TheSimianMind
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And only a Sith deals in absolutes.
Clarice quips, not missing a beat. Like a hyperactive bee, she flits from plant to plant, running her fingers along their rough surfaces as she feels for water droplets. As this line of inquiry wears on, she diverts more and more of her attention to the lizard and barn owl staring dumbly at her.
*Shriek!*
*Hiss.*
Somewhere along the line, they must have liberated themselves from her Mind Control and opted to gaslight her for her hubris. They possess object permanence, they heard the banshee, and they understood her command, so why are they holding out on her?
That banshee isn't a psychic construct, you know. By all accounts, it manifests nightly - presumably at its tether, for the tether, well, tethers it to the Material Plane.
The blank expression scribed across the owl's face is irrefutable proof that she still doesn't get it. The lizard is gazing quizzically in multiple directions - a hallmark of an F-Student. Alrighty then, she'll give them one more chance to atone for trying to pull a fast one on the incredible Clarice.
This banshee is essentially a klaxon; she outputs alarming sounds at high decibel levels. You can't tell me you're not smart enough to know where the alarming sounds come from and how to avoid them! That's basic survival stuff!
*Screeech!*
*Hiss!*
Clarice exhales loudly and presses her index finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose.
Don't drink the water, Lyse; there must be lead in it. I've met koalas more intelligent than these two, and I can only chalk that up to brain impairment.
Shoot! Well, Clarice isn't giving up yet!
I didn't want to do this, but...
[Action 1 - Clarice extends the index finger of her gauntleted hand. As motes of white light collect at the end of her finger, she casts Beginner Magic: Glow (from Magic Affinity (E)) and attempts to tack on Duration (F).]
It might not be as effective as light from a torch, but it'll do in a pinch!
[Action 2 - Clarice resumes her investigation, hoping that the light she produces will be sufficient to illuminate additional clues. Swamp, marsh, or bog, dew formation under these conditions is unnatural and a sure mark of the banshee's passage.] Clarice is too invested in her search to notice when Lyse steps away for few seconds.
Circling back to the hag, I doubt it is the most powerful creature in this swamp. If you trust it, then you tacitly recognize this as it stated it was bound by something. It is that something we must appease; all others are secondary.
Clarice flat out ignores the slime-covered reed. She's fairly certain that's not ectoplasm, and she isn't enough of a botanist to suss out the plant's true value. In her view, it's gross and likely poisonous, a reason to accelerate her search rather than allow herself to be distracted from it.
There must be something she is missing here - especially if the animals are this dumbfounded. Perhaps they overshot the tether? If there isn't a tether or, bare minimum, a locus, then this is as much of a ghost as the Ringling Brothers is a law firm. It really is as simple as that.
And once again, the possibility that the banshee is just a guy in a mask rears its ugly head.
Clarice quips, not missing a beat. Like a hyperactive bee, she flits from plant to plant, running her fingers along their rough surfaces as she feels for water droplets. As this line of inquiry wears on, she diverts more and more of her attention to the lizard and barn owl staring dumbly at her.
*Shriek!*
*Hiss.*
Somewhere along the line, they must have liberated themselves from her Mind Control and opted to gaslight her for her hubris. They possess object permanence, they heard the banshee, and they understood her command, so why are they holding out on her?
That banshee isn't a psychic construct, you know. By all accounts, it manifests nightly - presumably at its tether, for the tether, well, tethers it to the Material Plane.
The blank expression scribed across the owl's face is irrefutable proof that she still doesn't get it. The lizard is gazing quizzically in multiple directions - a hallmark of an F-Student. Alrighty then, she'll give them one more chance to atone for trying to pull a fast one on the incredible Clarice.
This banshee is essentially a klaxon; she outputs alarming sounds at high decibel levels. You can't tell me you're not smart enough to know where the alarming sounds come from and how to avoid them! That's basic survival stuff!
*Screeech!*
*Hiss!*
Clarice exhales loudly and presses her index finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose.
Don't drink the water, Lyse; there must be lead in it. I've met koalas more intelligent than these two, and I can only chalk that up to brain impairment.
Shoot! Well, Clarice isn't giving up yet!
I didn't want to do this, but...
[Action 1 - Clarice extends the index finger of her gauntleted hand. As motes of white light collect at the end of her finger, she casts Beginner Magic: Glow (from Magic Affinity (E)) and attempts to tack on Duration (F).]
It might not be as effective as light from a torch, but it'll do in a pinch!
[Action 2 - Clarice resumes her investigation, hoping that the light she produces will be sufficient to illuminate additional clues. Swamp, marsh, or bog, dew formation under these conditions is unnatural and a sure mark of the banshee's passage.] Clarice is too invested in her search to notice when Lyse steps away for few seconds.
Circling back to the hag, I doubt it is the most powerful creature in this swamp. If you trust it, then you tacitly recognize this as it stated it was bound by something. It is that something we must appease; all others are secondary.
Clarice flat out ignores the slime-covered reed. She's fairly certain that's not ectoplasm, and she isn't enough of a botanist to suss out the plant's true value. In her view, it's gross and likely poisonous, a reason to accelerate her search rather than allow herself to be distracted from it.
There must be something she is missing here - especially if the animals are this dumbfounded. Perhaps they overshot the tether? If there isn't a tether or, bare minimum, a locus, then this is as much of a ghost as the Ringling Brothers is a law firm. It really is as simple as that.
And once again, the possibility that the banshee is just a guy in a mask rears its ugly head.
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