[I must take advantage of this week while I can...
Tragically for both of us Childe does not fling him into the trash compactor to die, he just gives him a little tug and guides him through the rubber curtains, into the back area. Into the dark and creepy hallway they go!!! Childe does not seem particularly bothered by the creepy atmosphere.]
Unfortunately Childe continues to think Essek is the most interesting person in this whole place]
Lead the way. [He doesn't need guidance either honestly, but that's learned and not biological, and he's trying to get a sense of Essek's skill set anyway, so he will let Essek pull ahead as they wander.] Are all your people... what would the term be. Spellcasters? Like you?
[He's being sized up like a cob of corn. Essek will lead a little, but not far; he has good ears which he trusts even if he is a twink.]
No. Drow all have various professions and interests. I am a wizard because I found talent and interest with magic, specifically magic related to time, space, and probability.
[I still hate this so much. Thankfully Childe can't read brackets, so he just hums thoughtfully, nodding like this makes sense.]
Right, that was written on your profile. [Along with many other things, but Childe doesn't mention that right now.] What do you think? If we fail here, could you mend whatever these auditors undo?
this sounds so unhinged out of context and isn't any better with context. They are really just wandering through this dark maze hallway towards the trash room as they talk about this.]
I see. So it's less of a direct touch to the leylines, and more of an exertion on action and will?
[backtags you like you wanted WHY IS THE LAST THING YOU STUFFING MY CORPSE WITH HAY?!?!?!]
It is called Dunamancy. Magic utilizing the energy of dunamis.
Most of the magic is about altering the probability of an action in your favor, though other spells manipulate gravity, or even test the limits of using pieces of time. Slowing it, speeding it up, pulling from your unused selves left to decay in realities not taken.
[Because it is Friday the 13th........ also not the way I demanded this and then went to watch Wind Breaker. Also x2 I still hate that you died before simulation room week UGH!!! If Childe knew about simulation rooms he would say that, but instead he is just miffed once again that they are nerfed, tch.]
Unused selves, huh? Haha, sounds like something an old colleague of mine would say--though he'd mean it a bit more literally.
[YOU DEMANDED IT AND LEFT SO QUICKLY. It's fine. You still have 2984982 people to tag, and I have one.]
Oh...?
[Well, now he's curious. Don't be curious about that man.]
Every choice you do not make still creates the beginning of a timeline, though brief, decaying. There is an... echo of you within it, lingering there before it, too, decays.
[YOU BOTH COULDN'T EVEN GET MIDTRIALED BECAUSE NEITHER OF YOU WERE THERE. THROWS YOU INTO THE TRASH.]
When they decay, they are gone. Such is time; easy to slip away. It doesn't happen instantly, but it doesn't last forever.
I have spent all of my life studying this form of magic, and I am interested to see if there are ways to do more with time and space. Change time, reset realities.
You know, where I'm from, we have something called Irminsul--the World Tree. Through the Ley Lines, it collects and records almost all information about the world. I'm hardly an expert on it myself, but something like the power you describe--I bet you could do almost anything.
[watched a documentary about women turning to virtual love and companionship and the girl interviewed was in love with luke since he's the perfect man]
The World Tree... [He hums, glancing around.] I would like to see something like it, if I could.
[It would be really neat.]
It sounds similar, in a way, to... the Luxon. The deity my people worship. Supposedly the beacons we have are pieces of this deity, but... I think there is more to them than only that. The beacons, with the right ritual, can establish... rebirth into another life after death, if you are within its field when that occurs. A handful of people have gone through this for several lifetimes.
Do you think about how they're still holding hands as Childe just interrogates this poor man about his world lore.]
Those beacons--is it only spellcasters like you who can perform such rituals? [And, more interestingly--] What would you do if you gained the power you seek?
[Yes. They should. Why wouldn't you hold hands as two criminally ambitious masterminds?
His smile is amused, but a bit sharp.]
The ritual - consecution - is a heavily guarded secret. Typically, Umavi oversee the ritual; that is, those who have gone through enough rebirths to become a perfected soul, someone who supposedly has met the Luxon.
[He peers at Childe, then glances away.]
I'm not sure. Correct past mistakes perhaps...? I'm not sure what I would do other than... learn the secrets I wish to know.
Somehow I have a hard time believing that. [Aimless ambition, with no end goal or guiding purpose? It's not impossible, but it seems unlikely, to him.] But we've only just met, so I won't push.
[Well, that's fair enough. Even if it's only shades of the truth, like Childe suspects might be the case, it does make sense--it's not like Childe could've dreamed up the Abyssal techniques of his master before he knew they existed, after all. He wants to ask more, but he just said he wouldn't push, so instead he tugs Essek around another corner.]
You know, I bet you'd really like an old acquaintance of mine. He's not so interested in pursuits of strength and power, but he's a never-ending font of knowledge. If he were here, he'd be talking your ears off about all sorts of things.
[Ironically he does not know that Zhongli was in heaven]
Essek follows the tug around the corner in a flutter of robes. They were supposed to be investigating, and they are, but now they are commiserating over ambitious grabs for power and strange, alien artifacts.]
Oh? Perhaps. What is he like? Aside from being a big chatterer for various things.
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[HE'S JOKING, but also. He knows your ambitious type, Childe. He is also the exact same type. People should be more suspicious.]
Very well.
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[Imagine if Childe really did lure him in here and kill him week 0, how funny would that be
But no, it's affection week so instead he holds out a hand!! (Aladdin voice) do you trust me........]
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He looks at this hand and does NOT want to take it, but something truly compels him.
So he takes it.]
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Tragically for both of us Childe does not fling him into the trash compactor to die, he just gives him a little tug and guides him through the rubber curtains, into the back area. Into the dark and creepy hallway they go!!! Childe does not seem particularly bothered by the creepy atmosphere.]
How's your vision in the dark?
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He is Magic Carpet Ride-ed right on through to the other side. THE CREEPY HALLWAY! The way it is not dark at all to him, so funny.]
Nearly perfect. My people lived underground for a very long time.
[Ouchies in the sun, but no ouchies in the dark alien vampire caves below......]
Do you need a guide...?
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Unfortunately Childe continues to think Essek is the most interesting person in this whole place]
Lead the way. [He doesn't need guidance either honestly, but that's learned and not biological, and he's trying to get a sense of Essek's skill set anyway, so he will let Essek pull ahead as they wander.] Are all your people... what would the term be. Spellcasters? Like you?
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No. Drow all have various professions and interests. I am a wizard because I found talent and interest with magic, specifically magic related to time, space, and probability.
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Right, that was written on your profile. [Along with many other things, but Childe doesn't mention that right now.] What do you think? If we fail here, could you mend whatever these auditors undo?
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Essek slows to a stop and turns to look directly at Childe. He smirks a little.]
You mean, can I change time?
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I suppose that's what I'm asking, yes.
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[WAIT DON'T JUST SAY I GOT BUTTERED AND EATEN]
I would be very interested in learning and practicing more with influencing time and space so I may do something such as that.
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this sounds so unhinged out of context and isn't any better with context. They are really just wandering through this dark maze hallway towards the trash room as they talk about this.]
I see. So it's less of a direct touch to the leylines, and more of an exertion on action and will?
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It is called Dunamancy. Magic utilizing the energy of dunamis.
Most of the magic is about altering the probability of an action in your favor, though other spells manipulate gravity, or even test the limits of using pieces of time. Slowing it, speeding it up, pulling from your unused selves left to decay in realities not taken.
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Unused selves, huh? Haha, sounds like something an old colleague of mine would say--though he'd mean it a bit more literally.
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Oh...?
[Well, now he's curious. Don't be curious about that man.]
Every choice you do not make still creates the beginning of a timeline, though brief, decaying. There is an... echo of you within it, lingering there before it, too, decays.
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And yeah!! Be curious about that freak!!!! The same way Childe is so unfortunately curious about all of this, endlessly chasing new forms of power.]
How long does it last, before that happens? Or are you able to tap into them even after they've decayed?
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When they decay, they are gone. Such is time; easy to slip away. It doesn't happen instantly, but it doesn't last forever.
I have spent all of my life studying this form of magic, and I am interested to see if there are ways to do more with time and space. Change time, reset realities.
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You know, where I'm from, we have something called Irminsul--the World Tree. Through the Ley Lines, it collects and records almost all information about the world. I'm hardly an expert on it myself, but something like the power you describe--I bet you could do almost anything.
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The World Tree... [He hums, glancing around.] I would like to see something like it, if I could.
[It would be really neat.]
It sounds similar, in a way, to... the Luxon. The deity my people worship. Supposedly the beacons we have are pieces of this deity, but... I think there is more to them than only that. The beacons, with the right ritual, can establish... rebirth into another life after death, if you are within its field when that occurs. A handful of people have gone through this for several lifetimes.
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Do you think about how they're still holding hands as Childe just interrogates this poor man about his world lore.]
Those beacons--is it only spellcasters like you who can perform such rituals? [And, more interestingly--] What would you do if you gained the power you seek?
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His smile is amused, but a bit sharp.]
The ritual - consecution - is a heavily guarded secret. Typically, Umavi oversee the ritual; that is, those who have gone through enough rebirths to become a perfected soul, someone who supposedly has met the Luxon.
[He peers at Childe, then glances away.]
I'm not sure. Correct past mistakes perhaps...? I'm not sure what I would do other than... learn the secrets I wish to know.
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Though the last makes him laugh.]
Somehow I have a hard time believing that. [Aimless ambition, with no end goal or guiding purpose? It's not impossible, but it seems unlikely, to him.] But we've only just met, so I won't push.
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My goal had been to extensively study the beacons first. That was my initial hurdle. After... It depends on what secrets I could uncover about them.
Without knowing that first, I had nowhere to begin. Only speculation. For now, all of that has been put on hold.
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[Well, that's fair enough. Even if it's only shades of the truth, like Childe suspects might be the case, it does make sense--it's not like Childe could've dreamed up the Abyssal techniques of his master before he knew they existed, after all. He wants to ask more, but he just said he wouldn't push, so instead he tugs Essek around another corner.]
You know, I bet you'd really like an old acquaintance of mine. He's not so interested in pursuits of strength and power, but he's a never-ending font of knowledge. If he were here, he'd be talking your ears off about all sorts of things.
[Ironically he does not know that Zhongli was in heaven]
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Essek follows the tug around the corner in a flutter of robes. They were supposed to be investigating, and they are, but now they are commiserating over ambitious grabs for power and strange, alien artifacts.]
Oh? Perhaps. What is he like? Aside from being a big chatterer for various things.
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