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Time for a Break
Who: Odile and OPEN
What: Just chillin
When: After Suri-fight
Where: The cafe and/or inn
Warnings: Will add if needed
The consequences of Enciodes' little mission have been far-reaching, it seems. Odile herself is satisfied that she's learned a great deal (though grumpy that some of it had to be learned at all) and relatively un-traumatized from the whole ordeal, but people around town are clearly not doing well. So while she normally keeps mostly to herself, this week she's decided to get out and about.
It's still bitterly cold, and she still wants to just sit somewhere warm and read a book, so the inn and the cafe will have to do for "out and about".
She makes herself comfortable, sipping occassionally from a cup of tea as she reads, but makes a point to look up whenever someone comes by or starts talking and nod, or raise her eyebrows, or otherwise signal that she is open to having company.
What: Just chillin
When: After Suri-fight
Where: The cafe and/or inn
Warnings: Will add if needed
It's still bitterly cold, and she still wants to just sit somewhere warm and read a book, so the inn and the cafe will have to do for "out and about".
She makes herself comfortable, sipping occassionally from a cup of tea as she reads, but makes a point to look up whenever someone comes by or starts talking and nod, or raise her eyebrows, or otherwise signal that she is open to having company.
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For a second some of her shock shows on her face, then some of her anger, before she gets herself under control. Her expression is grim, but restrained.
"I see. Thank you for telling me." He could have downplayed it, or kept his answer vague. She's truly grateful that he didn't. Now she knows what she's dealing with.
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"For Dominants, it doesn't seem like it progresses as quickly as it does with your average Bearer. To tell the truth, my brother hadn't even shown signs of it at all until we came here. Myself and our childhood friend, we both have signs, but... I'd thought him immune, perhaps, due to his nature. But after I-- after he died at the hands of that... thing, it's begun to appear."
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"Is that so? How bad is it?"
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Assuming that she's talking about Clive's affliction. It had been the last he'd mentioned, at any rate, and he's loath to speak of his own.
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"This happened suddenly, immediately on his return?"
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"Yes. That was his price, I think, the Curse finally setting in. I haven't seen it progress, so I'm... not sure if it will, but I wouldn't take any risks."
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"I do appreciate your honesty on this matter. Is there anything else I should know about moving forward?"
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"The only other thing is that... Dominants can lose control in moments of extreme distress. The Eikon senses that distress and takes over, forcing the Dominant to prime. Control can be taken back, but it's a defensive measure to save the Dominant in dangerous situations. It happened to me, once, and I've seen it happen to a friend."
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"How much distress, precisely?"
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"When the Dominant fears for their life, or their safety. With mine... Our father was killed right in front of my eyes, and those that killed him were coming for me."
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"...I'm sorry."
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Nevermind that he was comatose for five of those eighteen years, and still occasionally has nightmares about it. He's fine.
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"I'm afraid we've strayed rather far from the initial subject, but this has all been very useful information."
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"Yes. The loss of control was the last thing I could think of that we hadn't touched on, but if I can think of aught else, I will let you know."
cw: emeto mention
"Obviously Craft is not nearly so hard on the body." Obvious to her, anyway. How many magic users in their world make it to 50? 60? Anyway.
"It is possible to make oneself ill by using too much Craft, but it takes a great deal. Not so different from, say, running until you throw up. It passes quickly with a bit of rest. In extreme cases it can cause fever, but the circumstances required are rather extraordinary."
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"I wonder if the difference is that your Craft is intrinsic to you, while our magic is... something that was gifted to us in our creation, by a god who only used us as means to an end."
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"I'm given to understand it isn't an entirely natural phenomenon?" Natural, maybe, but in the same way that being poisoned from working in a mine is natural.