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eastbound2021-04-02 12:05 am
bearshermark) wrote in eastbound2021-04-02 12:05 am
handwritten text; day 6?
sweet lily of the hidden valley:
I have healing magic
[Then, after a few minutes, he decides signing it might be a good idea, in case this works as he's been told]
-Eleven
I have healing magic
[Then, after a few minutes, he decides signing it might be a good idea, in case this works as he's been told]
-Eleven
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[He well understands the curiosity now]
What sort of will exists where you're from?
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We call it the Force. The energy that suffuses the universe, that binds all living things together. And a power that can be wielded by one with the capability.
It calls to only a few of us. But just one of the greatest among us might be enough to topple an army.
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Are you one of those strong wielders?
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I do all right for myself. I don't know about an army, but I can take a few platoons. Preferably not at once.
So what exactly is expected of those who bear the birthmark, hm? Are there many of you? Does your society consider you in a special class, or? [ He's got a friend who will be dying to hear all these little anthropological details later. Assuming 'later' comes. ]
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I'm the only one with this mark in my world. It means I'm meant to defend the world from darkness.
But I'm not the only one with magic. Like your Force, not everyone has it, but it isn't terribly rare.
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Interesting. Now this phenomenon I can't say I have heard the like of.
[ Perhaps... a potent enough concentration of the Force within one being could lead to physical anomalies?... His mind is busily trying to fit it into a framework he understands. ]
But let me see then. So -- because of an accident of birth, you find yourself shoved into the spearhead of someone else's battle cleaning up someone else's messes, is that right? Seems things truly do never change no matter where in the galaxy one turns.
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Well, Yggdrasil is a tree. She needs to be protected.
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Wait, so -- there is a literal, actual tree involved here?
[ You've been around him a fair bit, Eleven, you can definitely picture the nose-wrinkled squint of 'what' he's making right now. ]
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Yes.
Not an ordinary tree, though. She hangs in the sky, large enough to be seen from most places in Erdrea.
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Fascinating. An orbital semi-sentient botanical lifeform. There truly are mysteries left yet in this galaxy.
Perhaps I will have to come see for myself at some point. One of my crew would be absolutely beside himself to witness such a thing. [ A giant sky tree that can communicate with locals and forms a basis for their whole culture? Talos's specialty is more archaeology, but he could definitely wrangle two or three promotions out of an unprecedented find like that. All depending, of course, on whether Arche is willing to subject this Erdrea to the Empire's loving attentions or not. ]
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That doesn't sound possible.
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Oh? Does your world have some policy about outsiders? Or is your great tree part of a nice orbital defense system or the like? [ He's not really clear yet on whether Eleven came from Somewhere Else Entirely, or some neighbor civilization to the city they're in now, but given that he hasn't noticed any Yggdrasil in the sky over Sa-Hareth yet the former seems like a safe bet. ]
Probably just as well, really. Opening one's shores to the wider galaxy has its benefits, but the dangers are many.
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Erdrea is in enough danger right now though.
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Well, if I were going to come by, I would visit via starship. You've seen sea ships, I'm sure? [ That's a thing they had pretty early back in history, right???? Then again, if Eleven's planet hasn't had any outside contact at all, who knows... ] Traveling between planets is not so different in principle. Only in the distance and scale.
It did sound as though this mission of yours was rather urgent. What was it you spoke of when we met -- the Void?
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[That's going to take some time to sink in]
And yes, the Void is meant to be a dimension between life and death. I thought that was where we were, here.
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Between life and death... Hm. Give me a moment.
[ Several minutes pass before Eleven gets another message. ]
Don't know that I feel anything out of the ordinary hovering between those two states around here. Plenty of the living, and some energy of the restless left behind. Then again, the local walking corpses seem to have no presence in the Force at all, so it's still possible my senses deceive me and you have been sent somewhere just off-course from your destination.
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I hope we can find a way back in either case.
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Even if I have to spend 20 years building a comm relay from scratch to contact my people, I will get off this rock.
You are certainly free to come along in such a case. But I doubt it will come to that.
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I appreciate the thought.
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[ He frowns at the output on the other side of this strange contraption. Is it the technology on the fritz, or...? ]
Don't get all doom-and-gloom on me now, I speak only in hypotheticals. You're not the only one who would rather be home yesterday, believe me.
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[ This is probably the place where a normal person would say something reassuring. ]
Well. All the more incentive to head to work, collect plenty of bribes and be on our way straight out of here, I suppose. Even if I expect half the place would be better burnt down instead.
[ Oops. ]
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I hope we can rid this place of at least some of the undead before we leave.
[That's what he means right]
I want to help, but my own world needs me, too.
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I doubt if we will make much of a dent either way. Seems the city is infested with slavers as well as moving corpses. I hear the merchant fat cats sailing in later this month are slated to bring even more 'merchandise'.
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That's awful.
[And though he tries, really, what more is there to say about such an abhorrent practice?]
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