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watch for the flash
Antares
Her jaw was set, her mouth a firm line. Often she's heard the phrase "magic" to define abilities or powers that can't simply be explained without research or willing researchers. "Magicians" as a whole, tended to be pretty dangerous but operated off esoteric rules that she learned to exploit over time. Instruments, wording, phrasing, tone, setting, etc., all could be manipulated, usually.
Usually, since the rules were a quick and dirty way of categorizing "magic" as a whole, and definitely not absolutes. A certain "Glastig Uaine" (Glas-tig when-yay) came to mind, but she would dwell on the fairy queen of the dead another time. There was no need to insult these people with a "Magic isn't real." After all, if that's how it was for them, then that's how it was. At the very least, Aelius seemed to agree with her on the strange nature of the place. Now that she looked at herself properly, the color of her clothing had changed. It wasn't quite the light-on-dark gray, her pants were black jeans, and she had shoes on now that she didn't before.
It felt odd to wriggle around her toes in the shoes, acknowledging that she had socks on that weren't really there before, like waking up to find somebody had draped a blanket over you while you were asleep.
And you lived alone.
It was creepy but oddly comforting, but the dark thoughts came again as she listened to Sera's explanation. "Dreams are born from your conscious, so normally you'd appear however you subconsciously think or know you should."
Did she have a third eye? If her dream self was a self-reflection, she could be very lucky or very, very, very unlucky. Victoria frantically patted her face, her arms, her torso, and her legs. Two arms, two legs, nothing else. She felt like she was so out of place, so strange with these people, on so many different levels.
"Do I look like a normal human being to you guys? Two eyes? One mouth? No deformities? I wouldn't be able to tell if they manifested in my hair, but I didn't feel anything weird in there." She said with some urgency. There was a pause as she worked up the courage for an explanation, punctuated with her stripping off her hoodie. Underneath, she wore a simple black t-shirt with a logo in the middle. It was a shield with three big letters, PRT, with wings on the sides of the shield. She patted herself down and ran her hands down her arms.
"I had a run-in with a..." She paused, looking for the right words. "Shapeshifter. Somebody who alters the flesh of others, and I just wasn't right for a while. Messed with my brain and self-perceptions." Several half-truths, which was good enough for now. "I just need to be sure that I don't look anything like..." She almost ended the sentence with "...what I used to look like." "...what he tricked me into." Rationally, she knew it probably was nothing. She could talk, for one. Irrationally, she had no control over dream magic, or whatever this was.
She gave a half smile as she patted herself down like a crazy person. "God, I feel like a psycho." She laughed a little to herself.
Interactions: Ploegy (Aelius) Miserable Alchemist (Sera)
Her jaw was set, her mouth a firm line. Often she's heard the phrase "magic" to define abilities or powers that can't simply be explained without research or willing researchers. "Magicians" as a whole, tended to be pretty dangerous but operated off esoteric rules that she learned to exploit over time. Instruments, wording, phrasing, tone, setting, etc., all could be manipulated, usually.
Usually, since the rules were a quick and dirty way of categorizing "magic" as a whole, and definitely not absolutes. A certain "Glastig Uaine" (Glas-tig when-yay) came to mind, but she would dwell on the fairy queen of the dead another time. There was no need to insult these people with a "Magic isn't real." After all, if that's how it was for them, then that's how it was. At the very least, Aelius seemed to agree with her on the strange nature of the place. Now that she looked at herself properly, the color of her clothing had changed. It wasn't quite the light-on-dark gray, her pants were black jeans, and she had shoes on now that she didn't before.
It felt odd to wriggle around her toes in the shoes, acknowledging that she had socks on that weren't really there before, like waking up to find somebody had draped a blanket over you while you were asleep.
And you lived alone.
It was creepy but oddly comforting, but the dark thoughts came again as she listened to Sera's explanation. "Dreams are born from your conscious, so normally you'd appear however you subconsciously think or know you should."
Did she have a third eye? If her dream self was a self-reflection, she could be very lucky or very, very, very unlucky. Victoria frantically patted her face, her arms, her torso, and her legs. Two arms, two legs, nothing else. She felt like she was so out of place, so strange with these people, on so many different levels.
"Do I look like a normal human being to you guys? Two eyes? One mouth? No deformities? I wouldn't be able to tell if they manifested in my hair, but I didn't feel anything weird in there." She said with some urgency. There was a pause as she worked up the courage for an explanation, punctuated with her stripping off her hoodie. Underneath, she wore a simple black t-shirt with a logo in the middle. It was a shield with three big letters, PRT, with wings on the sides of the shield. She patted herself down and ran her hands down her arms.
"I had a run-in with a..." She paused, looking for the right words. "Shapeshifter. Somebody who alters the flesh of others, and I just wasn't right for a while. Messed with my brain and self-perceptions." Several half-truths, which was good enough for now. "I just need to be sure that I don't look anything like..." She almost ended the sentence with "...what I used to look like." "...what he tricked me into." Rationally, she knew it probably was nothing. She could talk, for one. Irrationally, she had no control over dream magic, or whatever this was.
She gave a half smile as she patted herself down like a crazy person. "God, I feel like a psycho." She laughed a little to herself.
Interactions: Ploegy (Aelius) Miserable Alchemist (Sera)