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- arcane: ekko,
- arcane: jinx,
- mcu: bucky barnes,
- mcu: marc spector,
- mcu: steven grant,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: aiden copeland,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- pokemon: ingo,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- reign: nostradamus,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- westworld: maeve millay
JUNE EVENT: CAMP
early on June 10th, Friday's morning announcements end with a request for everyone going on the latest excursion to meet her in the atrium. she seems in noticeably better spirits than she had been last time, and she leads them cheerfully to the tender. once they are all aboard, and the door is securely shut, the interior fills with gas, and, perhaps, their last thought before they slip into unconsciousness is "oh shit, not again."
passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?
or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:
when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.
welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!
passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?
or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:
CAMP AION
when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.
welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!
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Being a person who tends to have very little interest in fictional matters in general, the books available on the ship have been a perpetual font of disappointment in Jade's eyes for quite some time now; to say the least, Skulduggery's sentiment is a thoroughly relatable thing, and actually takes a bit of the edge off Jade's mild internal exasperation at having to outright diagram out an explanation. The matter of Auldrant's planetary make-up is about as real and scientific as it gets for a fact, where both of them are concerned--and so, well...if he can offer such a point of interest in this sort of way...yes, that's pretty alright, he thinks.
Jade angles the notebook a bit in his lap to ensure Skulduggery has a decent vantage point in turn, as he continues drawing. Their shoulders are probably practically bumping at this point, but for once Jade at least doesn't actually notice this particularly, considering he needs to get fairly engrossed in this if he's going to get this sketched out correctly...
"Good, then, so I at least won't have to get into explaining such things as that too thoroughly. You know, it's rather nice to hear that at least some things might be consistent, between at least a few planets in different realities..." Considering what Jade's heard of Earth at this point, it wouldn't have even surprised him if it turned out to have an entirely different composition altogether. Everything else sounds so ridiculous about it already! Though, where 'inherently magical properties' might be concerned...hm. Fanning out from the smallest circle in the center of the layers Jade's drawn onto the page, he starts outlining funnels that open out to the outermost circle, indicating them as he continues speaking. The diagram on the whole is beginning to look something like this. "But I suppose, to translate it in this case, Auldrant does possess an 'inherently magical property' to its structure. There are ten very large fon slots that emanate from the core--passages through which fonons flow, so to speak. In fact, every existence on Auldrant also possesses ten fon slots, humans included. It's how we ourselves are able to access and cast fonic artes."
But, here, Jade finds himself getting just a bit distracted as a thought occurs to him--pen pausing on the page, he looks over at Skulduggery curiously. "...Actually, I do wonder--is there anything like fon slots where you're from? Pathways by which to channel your own magic through your body, so to speak. ...Or does your type of magic involve your body in any particular way at all, for that matter?"
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The whole fonic system is particularly fascinating, given how different it is from his own reality's magic. He is, however, extremely grateful for the diagram, because none of this would be so easily explained without it.
"We don't have anything like that, no. There are ley-lines in the planet's surface that serve as... concentrated pathways of magic. But our magic is entirely based on our biology. Some humans on our planet just have an innate ability to manipulate the elements, or perhaps they wind up with a more specific branch of magic. But we don't... have any sort of 'slot' system."
Because he's from a children's book, not a JRPG. But that's beside the point. "It sounds a bit as though people are conduits for magic in your reality, rather than possessing it directly?" Shot in the dark.
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But, you know, at least there's pen and paper here and now to help things out--and it's not as if this slight tangent in the topic actually needs either of those things, being at least simpler to explain than Auldrant's anatomy. Skulduggery's guess is met with a prompt and approving sort of nod from Jade, pleased at the swiftness of the latter's uptake.
"Yes, that's exactly correct. Fonons themselves are sourced from the surrounding matter--and so, the standard fonist's body is the instrument through which those fonons are channeled and tuned, success entirely dependent on one's level of skill and control over their fon slots. --I suppose I ought to clarify that fon slots are not visible holes in our bodies, or anything ridiculous like that..." Here, a note of humor, recalling someone else who had mistakenly made this assumption in the past and grabbed his arm to try and find such slots. "Such channels are on a molecular level, after all. Five internal and five external, on a human being; external slots are found on the four limbs and eyes, while internal slots correspond to major organs...brain, heart, spine, intestines--and vocal cords. The eyes are the largest fon slot in the human body, with vocal cords coming in second."
Skulduggery has perhaps noticed it by now, the unnatural red coloring of Jade's eyes behind their glasses. Does this particular detail about fon slots have anything to do with that, you ask? Well. ......Maybe. Anyway! In the interim, Jade starts to resume sketching in the rest of Auldrant's fon slots and a few more layers on paper as he speaks, even if thoughts are still a bit sidetracked at the moment.
"Truthfully, I was quite surprised to discover that fon slots are not at all common here--in fact, I've yet to meet any other person who might possess them. A little surreal, in the sense that one would be dead without them in Auldrant. ...But the mingling of worlds around here certainly broadens one's horizons. That your magic might be entirely innate to your individual self is quite fascinating; you know, I met someone else with an exactly opposite sort of situation. In her own world, human beings could only use magic if they were in possession of a physical item called a 'blastia'..."
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Despite being completely alien from his own magical ecosystem, he finds that it makes quite a bit of sense. Interesting how the slots line up somewhat with what he knows of chakras, actually; if he were at all capable of explaining that, they might really find some strange similarities between their planets.
"It seems that there are as many magical systems as there are realities to choose from. I've run into several people from other Earths whose magic works completely differently from mine. Or who don't have any magic at all." He says that like it's weird because it is. He isn't convinced, honestly. "I can't imagine what it must be like to not feel your magic under the skin. So to speak."