abraxaslogs | It's not a real party until something's broken! (Open/Closed Prompts)

Kelson's mother would have also enjoyed the garden. Although Kelson himself had a much different reaction to such a thought and it made him scrunch up his face and frown for a moment. He loved his mother, but he did not like his mother. Both looking around for anyone he might know and a spot that didn't remind him of Queen of Gwynedd, he found himself around the same spot as Bay, next to a stack of stones his mother would have ordered cleared away.

"Why does what keep happening?" As he approached, he saw her pick up a stone and drop it. It wasn't hard to read her anxiety, even if he didn't have magic, he could have figured it out. He started to reach out, to help her calm her own anxiety and then stopped. No, he most definitely did not want to be on the receiving end if she took offense to that. One bout with Lucifer had taught him that. So. He'd wait for an invitation.

She caught him in the corner of her eye, which was good. She didn't need to be startled more. Although the images she got from touching things twisted the world around her briefly, to something close, something not quite, the world as it is now.

"I- sometimes hear things." Which is a weird statement from a Deaf girl. "And feel things. I picked up that stone, and there was something there." Her heart stopped racing after a few moments away from the stone. But it still hung in the back of her mind that she was feeling that way.

Kelson settled down next to her, and reached out to take her hand inquisitively. She heard things, did she? That was....interesting. He hadn't quite worked with her before, so the physical contact helped. He didn't even think to ask permission. He bridged the gap between them, trying to feel what she felt and hear what she had heard. So, his voice sounded in her head. Probably an odd sensation for a Deaf girl.

Like this? Show me. He could feel her anxiety too, but....one thing at a time. If she reacted poorly he could always calm her down.

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Not as weird for this Deaf girl. That's a conversation for later. It did feel like this. Her innervoice matches perfectly to her natural voice. She doesn't really question it, she knows telepaths exist here. And that it's probably easier to just share this than have her fumble at explaining it.

So she picks up the stone again. The words play out, just as they did before. She’ll say yes, she’ll have to say yes. Yes. But what if she doesn’t? No, no, it’s been four months she’ll say yes. She didn't move, but she watched someone's hand roll the stone between his fingers and stack it on top of the other stones. The garden wasn't very different from now, just lacking the damage from the visiting monsters. The racing heart and stomach in knots were back. Not her stomach, not her heart. But whoever owned this fragment.

She recognized it. It was the feeling you get before asking someone out, for the first time.

He looked up at whoever was coming, and the nerves melted away. Which brought an end to whatever she was remembering. What, this time it was Bay's voice, not that voice she didn't know, was that?

Well, the lack of a complete freak out was very welcome. Something he should have expected here and yet, was still getting used to. No one here had yet to jerk away from him in utter fear and terror and scream about being contaminated. He listened, and felt as she picked up the stone again, images, voices and feelings projected into her mind. And his.

Interesting.

Although Kelson was sure Bay probably wanted a bit more than just 'interesting'. With his free hand, he reached to pick up the stone himself. With a small probe he got. Nothing. Just... a rock.

I'm not getting anything myself. But all that means is that the impression left wasn't especially psychically strong. My guess is you're picking up fragments of impressions left by others. Does it happen with everything or just, randomly?

Kelson would get those impressions, by say, picking up something of someone who was murdered. Not, a first date.

Wait, better ask. You don't normally have magic, do you?

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Someone telepathically saying 'interesting' was about as reassuring as when a Doctor says it. Not reassuring, in the slightest.

This is new. Some items just seem... Different. She hadn't put a name to the feeling, but there was a trepidation attached to the stone before she touched it. She didn't know why it was there, but she guessed whatever 'this' is, that's her body telling her about it.

She just ignored it because it's a stone, why would it be dubious to touch.

My world doesn't have magic. I guess it has a little, but I only ran into it once. And none of the spells I'm working on here would do this. The only magic she ran into in her life before here was waking up Deaf. Which she could only classify as 'magic' or 'impossible.' But as it happened, magic was the only proper descriptor right now, without further information she can't get to until she goes home.

No, none of the spells you're undoubtably working on would cause this. Unless I've vastly underestimated Abraxan magic. This feels like some kind of innate ability coming to the surface.

It's not unheard of back home. Usually individuals who work closely with other magic users can sometimes develop a sense of it themselves. Certain skills get activated. Magic can be...contagious?

My guess is that what is what happened to you. There certainly isn't a lack of magic around here, from practitioners to magical creatures. You may develop more than one skill.

He focused in again on that feeling she was getting. It wasn't quite like anything he'd experienced himself, but that didn't mean he couldn't guess. At the very least he had a bit more knowledge of magic than she did, even if it may or may not be applicable.

You're probably picking up on the psychic residue even before you're touching it. Does it bother you?

Kelson relaxed by stones, trying to look like they were just enjoying the sunlight, watching the flowers, and the birds. Nothing to see here.

This place does change people, the connection to the Horizon does it. Which would explain her new skill. Seeing in the dark was just as sudden, although it didn't need control. It simply was. This would require a little more finesse.

She bunched a bit of her skirt around her hand and touched the stone again. Thankfully nothing. So she'll also just need to have gloves for the future. While she gains more control over this.

It's... the next few thoughts aren't even remotely English, raw frustration that slips her back into ASL-brain for a moment. She takes a breath, I can't really find the right metaphor that will make sense to you. But I can feel... life? That's what it is, a tiny little run of power around it. Like it wants me to know it matters?

She lets her eyes linger on the stone a few moments longer before going back to looking at the gardens. Thorne was beautiful, even after what happened. It was impressive, what they did here. Even if she knows how it was done would probably churn her stomach from what she knows of the Queen.

Really? Kelson piled away that bit of information for later. It wasn't just his world then. Magic really was contagious. He watched her as she touched the stone again and didn't react. Alright. So it was either something she needed to actively trigger or the energies in the stone were shifting. Or both?

And then Bay switches to ....not english. He waits, trying to sort out the images and then she changes back. It's alright. Take your time.

She explained. She could feel life? He took a moment to think about it. He wouldn't have put it that way, but it wasn't his magic. He'd take her at her own experience. Do you know what triggers it?

The Singularity ties us here, and with that it sometimes changes us. Little things. Either it's trying to help us, or we're helping ourselves through it. That was her experience anyway, she could see in the dark. For a girl who needed to see to communicate, it was very useful to never worry about the time of day or life of her lantern.

I know that it's inanimate objects, that I need them to touch my skin, and I think objects a lot of people touch don't do this. Which is to say no, she doesn't know what triggers it. But everything she's touched hasn't been... common. It doesn't happen in the kitchen when she handles everyday spices and tools. And the bookstores and libraries only happen with books rarely touched.

Wait, the Singularity is sentient? Or is it in a more instinctual manner? That was a whole avenue he had never even explored. Magic as a sentient.....creation? It boggled his mind honestly. So to go home, we need to modify the Singularity?

He wasn't staying here. He had absolutely no intention of getting comfortable. He had a kingdom to get back too, and it would only wait so long. My guess would be a strong emotional connection or moment on behalf of whatever individual left the ...thread. But it could also easily be something on your end. Sorry, I know I'm not much help.

It's aware, at least. Sentient is a little too complex for her to confirm without trying to- connect to it. It was clear it did a lot here, so much hung on it. I wouldn't meddle with it lightly, that- vision, after the monsters. I think that all was someone trying to mess with it.

Probably something left behind, Not all of them had felt emotionally impactful. They had something to them, a thought or feeling hanging to the object like a fingerprint. Even if she was drawing them out, she wasn't making them herself. I at least have someone else who can see I'm not crazy. I'll be happy with that.

I don't think anyone particularly likes being meddled with, sentient or aware at the very least. It didn't occur to Kelson at all that he was a giant hypocrite for suggesting such, as he routinely meddled with people's minds. At least at home.

You are very much not crazy. I assure you. Kelson broke the bond, moving his hand slightly away from hers, aware of just how odd it must look to anyone possibly watching that they were just, staring at eachother silently.

It's not a real party until something's broken! (Open/Closed Prompts)

B. Castle Thorne!

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