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un: man's greatest treasure (video)
[The talisman starts transmitting almost out of spite, catching a few seconds of Hermione chopping herbs meticulously, in what looks like her room in the teahouse. The few days before departure are very clearly spent preparing supplies for the road, with her cauldrons bubbling happily away.
She brings her herbs over to one cauldron and drops them inside, picking up a spoon to stir, muttering under her breath:] Ten counter clock this time, maybe it will be stronger - no replacement for - [She flinches, her jaw twitching where she grits it.
Somewhere in her head, she is treated to a cacophony of Ke-Waihu's dead, the most recent ones outraged that they were not rescued sooner by all these strangers. You stir your potions and tell us to mind that face paints aren't poisoned, but do you do anything for us? Where were you when the beasts attacked?
A from Hermione in stirring, the sudden flash of anger in her face at having lost track of her counterclock-wise strokes, and to anyone unwise to what's happening, she snaps at thin air:] Will you shut up for ONE MINUTE - all of you --
[She freezes in place, and looks at the talisman, propped onto the worktable next to her.] Shit. [The feed stops.]
[ooc: SOMEONE signed up to absorb some volcano spirits and now SOMEONE can hear the dead and the dead have A LOT to say right now so now SOMEONE might be extremely angry. (Set before sea-travel, after Subaru's post announcing it.)]
She brings her herbs over to one cauldron and drops them inside, picking up a spoon to stir, muttering under her breath:] Ten counter clock this time, maybe it will be stronger - no replacement for - [She flinches, her jaw twitching where she grits it.
Somewhere in her head, she is treated to a cacophony of Ke-Waihu's dead, the most recent ones outraged that they were not rescued sooner by all these strangers. You stir your potions and tell us to mind that face paints aren't poisoned, but do you do anything for us? Where were you when the beasts attacked?
A from Hermione in stirring, the sudden flash of anger in her face at having lost track of her counterclock-wise strokes, and to anyone unwise to what's happening, she snaps at thin air:] Will you shut up for ONE MINUTE - all of you --
[She freezes in place, and looks at the talisman, propped onto the worktable next to her.] Shit. [The feed stops.]
[ooc: SOMEONE signed up to absorb some volcano spirits and now SOMEONE can hear the dead and the dead have A LOT to say right now so now SOMEONE might be extremely angry. (Set before sea-travel, after Subaru's post announcing it.)]
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I'm afraid you're likely right about that. I can hear them, even those who are not usually able to make themselves known. It's all very overwhelming. [She crosses her arms with a bit of a pout, and grouses,] I didn't want people finding out. They're making a big deal out of it now.
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I understand the desire to not feel weaker than you already do.
[ Genuinely, he vibes with the desire to not ask for help. ]
So, think of it as a study of the volcano's magic. Catalogue your experiences, and if you make a diary of it and how it impacts you then you may find it easier to notice if the effect begins to fade on its own or if it stays steady. If... you are willing, there are of course people who are well versed in this who may be able to offer some help -- wards, things to reduce the impact. That would, of course, make it harder to tell if influence is fading but may be better for your ability to sleep. You could still take notes in the day but allow yourself reprieve at night, if that worked.
[ A pause, Wrathion re-folding his arms. ]
If you're amenable, you could ask Anduin. He has the ability to dispel harmful magic. This may be beyond his ability, considering how potent the volcano is, but consider it an option.