middleofsomewhere | Wings of Wonder: NPC Interactions and Investigations

For her attempt, where she touches the statue - not exactly cold, but cool - becomes warmer, and there's an energy there that tingles against her fingertips. Like pins and needles. Neither are strong; the warmth doesn't try to burn her, and the pins and needles are on the lighter side than stabbing.

There is no words given back. But to the side, where a few small white flowers with the scent like vanilla grow, they sway without a breeze.

Dairine does not retreat from the strange sensation, reminded slightly of connecting to the Motherboard, though without the initial jolt. Whatever this is, it seems more responsive than the rest of the planet.

The lack of words makes sense, given the stationary nature of this figure. So Dairine tries a telepathic conversation instead, reaching out like she would to the train.

'Can you hear me?,' she sends the thought through her physical connection. 'We've come here to help.'

Through the telepathic line made, there is a pulse, similar to the sensation before - though, perhaps not as great, given the link is on a more personal level than skin. Not a word, but confirmation is what Dairine may be able to tell.

But after confirmation, comes plea. Danger. Worry. It is uncomfortable, the weight of these emotions through the link, despite the care taken not to rush between each one.

Yet, they are genuine. And emotions of the heart - even one of stone - are hard to mask.

It might not be a wordy response, but it's more than Dairine usually gets from stone. She'll take that as a good sign.

'I don't blame you there.' There's plenty to worry about. Since this is telepathic, her own worry is also present, bleeding in rather than at the forefront. What was causing wizardry to act up here? Was it related to her sudden power drop? And most importantly, how would they complete the mission with so many of the Voidtreckers at a disadvantage?

'Is your world usually like this? It feels... closed off.'

Unsure. It comes after a pause, the feeling closer to confused, as if the question isn't quite understood. At least lighter in discomfort.

Then, there's a flash to the bridges, a view of them that shows them whole. Except, the discomfort prickles deeper with that visual, and even the statue must be aware of it, pulling it back, distancing from the line.

The faint remains of an apology quietly given.

'The bridges aren't what I meant, thought it's good to see how they should look repaired, she explains gently. 'My... abilities to connect with Life haven't been working right since we've got here, like this world isn't listening. Or maybe it is, and it is resistant to change. So far, you're the only one to respond to me at all.

Dairine shakes her head, even as the prickling itches at her skin. 'It's fine, it doesn't hurt.'

Much. At least it's not giving her a pounding headache or nausea, so it's probably fine.

Silence comes first, always - a need for the statue to consider, before it makes action. Decides what to do, despite comfort. Despite harming potential allies.

It makes a choice, and the life in the statue reaches out 'more' to Dairine. Attempting to make a stronger bond, though there still comes the crackling of pain, a discomfort to her body. A wider image coming with it, as it attempts to explain through feeling.

The feeling of multiple energies within it, woven, being made to work together, to be what they need to be. A stream of these energies flowing in harmony.

Lightly, some of Dairine's own energy - a miniscule amount - is brought towards this stream - and all of it ripples, more like threads scattering in a bad reaction.

Different, feeling implies. The discomfort lingers, when then, after a beat: You. Me. Connect?

It is an offer to work together.

The pain stings, causing a slight twitch to her fingers. However, her mind is still receptive as she mulls over the message being sent over.

Was this being implying that this world rejected her wizardry because it was so vastly different than her?

The offer might be risky, but Dairine scarcely hesitates. Perhaps she was reminded of connecting to the Motherboard, but if this fixed her wizardry, she'd gladly take the pain.

'Hook me up.'

The energy slips in further, closer to Dairine's self; not seeking to probe her mind or to access anything beyond a psychic level of connection - one, unfortunately, that brings a deeper discomfort. Something inside her that shouldn't be, that isn't right; the connection is made carefully, but even carefully can't rid the feeling of how wrong this is.

Where so many worlds seem to not show their differences, doesn't find ways to work together, to be heard when a Wizard speaks - this one shows its refusal well.

In this state, the feeling of suggestion from the statue is stronger - for Dairine to focus on her Speak, to display it, show how it works in its use. . She'll be asked a few times to keep it up, as something similar to it begins to be stitched together into that connection between them.

Stitched together, and easing the discomfort - creating a similar wavelength to Dairine's. Shoddily put together, but maybe after repeating a few words, Dairine may hear the last of what she says repeated back.

Wings of Wonder: NPC Interactions and Investigations

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