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middleofsomewhere2021-09-11 10:10 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2021-09-11 10:10 am
looked up Kijyo and oops i was a foot and a bunch off the rex is 7'8''...WITHOUT HORNS :']
jan_ken_hacking
2021-09-13 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
Hn. Now that's something.
But Kiyoiri simply lets it be, letting Takechirou himself use what he needs. Normally contact for a mana draw isn't necessary- but here? Absolutely.
The bird seems to melt down without actually leaving his spot- a disembodied waterfall of ink, soon growing far beyond that point as well.
Bigger, bigger, and then after a moment all the black begins to fill in with colour- brown and blue and accessories of gold, with a business cloak instead of a wedding kimono. And of course, to top it off..!
Well, Takechirou did his best- the horns can only somewhat be considered an accessory after all- but they're sure big, tall, and pointy!
Honestly Takechirou probably wasn't able to add much length, but seeing them for real is still a pretty awesome deal.
"Phew." At any rate, Kiyoiri's pretty sure he's done. "Thank you aga-"
"KRRRRRUUHHHHHHHH!"
Kiyoiri turns with a start, and stares. That.
That is.
....
"...." She suspects this Forever One may, in fact, be a childishly bad influence.
But Kiyoiri simply lets it be, letting Takechirou himself use what he needs. Normally contact for a mana draw isn't necessary- but here? Absolutely.
The bird seems to melt down without actually leaving his spot- a disembodied waterfall of ink, soon growing far beyond that point as well.
Bigger, bigger, and then after a moment all the black begins to fill in with colour- brown and blue and accessories of gold, with a business cloak instead of a wedding kimono. And of course, to top it off..!
Well, Takechirou did his best- the horns can only somewhat be considered an accessory after all- but they're sure big, tall, and pointy!
"Phew." At any rate, Kiyoiri's pretty sure he's done. "Thank you aga-"
"KRRRRRUUHHHHHHHH!"
Kiyoiri turns with a start, and stares. That.
That is.
....
"...." She suspects this Forever One may, in fact, be a childishly bad influence.
If that's a crow turned rex on top of the Forever One, well. ... at least it can apparently handle the weight, and there's no change or such to the atmosphere. At least not to that.
What does change, however, are very small decorations on the horns, of the white flowers by the statue's place. A wisp of energy rolling up them, a bit strange of a sensation, perhaps, with the energy - but they don't mingle with Takechirou's, not too closely. Instead, thin brown-beige stalks wrap around the horns, and the buds form, and then open up, blossoming.
There. Perfect.
What does change, however, are very small decorations on the horns, of the white flowers by the statue's place. A wisp of energy rolling up them, a bit strange of a sensation, perhaps, with the energy - but they don't mingle with Takechirou's, not too closely. Instead, thin brown-beige stalks wrap around the horns, and the buds form, and then open up, blossoming.
There. Perfect.
Then attempt to watch, he can. There is some effort to keep it separated, from melding with the other energy, by the way it's traceable; a ball of thread, if being frayed at the edges, pulled out, their ends disappearing into the rest around it.
The energy around it shifts in turn, but it's not until about halfway through, that what it's attempting to do may become obvious. If Elidibus watches, feels, senses - there is a read, a signature, new, familiar yet foreign. An echo, mimicry. Some of the energy given by Elidibus has flowed and combine with the being, but there is an attempt to make more. Or at least, something close.
Behold, what may be marvellous for the time taken, but also: a rush job to make a more agreeable line of connection.
A feeling will finally come over Elidibus's hands, whether they lay still with the statue's or not. The sensation from before not as strong (and certainly, not the one that had turned his hands numb), but some level of protection has been coated over.
By it, if with a distance that doesn't penetrate the boundaries of Elidibus's being, the being can express by feeling. And with it, it expresses gratitude for one's presence.
The energy around it shifts in turn, but it's not until about halfway through, that what it's attempting to do may become obvious. If Elidibus watches, feels, senses - there is a read, a signature, new, familiar yet foreign. An echo, mimicry. Some of the energy given by Elidibus has flowed and combine with the being, but there is an attempt to make more. Or at least, something close.
Behold, what may be marvellous for the time taken, but also: a rush job to make a more agreeable line of connection.
A feeling will finally come over Elidibus's hands, whether they lay still with the statue's or not. The sensation from before not as strong (and certainly, not the one that had turned his hands numb), but some level of protection has been coated over.
By it, if with a distance that doesn't penetrate the boundaries of Elidibus's being, the being can express by feeling. And with it, it expresses gratitude for one's presence.
Haneul blinks, then eyes the statue. "...Thanks?"
NGL First image that popped into my head is tin cans on a string.
wewillwewill
2021-09-13 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Once more, Elidibus lifts his hands and sets them to the statue's. Once the construct has taken shape, he does understand its purpose. A better- not perfect but certainly better- means of communication. One that doesn't bear the discomfort of earlier. Though touch doesn't appear needed exactly, he does so in case it makes matters easier.
He is not fool to think the gratitude is for him alone.
"We seek to offer our aid," Elidibus affirms. "While we come from different worlds, our talents are varied. But we would not wish to bring harm nor misunderstanding in our efforts to help."
The Ascian has spent some time here already sure. BUt given others efforts at cutting back the plantlife and corralling loose animals, he feels it is negligible.
"What would you have me tell the others? How would you have us treat the people of this world?"
There is a pause. The train seems fond of giving little information on the state of the places they go to. So Elidibus decides to quietly add a question.
"Are the storms caused by an outsider like ourselves?"
He will be looking into the nature of the world as they continue their journey. But for now, there are things that are best to confirm now.
He is not fool to think the gratitude is for him alone.
"We seek to offer our aid," Elidibus affirms. "While we come from different worlds, our talents are varied. But we would not wish to bring harm nor misunderstanding in our efforts to help."
The Ascian has spent some time here already sure. BUt given others efforts at cutting back the plantlife and corralling loose animals, he feels it is negligible.
"What would you have me tell the others? How would you have us treat the people of this world?"
There is a pause. The train seems fond of giving little information on the state of the places they go to. So Elidibus decides to quietly add a question.
"Are the storms caused by an outsider like ourselves?"
He will be looking into the nature of the world as they continue their journey. But for now, there are things that are best to confirm now.
At his greeting, a light breeze comes by; strange for an area that doesn't get them much, and stranger too for the warmth in it. It tingles against the skin, but the heat is a soft one, like a sun than the fire of a bonfire.
Then - an energy touching his shoulder, a few pats. That tingling again.
(It's how some of the outsiders greet each other, the statue has come to presume.)
Then - an energy touching his shoulder, a few pats. That tingling again.
(It's how some of the outsiders greet each other, the statue has come to presume.)
No problem, there. The statue isn't much of a speaker though - comes with being a statue, and all. So there's nothing but the lingering warmth and calm, for as long as Haneul wants to enjoy that.
Elidibus has questions, and by the barrier between their connected state, there is a thoughtful rummaging on the statue's side, of where to begin. Best to go from last, to address on that point.
Outsiders, a feeling eventually provides, but one that comes with the addition that it's not in full agreement. A view of the sky is shared, faint, but most noticeable is the expanse of it. As if every which direction from where the island floats is in view, but within the focal point, a red haze coming from somewhere in the distance.
Other, the feeling better supplies. And over the link, another recollection is shared: one that deposits the red around them, nothing but red seen, trying to push through into the mind, the body - infected, take a hold of. A swirling mind, one's soul trying to keep grounded.
Unlike certain entities before, the depth of the experience isn't deposited through the link more than necessary; with some spikes of discomfort, the layer of energy mimicking Elidibus's own not entirely without holes.
It quietens, however, along with the being. A moment to ponder, the perhaps more important question not forgotten.
A known feeling returns, like a gentle press. Permission. A concern for pain.
Outsiders, a feeling eventually provides, but one that comes with the addition that it's not in full agreement. A view of the sky is shared, faint, but most noticeable is the expanse of it. As if every which direction from where the island floats is in view, but within the focal point, a red haze coming from somewhere in the distance.
Other, the feeling better supplies. And over the link, another recollection is shared: one that deposits the red around them, nothing but red seen, trying to push through into the mind, the body - infected, take a hold of. A swirling mind, one's soul trying to keep grounded.
Unlike certain entities before, the depth of the experience isn't deposited through the link more than necessary; with some spikes of discomfort, the layer of energy mimicking Elidibus's own not entirely without holes.
It quietens, however, along with the being. A moment to ponder, the perhaps more important question not forgotten.
A known feeling returns, like a gentle press. Permission. A concern for pain.
The warmth of the breeze is pleasant, at least, and he closes his eyes for a moment-
And then damn near jumps out of his skin at the feeling on his shoulder. There's no one else here - what did that?!
It takes him a few seconds to calm down and get his breathing and thoughts back under control, and he tries to think it through. It...well, he can already Sense the statue, which is weird enough. What if it can reach out? Gods know what else it's capable of.
Hesitantly, he reaches out and lays a hand lightly on the statue's shoulder. "Was that you?"
And then damn near jumps out of his skin at the feeling on his shoulder. There's no one else here - what did that?!
It takes him a few seconds to calm down and get his breathing and thoughts back under control, and he tries to think it through. It...well, he can already Sense the statue, which is weird enough. What if it can reach out? Gods know what else it's capable of.
Hesitantly, he reaches out and lays a hand lightly on the statue's shoulder. "Was that you?"
Ryo's palm warms, a small glow around it, to be more visible. Two glows, exactly - that was what it was told counts as Yes. Hopefully, this outsider also knows what this means.
Except, the glow then lowers - going down the body of the statue, to the place near Potato, where they sleep. Lingering there as a means to direct Ryo's attention, while, with a jolt through his hand and up his arm, somewhere closer to the core of his energy, his being, a feeling is given (somewhat uncomfortably):
Concern.
Except, the glow then lowers - going down the body of the statue, to the place near Potato, where they sleep. Lingering there as a means to direct Ryo's attention, while, with a jolt through his hand and up his arm, somewhere closer to the core of his energy, his being, a feeling is given (somewhat uncomfortably):
Concern.
To Ryo's credit, he doesn't startle at the response this time. While he's not sure what the significance of two glows is, the response is enough - the statue knows he's there and likely understands him.
His gaze follows the glow down to where Potato rests, and winces a bit at the intrusion. It feels like a needle being slid under his skin - it doesn't hurt, but it's not supposed to be there.
Foreign as the intrusion is, he recognizes that emotion. He's a healer - concern for others is part of the core of his being, and he carries it with him wherever he goes. "You're worried about her," he says softly, putting the pieces together. "Is something wrong?"
His gaze follows the glow down to where Potato rests, and winces a bit at the intrusion. It feels like a needle being slid under his skin - it doesn't hurt, but it's not supposed to be there.
Foreign as the intrusion is, he recognizes that emotion. He's a healer - concern for others is part of the core of his being, and he carries it with him wherever he goes. "You're worried about her," he says softly, putting the pieces together. "Is something wrong?"
"Aaaah...." The flowers are beautiful- and Takechirou-Kojo seems to agree, rumbling appreciatively. Kiyoiri isn't sure how well this will work out with the Salis of course but...
....she can recognize when that isn't the important part.
Sighing, she thus bows again, and briefly places her hands on the Forever One's own.
"....Thank you. And...we'll do our best to help. That's a promise."
To that end, she should likely head off and see where she can best make use of a miniature Tyrannosaur.
....she can recognize when that isn't the important part.
Sighing, she thus bows again, and briefly places her hands on the Forever One's own.
"....Thank you. And...we'll do our best to help. That's a promise."
To that end, she should likely head off and see where she can best make use of a miniature Tyrannosaur.
The two blooming warmths, and oh, well then. It's with the memory that follows where Wei Wuxian considers that perhaps he's getting a little too used to this without the use of mind-endangering Empathy, but that in such a sense, he has the experience of being along for other's memory rides, or for Chaos's continued spill of them in his nightmares.
So he stills himself beneath the weight of this memory too, and the names, the information that is more about the lack that had been, the steps taken to preserve, to fight, to hold on. To come out of the memory and the apology that feels more than follows, and he looks to the statue, to the defender of a people with their own connections across these floating islands, and says:
"If we find them, can we help them reconnect, while we address what the red storm brought to these islands? What's lingered, and what continues to do harm."
The feeling, underneath it, of compassion, understanding, and resolve: not fierce, like it once had been, but steady, that forward we go, into this unknown, to resolve what we might. To salvage and save what can be saved.
"Can those like you help with the mind swaying, if we can get those suffering from it to you?"
Perhaps the animals, he thinks, and delayed, belated: the people.
So he stills himself beneath the weight of this memory too, and the names, the information that is more about the lack that had been, the steps taken to preserve, to fight, to hold on. To come out of the memory and the apology that feels more than follows, and he looks to the statue, to the defender of a people with their own connections across these floating islands, and says:
"If we find them, can we help them reconnect, while we address what the red storm brought to these islands? What's lingered, and what continues to do harm."
The feeling, underneath it, of compassion, understanding, and resolve: not fierce, like it once had been, but steady, that forward we go, into this unknown, to resolve what we might. To salvage and save what can be saved.
"Can those like you help with the mind swaying, if we can get those suffering from it to you?"
Perhaps the animals, he thinks, and delayed, belated: the people.
Time is necessary to form a response. The sensation is only present to press the emotion to Ryo, removing the link after. But at least Potato's presence with it is as much of a concern as it is an aid, the energy they continue to take in continuing to be transferred in its direction.
So, it uses that energy. By them, a flower grows up from the ground. Long-stemmed, a face the size of a fist as the petals open to face the sky. A sky that then fills with tiny golden lights, being drawn into the flower.
It begins to glow, and begins to bulge -- and then starts to grow, distorting, more of the tiny golden lights being absorbed into the flower that's now mutating: the head of it splitting into two, a lump forming in the bending stem, expanding, then bursting out a new flower head; leaves multiplying and spreading out nonsensically.
...it's not quite what's happening to Potato, but hopefully, some semblance of 'they're absorbing what they shouldn't be' is getting across.
So, it uses that energy. By them, a flower grows up from the ground. Long-stemmed, a face the size of a fist as the petals open to face the sky. A sky that then fills with tiny golden lights, being drawn into the flower.
It begins to glow, and begins to bulge -- and then starts to grow, distorting, more of the tiny golden lights being absorbed into the flower that's now mutating: the head of it splitting into two, a lump forming in the bending stem, expanding, then bursting out a new flower head; leaves multiplying and spreading out nonsensically.
...it's not quite what's happening to Potato, but hopefully, some semblance of 'they're absorbing what they shouldn't be' is getting across.
Warmth presses one last time to the palms that touch the statue's, a parting gift.
Good luck, Kiyoiri, and one magnificent miniature Takechinnosaur...
Good luck, Kiyoiri, and one magnificent miniature Takechinnosaur...
Two pulses, once. Two pulses, twice. Emotions backs them each time, quietly so, aligned with belief. The flutter of appreciation for the emotions that cross the quiet line, but none that are made particularly prominent; more of a result of their current connection than anything.
But the statue directs with feeling, Wei Wuxian's attentions to the broken bridge beside them. A rather magnificent width, enough to fit a small army across.
Too bad about the broken parts, circular in nature, mostly. But it's not to the state of the bridge that Wei Wuxian's attention is drawn to it, except for the next implication given.
Community. More.
--of ones like them.
But the statue directs with feeling, Wei Wuxian's attentions to the broken bridge beside them. A rather magnificent width, enough to fit a small army across.
Too bad about the broken parts, circular in nature, mostly. But it's not to the state of the bridge that Wei Wuxian's attention is drawn to it, except for the next implication given.
Community. More.
--of ones like them.
The picture is a spoiler. Also slight FFXIV spoilers here.
wewillwewill
2021-09-13 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Outsiders," Elidibus murmurs. Or... not? Well whatever the origin of the perpetrator, he is curious about whether it's a singular or multitude. "More than one?" It's something he manages to retain the presence enough to ask. A soft noise escapes his throat; a sharp exhalation from the experience of discomfort which is going much deeper than the physical vessel he resides in. His fingers then wrap around the palms of the statue's hands, making certain he will not flinch back.
His answer comes with assurance, "You have my permission. I am no stranger to pain." Old pain. Recent pain. It comes with the feeling of grief. With a mimicry of the Ascian's aether as the conduit, it may even come with flashes of memory. A rain of fire in the sky. Suffering near total dissolution as something tore energies out of his being. Elidibus would endure in the face of a need for this vital information.
But he knows it will be harsh and thus there will also be the impression that he braces himself for what's to come.
His answer comes with assurance, "You have my permission. I am no stranger to pain." Old pain. Recent pain. It comes with the feeling of grief. With a mimicry of the Ascian's aether as the conduit, it may even come with flashes of memory. A rain of fire in the sky. Suffering near total dissolution as something tore energies out of his being. Elidibus would endure in the face of a need for this vital information.
But he knows it will be harsh and thus there will also be the impression that he braces himself for what's to come.
[OOC: For NPC Mod: Have encouraged people to join Elidibus in the investigation so will be posting in parts if that is okay!]
Part I. Scouting For A Way In
For those that volunteer to join him, it will be noticed that Elidibus does not have any intention of charging immediately in, markers be damned.
His first effort is ascertaining the best way to enter in the first place; any path that has the thinnest overlap of the markers- preferably none at all- is sought.
He certainly has the capacity to discern the flow of aether, but the utterly foreign, antagonistic nature of the life-force in this world makes this difficult and probably further complicated if any of those markers disguise themselves and lay in wait. Thus he would ask anyone with good eyes or scouting skills to lend their aid in finding the path.
Destination? He isn't sure yet. Perhaps a general area where the call for help seems to originate from. Another reason for asking others to help him scout for a way in; it lets Elidibus focus on trying to find the source of the plea.
Part I. Scouting For A Way In
For those that volunteer to join him, it will be noticed that Elidibus does not have any intention of charging immediately in, markers be damned.
His first effort is ascertaining the best way to enter in the first place; any path that has the thinnest overlap of the markers- preferably none at all- is sought.
He certainly has the capacity to discern the flow of aether, but the utterly foreign, antagonistic nature of the life-force in this world makes this difficult and probably further complicated if any of those markers disguise themselves and lay in wait. Thus he would ask anyone with good eyes or scouting skills to lend their aid in finding the path.
Destination? He isn't sure yet. Perhaps a general area where the call for help seems to originate from. Another reason for asking others to help him scout for a way in; it lets Elidibus focus on trying to find the source of the plea.
The intrusive feeling fades, and Ryo waits, keeping an eye on the statue and on Potato, when near them a flower begins to rapidly grow. And absorb the tiny golden lights around it. And-
Oh.
That's not good.
His stomach turns briefly at the thought of that happening to anyone, and he takes a moment to settle himself-
Only to remember in the next one that the horrifying distended flower is the statue's response to him asking if something was wrong with Potato.
Okay. Okay. Think it through. His magic doesn't work the way it should on this world, and Potato has a lot of magic in her, so it stands to reason whatever she can do isn't working well here either. And the flower had been absorbing those golden lights. Maybe...
Well, he can always ask. "This world isn't good for her, is it." He pauses. "I don't think I can fix that, but...maybe I can find someone who can?" There has to be a solution, even if that solution winds up being 'evacuate Potato back to the train so she doesn't get destroyed by whatever is happening here.'
Oh.
That's not good.
His stomach turns briefly at the thought of that happening to anyone, and he takes a moment to settle himself-
Only to remember in the next one that the horrifying distended flower is the statue's response to him asking if something was wrong with Potato.
Okay. Okay. Think it through. His magic doesn't work the way it should on this world, and Potato has a lot of magic in her, so it stands to reason whatever she can do isn't working well here either. And the flower had been absorbing those golden lights. Maybe...
Well, he can always ask. "This world isn't good for her, is it." He pauses. "I don't think I can fix that, but...maybe I can find someone who can?" There has to be a solution, even if that solution winds up being 'evacuate Potato back to the train so she doesn't get destroyed by whatever is happening here.'
Kiyoiri of course volunteered- how could she not, it's not only the same island that was noted for Red's own mission objectives, but for that matter, the chances of them needing a medic is almost inevitable.
Takechirou's chosen form- 'Kijyo Kojo - Berserker' she's been told, though how she was able to understand what everyone is hearing as low rumbling sounds is beyond even her- only makes her decision in the matter more resolute. She can't imagine that, even with the gift of flowers from the Statue, that Berserker will be especially helpful with their interactions.
Berserker, notably, sniffs at the air before giving a disgusted grumble. Kiyoiri pats the dinosaur's side. "These poles are having...a bad effect on 'Berserker'," Kiyoiri explains, frowning herself. "...I don't feel it as much, but I can't help with it either."
Opposition is at least helping her to not feel quite as ill as she would- but that's it. If she tries to actually extend that help to anyone else, it'll hit her just as hard as everyone else...without any help to the other at that.
Takechirou's chosen form- 'Kijyo Kojo - Berserker' she's been told, though how she was able to understand what everyone is hearing as low rumbling sounds is beyond even her- only makes her decision in the matter more resolute. She can't imagine that, even with the gift of flowers from the Statue, that Berserker will be especially helpful with their interactions.
Berserker, notably, sniffs at the air before giving a disgusted grumble. Kiyoiri pats the dinosaur's side. "These poles are having...a bad effect on 'Berserker'," Kiyoiri explains, frowning herself. "...I don't feel it as much, but I can't help with it either."
Opposition is at least helping her to not feel quite as ill as she would- but that's it. If she tries to actually extend that help to anyone else, it'll hit her just as hard as everyone else...without any help to the other at that.
The image is received, and with it - with it and the grief - sympathy is given in turn. Deep, and with a sense of gratitude - for Elidibus to be here now, to be offering aid for those of the statue's own home.
It lasts for a few seconds, doesn't exactly leave, but the being's attention moves elsewhere, within itself - before then the connection between them expands onto a clearer level, the energy mimicked lessened by the presence of the statue's own.
It is stabbing pain, a headache, and the being does not delay:
'The bridge beside me leads to our home.' It is a voice, light-sounding, neither clear-defining as male nor female. Young, perhaps; somewhere around 20s to 30s. 'Something troubles our connection. I cannot speak to the hearts of the other islands. Forever Ones, we are called. Connected to our lands. Our people. Tell them, Hemla is fine - Hemla is I.'
There are flashes of images, memories: round houses set along a hill-like terrain, holes for windows in homes made in the hill itself. The inside of a building, large, with a concentric layout that gets smaller at the centre where a hearth lays. Satyr-like people sitting around here. A place of study. The home of the sages.
'Be careful,' they continue, a warning, one hurried. 'Your energy is not ours. The world rejects it. I do not understand, I will learn. Give time. Our school-' The sages show again- '-can aid. They aid you. We aid you.'
With this close a link, the gratitude - under the pain that comes with it, a migraine from two clashing energies that refuse to co-exist - stronger than before, before the being withdraws the link, giving Elidibus respite.
It lasts for a few seconds, doesn't exactly leave, but the being's attention moves elsewhere, within itself - before then the connection between them expands onto a clearer level, the energy mimicked lessened by the presence of the statue's own.
It is stabbing pain, a headache, and the being does not delay:
'The bridge beside me leads to our home.' It is a voice, light-sounding, neither clear-defining as male nor female. Young, perhaps; somewhere around 20s to 30s. 'Something troubles our connection. I cannot speak to the hearts of the other islands. Forever Ones, we are called. Connected to our lands. Our people. Tell them, Hemla is fine - Hemla is I.'
There are flashes of images, memories: round houses set along a hill-like terrain, holes for windows in homes made in the hill itself. The inside of a building, large, with a concentric layout that gets smaller at the centre where a hearth lays. Satyr-like people sitting around here. A place of study. The home of the sages.
'Be careful,' they continue, a warning, one hurried. 'Your energy is not ours. The world rejects it. I do not understand, I will learn. Give time. Our school-' The sages show again- '-can aid. They aid you. We aid you.'
With this close a link, the gratitude - under the pain that comes with it, a migraine from two clashing energies that refuse to co-exist - stronger than before, before the being withdraws the link, giving Elidibus respite.
Two pulses of light glow as they had before, whether Ryo's hands are present or not. The flower stays where and as it is, an unfamiliar smell coming from it, up to Ryo's nose if it likes it or not.
There's a few seconds of nothing, and then its hands glow - while a connection is made with Ryo again, a stronger jolt than before as a visual is offered, of types of clear crystal stone. A few different shots before the connection leaves.
Yet its hands continue to glow.
There's a few seconds of nothing, and then its hands glow - while a connection is made with Ryo again, a stronger jolt than before as a visual is offered, of types of clear crystal stone. A few different shots before the connection leaves.
Yet its hands continue to glow.
He's starting to get the sense that two glows is an affirmation - if he's right, that makes communication a little easier, at least.
And then the needle in his mind is back, more insistent than before, accompanied by images of unfamiliar crystals. The connection leaves as quickly as it had come, and he takes the moment to breathe, and process, and try to figure out what it meant, and- the statue's hands are glowing. That...has to have something to do with it.
"The crystals will help her?" he tries, because that's what makes the most sense so far. "Does she need to touch them?"
And then the needle in his mind is back, more insistent than before, accompanied by images of unfamiliar crystals. The connection leaves as quickly as it had come, and he takes the moment to breathe, and process, and try to figure out what it meant, and- the statue's hands are glowing. That...has to have something to do with it.
"The crystals will help her?" he tries, because that's what makes the most sense so far. "Does she need to touch them?"
Thanks, and be careful!
[Relieved that she doesn’t have to go into that mist herself, Masumi turns to look at the various items scattered away from the crash.]
That leaves us to look around out here.
[Relieved that she doesn’t have to go into that mist herself, Masumi turns to look at the various items scattered away from the crash.]
That leaves us to look around out here.
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