[Maelle and Gustave still share a room and so he sort of gets no say. At least for now. Maelle keeps telling herself she'll stay in her own room eventually, but... there's no rush. Right?]
We still need to choose the right yellow and green, though.
[ She doesn't think Gustave will mind green. Of course, Lune is willing to bet Gustave would agree to any color Maelle wanted. But green is a good pick for both. ]
True. We'll be looking at these walls plenty, best to make sure they're just right. When is this paint excursion happening?
I suppose it's only fair he gets some say, too. Though we should probably keep veto rights, just in case. What if instead of paint, he picks a wallpaper with pictures of trains?
Well, I could probably take a break. If you and Sciel don't mind company.
I've been told by Maelle you could potentially help me with an injury. I have reason to believe it has a magically-charged infection. She mentioned chroma, but I have some concerns. Still, I said I would reach out.
I do have healing skills, even some that are quite potent, but I have yet to test them in Etraya. I've only recently regained access to my chroma, but all my other chroma-based abilities seem intact and effective.
Magically-charged infection sounds... different, but I'd certainly be happy to help if I can.
What are these concerns, if you don't mind explaining?
I contracted the initial infection through an injury I wasn't able to get taken care of. The magic part either happened shortly after, or simultaneously, given the environment I was in when I was hurt. It's something I've seen before in plants, but not in a person, and at first I thought it transferred through liquid contact. Now, I'm not sure. I also don't know the full extent of it's repercussions. I understand if this is considered more of a risk than you'd be willing to take on, but Maelle would be on my case if I didn't at least ask.
I'm not that easily shaken. And I can appreciate a challenge.
You speak of magic, however. Whenever I've heard of people speak of magic here, they talk of something that sounds like it has a mind of its own. A force that can bite back, corrupt, take over the person using it. What I do may look like magic, but chroma... chroma isn't sentient. It's a tool with no will of its own. It's building blocks inherent in all living beings and the environment, where we're from. We've learned how to harness it to many different purposes, but the process is technical, scientific. Not magical.
So while I cannot guarantee my chroma is able to heal you, how these two things might interact, I'd be willing to give it a try. Besides... it sounds like not trying isn't really an option for you.
Interesting. I'd agree- my own experience and interpretation of the magic I've dealt with at first seemed to me like how you describe chroma; able to be manipulated through specific interactions using runes. Much like how certain metals are needed to be better conduits to electricity, without everything in the right order, you can either get no reaction, or too much reaction (an explosion...)
But as our research progressed on the arcane, that's when we noticed certain things outside the bounds of pure scientific manipulation. Sometimes it even seemed retaliatory, in ways no other nature was. Water doesn't care what you use it for or how often, but magic does.
If chroma's truly different, then like you said, it might work, or it might have a bad reaction. I doubt the infection in my leg has any form of arcane sentience, so if your chroma is more like water in the metaphor I used, I'm feeling more confident there won't be a bad reaction.
I appreciate the information. I would liken chroma more to water, to use this metaphor of yours. But I would also add that while chroma is a tool, it has potential to be a dangerous tool. That's dependent on the person wielding it. A knife is useful in most hands; dangerous in others. Chroma isn't different in that regard.
Well, we can speculate all day, but there's only one way to find out for certain. When would you like to attempt this?
How typical of men. Well, my schedule is kind of light these days, so I can be there whenever is convenient for you. Just give me your address. I'm assuming you'd be more comfortable doing this at your own housing— and depending on the site of the injury, perhaps you're better off not moving about too much.
Very well. Then I will see you – and friends? – shortly.
[ ooc: would you like to log this? i'm happy to thread out or handwave if you're too slammed! also happy to play this out however is most fun for you re: whether she can heal the injury or not, i can easily justify either option. ]
so, i asked sciel what she wanted for christmas and she caught on to me immediately and told me not to cheat, so, as i am here, not cheating, i decided to come ask the other adult woman in that household.
[ Lune is slightly surprised by the message. She's had little contact with Sophie, the blonde more familiar with the others. Lune can admit that she's uncomfortable and suspicious about the thought of a mind reader, a telepath— someone with a power to intrude the mind of another and bend them to their will, take away their agency, plant foreign thoughts and ideals into their heads as if they've always been there. Why are they not questioning the potential for abuse such a power has?
She's bitten back any such comments to the others, not wanting to come across as a jerk who doesn't trust their judgment. She does. That doesn't make her personally much more inclined to engage. There are a few kneejerk reactions that spring to mind immediately. I'm not really the best person for something like this, for example.
But it's for Sciel, and Lune loves Sciel more than she's wary of Sophie. Even if Lune still doesn't think she'll be that much help, here. ]
Sciel appreciates anything with a bit of personal sentiment behind it. If the gift made you think of her, she'll like it. You've spent enough time with her to know that, I think.
(Sophie's tried, if anything. She explained some of what she can do, how it works, but it seems like their mutual friends are much more interested in the fact she doesn't than the fact that she not only could apply way too much harm if she wanted to, but has.
Lune's questions, though? Normal. She never spent too long amongst humans — she's not very fond of the concept, but she knows telepathy is something... Well, intrusive. Uncomfortable, and trusting her requires a leap of faith that not all will take. That's fine.)
and she also knows i'm shit at "personal sentiment", and we mostly drink and dance and talk shit, so i'm not like, super sure or anything. wine feels like a thoughtless gift at this point?
yeah, well. from the little we talked, i can tell you're weirded out. i'm totally used to it, but you know? you're loved by people i love, so, why the fuck not?
Sometime after lunch the day after a certain conversation, Gustave closes his book and considers Lune and Sciel, both conveniently home for the midday meal and now immersed in their own thoughts or projects. "Well, I feel like I've been sitting around too much," he states, without preamble.
This is bait they're both likely to snatch at; he doesn't need to be coy. "How about some exercise?"
Curled up in an armchair with a journal braced against her legs, Lune's lips move faintly as her eyes flick across the lines, every now and again scratching a new notation onto the page or crossing something out with her pen, frowning as she does. A half-empty cup of tea sits on the coffee table in front of her, long forgotten and cooling.
Gustave's announcement has her looking up from the pages, her free hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck; perhaps he's not the only one who's been sitting too much.
"You want to go for a walk?" she asks, arching a brow slightly. In her defense, with how reluctant he's been about training, it's hardly her first guess. "I wouldn't mind that."
Sciel is currently sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, where she is one-by-one removing delicate pressed flowers from between the layers of the press. (She used to use Pierre’s books, but she suspected Lune and Gustave would be less thrilled by this.) She lays them out on paper one by one. This is largely boring but she likes it anyway. Gustave’s suggestion is much more intriguing, and she doesn’t care at all when she breaks a petal.
Before he can ease them into the idea – not that a walk sounds like a bad idea, he'd honestly enjoy it more, in all likelihood – Sciel perks up, all too happy to engage with the idea of a little violence.
Gustave's already wincing, but he nods, exhaling a silent sigh. Maelle, you owe him. "Definitely no foretell... but yeah. Lune?"
He glances over to where she's curled in that chair with her journal and notes and lifts his eyebrows at her, inquisitive. "You in?"
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[ Not cute notes, obviously, but research notes. Alas. ]
Maybe we should get some paint. Or put up some of those photos you've been taking so diligently, lately.
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That's the plan! Sciel and I were thinking we could paint our rooms whatever color we'd like. What color would you want your walls to be?
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Maybe blue? It's supposed to be calming. And enhance productivity.
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[Maelle and Gustave still share a room and so he sort of gets no say. At least for now. Maelle keeps telling herself she'll stay in her own room eventually, but... there's no rush. Right?]
We still need to choose the right yellow and green, though.
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[ She doesn't think Gustave will mind green. Of course, Lune is willing to bet Gustave would agree to any color Maelle wanted. But green is a good pick for both. ]
True. We'll be looking at these walls plenty, best to make sure they're just right. When is this paint excursion happening?
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Well, I could probably take a break. If you and Sciel don't mind company.
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We'd never mind your company, Lune.
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Just maybe not in the living room...
Yes? Well, good then. Let me know when you're going, I'll join you.
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We'll grab you.
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See you soon.
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I've been told by Maelle you could potentially help me with an injury. I have reason to believe it has a magically-charged infection. She mentioned chroma, but I have some concerns. Still, I said I would reach out.
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I do have healing skills, even some that are quite potent, but I have yet to test them in Etraya. I've only recently regained access to my chroma, but all my other chroma-based abilities seem intact and effective.
Magically-charged infection sounds... different, but I'd certainly be happy to help if I can.
What are these concerns, if you don't mind explaining?
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You speak of magic, however. Whenever I've heard of people speak of magic here, they talk of something that sounds like it has a mind of its own. A force that can bite back, corrupt, take over the person using it. What I do may look like magic, but chroma... chroma isn't sentient. It's a tool with no will of its own. It's building blocks inherent in all living beings and the environment, where we're from. We've learned how to harness it to many different purposes, but the process is technical, scientific. Not magical.
So while I cannot guarantee my chroma is able to heal you, how these two things might interact, I'd be willing to give it a try. Besides... it sounds like not trying isn't really an option for you.
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But as our research progressed on the arcane, that's when we noticed certain things outside the bounds of pure scientific manipulation. Sometimes it even seemed retaliatory, in ways no other nature was. Water doesn't care what you use it for or how often, but magic does.
If chroma's truly different, then like you said, it might work, or it might have a bad reaction. I doubt the infection in my leg has any form of arcane sentience, so if your chroma is more like water in the metaphor I used, I'm feeling more confident there won't be a bad reaction.
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Well, we can speculate all day, but there's only one way to find out for certain. When would you like to attempt this?
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The Kiramman mansion, in Mollymarlin. Can’t miss it. I don't live alone, it's likely Caitlyn or Viktor will also be around.
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[ ooc: would you like to log this? i'm happy to thread out or handwave if you're too slammed! also happy to play this out however is most fun for you re: whether she can heal the injury or not, i can easily justify either option. ]
@justsophie
what do you think i should get sciel.
oh, i got you a thing, too.
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She's bitten back any such comments to the others, not wanting to come across as a jerk who doesn't trust their judgment. She does. That doesn't make her personally much more inclined to engage. There are a few kneejerk reactions that spring to mind immediately. I'm not really the best person for something like this, for example.
But it's for Sciel, and Lune loves Sciel more than she's wary of Sophie. Even if Lune still doesn't think she'll be that much help, here. ]
Sciel appreciates anything with a bit of personal sentiment behind it. If the gift made you think of her, she'll like it. You've spent enough time with her to know that, I think.
If all else fails, you can't go wrong with wine.
Me? [ Why? ] You didn't have to.
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Lune's questions, though? Normal. She never spent too long amongst humans — she's not very fond of the concept, but she knows telepathy is something... Well, intrusive. Uncomfortable, and trusting her requires a leap of faith that not all will take. That's fine.)
and she also knows i'm shit at "personal sentiment", and we mostly drink and dance and talk shit, so i'm not like, super sure or anything. wine feels like a thoughtless gift at this point?
yeah, well. from the little we talked, i can tell you're weirded out. i'm totally used to it, but you know? you're loved by people i love, so, why the fuck not?
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Well. That's very thoughtful of you.
[ She doesn't deny being weirded out when it's true. ]
That's my point. She'll only care that it's a gift from a friend, whatever it ends up being. That's how she is.
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yeah, yeah, don't think about it much. i'm assuming you don't have electric guitars in lumiere, so it might take reading the amplifier manual.
you're right. i think i'm gonna put together a self-care basket for her, so there is wine.
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[ She's already curious about it. Damn it. ]
That's a very good idea. I'm sure she will love it.
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thanks. i'll show up there soon with everyone's stuff.
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We'll see you later, then.
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This is bait they're both likely to snatch at; he doesn't need to be coy. "How about some exercise?"
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Gustave's announcement has her looking up from the pages, her free hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck; perhaps he's not the only one who's been sitting too much.
"You want to go for a walk?" she asks, arching a brow slightly. In her defense, with how reluctant he's been about training, it's hardly her first guess. "I wouldn't mind that."
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She looks up with a grin.
“Two on one, no foretell, no hard contact?”
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Gustave's already wincing, but he nods, exhaling a silent sigh. Maelle, you owe him. "Definitely no foretell... but yeah. Lune?"
He glances over to where she's curled in that chair with her journal and notes and lifts his eyebrows at her, inquisitive. "You in?"