odd little alucine

[affodell]

It's never previously occurred to Cayra to put a door across an alucine boundary, but now that she's encountered it in practice it makes sense. It makes it visually obvious and it lets you lock it if you want. This door wasn't locked, and it looked like it led to a public bathroom, not a bar, from the signage, so she's still confused. Still, it's a good idea. She twists open the glass vial pendant around her neck and bends her head to the little blue lily inside to make a note of it; as an afterthought she tries to send it off to her antheomancer-chatcircle, anything to have a decent conversation, but it doesn't go. Her flower doesn't look wilting, but she can put it back in the garden and get a fresher one for the vial later. At least her personal files look okay. She closes up the vial again, giving the flower a touch of antheomancy for its health, and finds a bathroom inside the bar that dominates this little alucine.

And then she emerges into the bar. It doesn't seem to be staffed. Or stocked. Why wasn't it locked?

Hello, anybody here?

with Flynn (ErinFlight)

with Harry (andaisq)

Due to some icon rearrangement errors, some of Flynn's tags appear with an incorrect icon. The correct face for this thread is Rosario Dawson's.

Comments

[affodell]

"Oh, I totally plan on being immortal, that's half the reason I went with automancy. Yeah, really advanced 'mancers can do big stuff."

[midst_of_threads]

"What's the biggest you've heard about?"

[affodell]

"I mean, how do you want to classify it? Tephramancers go on sprees of conquest that can sweep dozens of alucines, but that's because they build armies, they don't solo it. It's sort of hard to tell how good cleromancy can get because as they get luckier they take bigger and bigger risks and eventually they hit a bad one."

[midst_of_threads]

"If individuals can get that powerful, what would happen if we got rid of vices?"

[affodell]

"There's still a ceiling on what's currently in the knowflowers. Every now and then someone manages some original research, but that's harder than just picking it up. So it wouldn't skyrocket instantly, but it'd provoke a lot of new stuff."

[midst_of_threads]

"Okay, that's good."

[affodell]

"And a lot more people would want to become 'mancers. You'd have a waiting list on vice-curing."

[midst_of_threads]

"If it works out for you, maybe I can practice doing a few people at once? The block might vary a lot depending on how much they've already studied 'mancies, so I doubt I'll be able to do everyone," Flynn grimaces.

[affodell]

"Yeah. But you can do a lot of people, probably."

[midst_of_threads]

"Hopefully! Is there anything I should know before we get there?"

[affodell]

"To the medeomancer? Not especially, unless I'm forgetting something obvious."

[midst_of_threads]

Flynn shrugs, "You know your world better than I do."

[affodell]

"His place is just over that hill."

Just over that hill is a squat little house with a sign sticking out of the roof that has a picture of a stylized person with an extra layer of outline over one hand and one foot and Medeomancer written under it. There's a smaller sign by the door reminding visitors about the nature of medeomancy's vice and asking them to ring the bell instead of knocking if they need to talk to the medeomancer's friend. Cayra rings.

[midst_of_threads]

"I don't want to mess with his head without his permission, but it sounds like he won't be able to understand what I'm asking?"

[affodell]

"Yeah. His friend may be able to get the concept across, or will at least have a decent idea of what he would have wanted."

The door opens; a little old lady is there. "Hello girls. What seems to be the trouble?"

"Do you want to explain?" Cayra asks Flynn.

[midst_of_threads]

"I have a type of magic called weaving. I recently figured out how to get rid of vices. I was wondering if the medomancer would want that and if I could ask him a few questions afterwards?"

[affodell]

"I - what?"

"She can," Cayra says. "She got rid of mine. She hasn't tried any medeomancers yet; this was the closest one."

"But - is it - safe?"

"Yes," says Cayra. "At least - I don't know if suddenly not having the vice anymore will cause problems all on its own, but it won't do anything else. Right?"

[midst_of_threads]

"Nothing else. It will simply stop the magic from interfering with his personality and thoughts and will fix what's already been damaged."

[affodell]

"I'll - I'll go get him, then, shall I -" She bustles off and comes back with a man, who follows along after her obediently and looks Cayra and Flynn up and down but doesn't say anything.

[midst_of_threads]

Flynn reaches out with the threads and very carefully weaves the barrier.

"Do you feel any different?"

[affodell]

"I," begins the man. "I - oh my."

"Dasan?" asks the old lady.

"But - will I still be able to," he frowns, thinking, "will I still be able to heal?"

"I can still do my magic," says Cayra, changing hair colors again (now it's red and white in stripes).

[midst_of_threads]

"You ok?"

[affodell]

"I... think so," blinks the medeomancer. "But how did this happen?"

"She's from another world, with another world's magic," beams Cayra.

[midst_of_threads]

"My magic can block yours and your magic was able to help me. It's working out pretty well."

[affodell]

"I didn't wind up actually doing that much to help you," Cayra points out. "Magically, anyway."