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calling_net2016-11-26 06:34 pm
boundinblood) wrote in calling_net2016-11-26 06:34 pm
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Video | CALL Network | un: wardenka
[One of the biggest problems with research into her major projects at home is that simply saying what she's after is a gamble. The chances aren't slim that she'd be discouraged or outright denied help by virtue of what she asks being thought absolutely impossible, or too close to revealing a Warden secret, or borderline heretical. The Seven-Fold City has been the best place she's found to study, lacking any of these issues.
She's done as well as she could here, but now her problem is she can't readily make sense of new ideas without the framework of her home. She needs new input. Fresh, entirely unprecedented angles on the matter. And what better place than here, which barely seems to have even heard of Thedas?
She pans the camera deliberately over stacks of books on a table to show off her research. The volumes are from Tomorrow and Sorcery both, with a couple of field guides from Adventure thrown in, tomes on magic and medicinal marvels.]
All of this, and it's worth so little. [She turns the device around to show her face. She's well-rested, as opposed to the last time she'd contacted the network while binge-studying. There's no brightness this time, no spark of curiosity in her eyes. Instead, her expression one of inerrant focus. She's on a mission, but it weighs on her.] I need perspective. New ones. I was wondering if you all could help me. I'm working on two projects right now, and...I need some outsider's insight.
The first project is...well, it's hard to describe, but there's a slow-acting poison in my world. It can be treated to act even slower, but not nullified. It's less like a spider's venom and more magical, but...well, I'm trying to cure it. If anyone has any knowledge of magical illnesses, forces of corruption, or...oh, anything you think might be relevant, I'd like you to share it. It's, um... [She glances at the books offscreen.] ...bloodborne, if that's useful.
[She seats herself at the table the books are stacked on, her staff clinking lightly as she props it up against the stone wall beside her. The crescent moon tip catches the firelight of a torch nearby, glimmering gold.]
The second is much easier to explain, but, I'm worried its relevance is limited to magic. In my world, demonic and spiritual possession can only be cured by gathering the right amount of mages and materials, and having enough time to kill or drive off the demon in its own realm. Otherwise, the only way is to kill the possessed.
So tell me about possession in your world, and the ways you have to cure it. Maybe something will be useful for my world, too.
[She shifts her weight a little, glancing down as if self-conscious. The click of claws on stone approaches and a dog's whine comes from offscreen. She reaches out of frame to pet the animal, her voice taking on a slower, graver tone.]
I know this sounds like a lot. It is a lot. But I need to do this, I need to succeed. There are innocent lives depending on it. I'd appreciate any help you can give.
She's done as well as she could here, but now her problem is she can't readily make sense of new ideas without the framework of her home. She needs new input. Fresh, entirely unprecedented angles on the matter. And what better place than here, which barely seems to have even heard of Thedas?
She pans the camera deliberately over stacks of books on a table to show off her research. The volumes are from Tomorrow and Sorcery both, with a couple of field guides from Adventure thrown in, tomes on magic and medicinal marvels.]
All of this, and it's worth so little. [She turns the device around to show her face. She's well-rested, as opposed to the last time she'd contacted the network while binge-studying. There's no brightness this time, no spark of curiosity in her eyes. Instead, her expression one of inerrant focus. She's on a mission, but it weighs on her.] I need perspective. New ones. I was wondering if you all could help me. I'm working on two projects right now, and...I need some outsider's insight.
The first project is...well, it's hard to describe, but there's a slow-acting poison in my world. It can be treated to act even slower, but not nullified. It's less like a spider's venom and more magical, but...well, I'm trying to cure it. If anyone has any knowledge of magical illnesses, forces of corruption, or...oh, anything you think might be relevant, I'd like you to share it. It's, um... [She glances at the books offscreen.] ...bloodborne, if that's useful.
[She seats herself at the table the books are stacked on, her staff clinking lightly as she props it up against the stone wall beside her. The crescent moon tip catches the firelight of a torch nearby, glimmering gold.]
The second is much easier to explain, but, I'm worried its relevance is limited to magic. In my world, demonic and spiritual possession can only be cured by gathering the right amount of mages and materials, and having enough time to kill or drive off the demon in its own realm. Otherwise, the only way is to kill the possessed.
So tell me about possession in your world, and the ways you have to cure it. Maybe something will be useful for my world, too.
[She shifts her weight a little, glancing down as if self-conscious. The click of claws on stone approaches and a dog's whine comes from offscreen. She reaches out of frame to pet the animal, her voice taking on a slower, graver tone.]
I know this sounds like a lot. It is a lot. But I need to do this, I need to succeed. There are innocent lives depending on it. I'd appreciate any help you can give.
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Mercifully, she latches on to something else. He eases. Even considering this topic isn't the happiest for him at times. He smiles anyway.]
No one bides by the mothergrub. [He says it with a laugh, as thought it is obvious.] None but the jadeblooded, so rare as they mother fuckin be.
[He is still uncertain as to what a parent is, but he continues, this time hands folded together] By the blood of the mother, all are family. By blood of the indigo, we see this true.
But, [He continues, eyes open and bright again..] a direct connection is an ancestor. One must be most blessed by the Mirthful to meet that which most may not. A wriggler hatches only hundreds of sweeps after an ancestor, a thousand even, or more! That is why the Messiahs give us the Lusii. It is one's mother fuckin lusus what looks after a troll, and they in turn are to be looked after. In all mother fuckin shapes do they come! Mine was to be the most noble capricorn!
[And then the awkward part. He breathes deep and keeps the smile on.]
My lusus proved... unfit, with time. Thusly, upon the day I was discovered, I was culled! The culled are to be looked after by those of higher blood. Like the communal business of which you mother fuckin speak. I would have been slated for culling by a seadweller had not my luck been in favor. My ancestor still lives, his Grandness being of the most ancient of persisting trolls.
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[It gives her something to work with...how would someone writing about humans and their like as if they belonged in an encyclopedia of beasts describe it?]
Among humans like me, and the races like us, any- most women can bear a child, and most men can sire them. Usually, we live in pairs, and one pair can have as many as five children, but normally less, and sometimes more. The man and woman are called parents when they have a child together - a male child is called their son, and a female their daughter. Does that clarify the story at all?
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I... think I fathom the meaning for son and daughter. But I host all manner of confusion for all else. How is one to choose a partner to stay with of their quadrants? Is no lusus had at all? How does all your kind live so long? And, oh, sister Katherine- [He laughs a little helplessly.] -you truly are an alien.
But that's okay. I like you. I guess the lusus ancestor parents held some vast nicety and time to heed an ailing wriggler as happened. [That at least isn't blasphemous.] I will pay heed to that you've explained to me. My deep gratitude, Sister Katherine. [He bows low.]
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[She sounds very distracted as she tries to wrap her mind around this new information. When he said "mothergrub", he meant an actual grub? He's not the only one left utterly bewildered at how alien the other is...]
...from the sound of this, I have a lot to learn about trolls, too. "Alien", indeed.
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Should you wish ever to inquire of me, I shall gladly deign to be of assistance in understanding. Consider how wondrous a mother fuckin miracle it is that we chanced to meet! How distant we may have unrighteously been!