[open] voice , a little magic question

[obliviscere]

Type: Voice
Sender ID: obliviscere (Namine)
To: General Public
Subject: About Magic
Warnings: None

Hello, everyone. My name is Naminé and I have a very small question for anyone willing to give an answer.

[ At first her voice starts out pretty small, but as she speaks more she seems more certain of what she wants to ask. ]

I've had some wonderful people offer to help me learn more about magic here. So I'd really like to narrow down what kind to focus on at first. Would anyone be willing to share their experience?

Either with magic they've learned here or what you may know back home! What gave you found to be the most helpful? The thing that's best helped you to protect and help your friends?

Any answer, long or small, is equally appreciated. Thank you so much.

Comments

[beshackled]

[Witch is not a common term amongst his people. The manipulation of memories, however, rings considerably more familiar. Though why she seems so nervous about sharing such a thing... makes Erichthonios wonder a little.

Had she once done something she regretted with those abilities? Or had there been some sort of accident involving them?]

It sounds as though you may have an affinity for controlling incorporeal aether.

That spell you took an interest in, to seperate two entities into their original selves? Identifying and separating their incorporeal aether is a large part of it.

[obliviscere]

I'm not sure if that's it. Nobody really knows the full nature of why I can do what I can. I don't think there's anyone else that can.

[ People were far more interested in using her for the abilities than figuring out how and why she could do things. ]

Do you think I might be able to learn something like that then?

[beshackled]

I do. But we needn't rush it.

[Fundamentals first. Then the fancier stuff. He wants her to have a good, solid foundation to work from at her own pace, not feel pressured to perform.]

We actually work with memory quite a bit in some ways. My people, that is.

[obliviscere]

Oh? In what way? I hope...nothing like what I did. [ Because she still feels terrible over that. ]

Touching on Endwalker plot stuff for the spoiler-averse

[beshackled]

We can share our memories directly with each other, or recreate them for others to witness via a projection of our aether. We can also encode them into crystallized aether.

They use a system capable of altering memories in Ktisis Hyperboreia as well... though I heard it malfunctioned recently, so I don't know if that practice shall continue as it has.

[obliviscere]

That sounds... useful.

[ and she sounds a touch sad about it. Definitely better than what she did with her own memory abilities. ]

People shouldn't alter memories.

[beshackled]

On that we can agree. 'Tis intrusive enough to glean from another's mind without consent and to distort thoughts. Mental intrusion in general is... unpleasant, to say the least.

[He knows this from first-hand experience, as the one whose mind was tampered with.]

As I recall, the system was put into place by the current Chief Overseer of Elpis. He is not here, to my knowledge, but should he ever appear here... mayhap we could convince him to reconsider using it.

[obliviscere]

Yes... It really is intrusive. I wish...

[ That she never had intruded in someone's thoughts. But she's a bit too ashamed to admit that so she just trails off. ]

What was his name? In case he ever does appear?

[beshackled]

[He can tell she's holding something back. Something that weighs upon her immensely.]

Hermes.

He would likely have robes and a mask much like what you see upon me now, and despite this place's... propensity for altering our bodies, I imagine he will still be very tall compared to most others here.

[obliviscere]

I'll keep my eyes out. Maybe he'll arrive sometime.

[ She pauses for a moment ]

What did this place do to your body?

[beshackled]

[He gives a small, helpless shrug.]

In addition to sealing away some of our magicks, 'twould seem as though our height was also... problematic to this place, I suppose.

I've not been this small since I was a child.

[obliviscere]

[ That makes her look vaguely amused. ] Really? And here I've been thinking you were tall!

[beshackled]

I assure you, I am quite a bit taller normally.

Though I suppose this world did extend one small mercy by shrinking my belongings by the same ratio as it did me. If it had not, I could have made a tent of my robes and had a poppet half my size! 'Twould have been far more difficult to carry it around with me...

[Somehow, her cheer makes the hurt of being changed so sting a little less.]

[obliviscere]

That would have been very inconvenient. It must feel very strange for you to be so small. Unless you just don't notice much because everything is the same size?

[beshackled]

'Tis less noticeable upon the water than upon land, but I fear the experience of waking is often a little disorienting. I adjust little by little throughout the day.

The shape of some of the buildings almost makes me feel big again, given how small the doorways are. And the ceiling heights. If I weren't so nervous around people, I might spend more times indoors, but I... often feel like I am intruding in others' spaces.

[obliviscere]

I'm glad you're adjusting, even if it's just little by little. I guess you could say I am too in a way.

[ What with having an actual body and all. Ah, but what he says last really pings her ]

Has anyone made you feel that way? Or is it just a feeling you get?

[beshackled]

I... Mayhap 'tis a remnant of earlier times. I was... very isolated, in childhood. Most of my life, I have lived in Pandaemonium amongst the warders and keywards, and the creations. I don't really know how to talk to people all that well.

[obliviscere]

I'm sorry to hear that. I was locked up for most of my life too without people to talk to. It's very lonely.

CW So much child abuse here

[beshackled]

It is.

[For a moment, his head dips low. Ever is he one to display the whole of his heart -- for better and for worse.

But he soon snaps out of it, his focus drawing to her instead. Her troubles. Her suffering.]

Why were you locked up, though? Were you...

[His brows draw together, face contorting in worry.]

Did someone do anything to you?

CW So much child abuse here

[obliviscere]

[ She forces a smile because that's what she's used to and what comes most naturally. ]

A group of people wanted to use my abilities. It...they weren't that bad to me. [ The biggest lie ever. ]

[beshackled]

[If a smiles comes naturally to Naminé, a frown comes naturally to Erichthonios.]

Locking a child up and not letting them talk to anyone is bad.

Using that child for their abilities when that child barely understands them is not only bad, 'tis dangerous.

[obliviscere]

I know. To some of them it didn't matter though because they didn't see me as a real person.

[beshackled]

Why in creation would they not see you as a real person?

[Brows drawn together, nose crinkled; his face a display of a combination of confusion and disapproval both.]

[obliviscere]

Ah, that's a tiny bit complicated.

[ and she doesn't really want to bother anyone with her problems ]

It might be a long story to explain?

[beshackled]

...'Tis alright if you don't wish to speak of it here. But know that I disagree with their assessment.