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Who: Viktor and special guests and YOU
When: end of January/February pre-event
Where: Cadens, the Horizon
What: it’s canon update time baybe and things have become…weird…
Warnings: potential references to suicidal ideation, and also a manslaughter. arcane season 2 spoilers through episode 6.



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[There's a slight hint of remorse, that he would startle Cid in such a way, but he'll make up for it in the way he offers support. Cid will find himself weightless, no up or down causing any kind of vestibular distress. He simply floats.]

This is an occasional occurrence, for the Summoned. [It will be easier to explain, if this is not Cid's first time, hearing about such a phenomenon, but Viktor will do his best.] To dream days or weeks or months of time away from here.

[Only to return, as if nothing has happened at all. Viktor can't be sure what's real and what isn't, or if this path is set in stone for him, but what he does know is that he's retained magic, from his imagined time away.]

In my dream, the means through which I cured my illness took a different form. It afforded me certain...abilities.

[judgmentbolts]

[ It takes him a moment to adjust, but still less time than he would like to become acclimated. Ramuh, too, floats instead of walking — this was true of his Eikon, and of the god he had become in that dream. ]

I remember now, yes. [ He can't recall who spoke of it to him, but he knows of it — the way some rare Summoned dream vividly of home. He hasn't thought much of it, not for himself. There's nothing for him to get back to. But even so... he had never thought that it would cause such a drastic change, not in someone as stubborn and headstrong as Viktor. ]

So that's what brought this about... Well I'm glad you've found the means to live, even there, but you'll have to forgive me for wondering what it cost. And before you accuse me of some nonsense, I'm not talking about your new look or whatever 'abilities' you've gotten yourself — I'm talking about all of this. [ He gestures at the... space around them. ] This isn't like you.

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[Viktor's face falls, slightly, at the mention of a cost--because of course there was a cost. He should confess it, so as not to give Cid the incorrect impression, but he also knows that he can help, finally. He can lift Cid's curse. Viktor doesn't want to sabotage himself, even as Cid sees through him once again.]

What about...this?

[He can't exactly explain it without describing his newfound abilities. There's an implicit question, too. What about this isn't like him? Presented with the boundless wonders of the arcane, why shouldn't he explore it?]

It is a psychic plane, which allows me to conduct research that is more...metaphysical, in nature.

[judgmentbolts]

You've always been the sort to keep your feet on solid ground. Much as you might fuss about it, you couldn't help people the way you wanted if you found yourself too far removed from them.

[ It was a part of why they had both agreed they didn't want to be gods, or at least not the sort they had become in that dream. He scrubs a hand across his mouth, clearly struggling with something before his shoulders sag, resigned. He looks at Viktor. ] Tell me I've misunderstood. Explain it to me.

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This is just another tool.

[Viktor's face falls, as if he is now understanding that Cid finds this disturbing. His colors shift, becoming more muted. Though he understands Cid's trepidation, it's possible Viktor was hoping he'd be met with less outright concern. An assertion that, somehow, this isn't him.]

I told you I gained certain abilities. This was accompanied by a physical transformation. You may find it familiar.