

Still, she'll take what she can get, there. Might come in handy someday.]

Perhaps I will make you stronger by believing in it.

[She grins widely at that. What an observant space witch you are.]

Perhaps.

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