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hadriel_logs2018-01-23 10:37 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-01-23 10:37 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- akira kurusu,
- alana,
- anakin skywalker,
- annabeth chase,
- aranea highwind,
- atem,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- celebrimbor,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. lance sweets,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- elena fisher,
- ellie,
- fingon,
- george lass,
- hanako nurumi,
- harlan halliday,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- lydia,
- margaery tyrell,
- merle highchurch,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nico di angelo,
- prompto argentum,
- rey,
- sam drake,
- sansa stark,
- seel har parasiel,
- swift har parasiel,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker,
- will solace,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yusuke kitagawa
Event Log: The Hope of a Child
Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths
By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.
And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!
Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...► This log covers January 23rd-Feb 1st.
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... And since it doesn't appear to be damaging the object itself, he tentatively reaches out to put his fingers through it. It doesn't hurt him. It's not even hot. Whoa.]
How are you doing that? Is it like a hologram? [Except holograms don't fix things. He hasn't gotten to that part yet.] Can you show me?
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[He's... a little worried that trying to teach Michael's kid self some magic will only end in disappointment like it did with adult Michael, but, well... This is probably temporary. He can find some excuses to avoid disappointment if mini-Michael has trouble. That'll be easier than a flat no here and now, anyway.
...Wait okay but holy shit he hopes this is temporary. Oh god. What if his boyfriend is stuck as a kid forever?
Mmmm gonna assume that's not the case and just. Magic lessons!]
Yeah, I'll show you. Mending is easier, so, uh... [He looks around, and then gets up briefly to grab a paper towel from the counter. He rips it so that it isn't quite in pieces but is still distinctly broken, and then sets it on the table. It's easier to fix a tear in one whole object than to rejoin two halves.]
Pick that up. You have to be touching it for the spell to work. [And now comes the awkward part where he has to explain how to use magic to someone who has, until this point, thought it was a made-up thing. Oof. Maybe Message would've been easier. At least he can demonstrate how that works with Michael as a recipient, get him used to how the magic feels... That can be a back up in case this doesn't work.]
Casting spells is all about manipulating energy that's already in your body. [Sooort of?] This spell is an easy one, so the energy you need to put into it is about as much as you'd need to do basic stuff you do all the time without thinking, like walking or breathing. Fixing that tear is gonna be easier than you think it'll be. It'll just feel hard because you don't think it's possible. It's not something your body can do without magic.
[He pauses for a moment to think.] You know how when it's really cold, you can kind of watch frost spreading on a window? That's what you want your magic to do with this paper towel. Focus on that, and think about how the paper towel looked before I ripped it. Make it, uh, be that again. It might take a little while and you might need a few tries, but you'll get it. You can do it.
[And then he waits to let Michael give it a shot. He hopes he's explained it well enough... This is more of a Kyna thing, really. Harlan's always had magic, always known what it feels like. That makes teaching it a little tricky.]
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And he doesn't really have an explanation for how the screen-thing got fixed. He watched the cracks disappear, and he was holding it. That wasn't just smoke and mirrors. It reminds him of the time he read in a book about the guy who bent spoons, and then he spent a whole day trying to move a pencil with his mind. It didn't work, but then his brother came up behind him and scared the crap out of him and the pencil went rolling across the table by itself. Which was probably nothing. Probably.
Okay, fine. He'll bite.
Michael sets the thing down and picks up the paper towel instead, one hand on each side of the tear. There's no magic words to memorize, and he doesn't need a wand, so all he's gotta do is concentrate, he guesses. Harlan says it'll be easier than he thinks. He says he can do it. And even if he can't, and it is just another trick, then that probably means the paper will get fixed anyway, because Harlan will do it for him.
Michael closes his eyes, even though he wasn't told to.
Like frost spreading on a window. He imagines the ragged edges of the paper towel reaching out for each other and sticking back together again. He imagines the tear sealing up like a zipper. You'll get it. You can do it. He wants to, and he thinks that might be because Harlan wants him to, because he expects it. Or, no, it's more like... because Harlan thinks he can. That's not something Michael hears very often, at least not for good things, and he doesn't want to waste it by disappointing him. He tries to push that desire forward, willing the object in his hands to be whole when he opens his eyes.
And so it is.
It isn't perfect; he can still faintly see where the tear used to be. But it's definitely one piece again. For now, all he can do is stare.]
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[Harlan is just as surprised as Michael that the spell actually worked. Maybe he should try to do a better job of masking it, but he's never been good at that.
He gently tugs the paper towel out of Michael's hands to get a better look at it. Sure, not perfect, but it's a far cry from what any kid should be able to do on his first try. Especially like three minutes after learning that magic even exists. Especially Michael.
Teaching Michael as an adult was challenging. They made basically no headway, and Harlan suspected it was largely to do with Michael's limited patience, but... It was more than that, too. Like the magic was being blocked somehow.
It's possible that small Michael was able to learn the spell so quickly because of some weird god clause that's part of this event, but it's just as possible that the problem was with adult Michael. Would that have something to do with the Visitor, maybe?
Hm.
He'll get to that in a minute.]
You know, there's a few different kinds of mages. Which you are depends on how you get your magic. Most mages are wizards, and wizards learn magic the same way you learn things like math and English in school. That's what you should be.
[He sets the paper towel on the table and slides it back to Michael.] But a wizard wouldn't be able to do this as quickly as you did. Learning spells takes time, and it takes even more time when you're just starting out. You did it on your first try. In less than a minute. [He hopes his tone conveys how big of a deal this is.]
When I was a kid, I could learn spells really fast too, but that's because I'm a sorcerer. I've had magic in me since I was born.
[He pauses. He's not exactly sure where he's going with this. It's not like Michael is going to be able to tell him what's going on here, but, well. Something is up.]
Are you sure you don't have magic where you're from?
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Michael smiles, but he tries to keep it under control. Don't want to get too overstated, here. Maybe it was beginner's luck.]
Can other people really not do that? [Yeah mission failed immediately, he's like, beaming. This is the part where he gets his Hogwarts acceptance letter or whatever. But wait, he has a question to answer, too.]
Um, I don't think we do... Everyone always says it's fake, like it's just in books and movies. There are people who do magic at birthday parties and stuff, but that's all just tricks. [Unless it isn't???]
But there was, um. [He fidgets with his sleeves a little. He feels silly saying this, even though he's pretty sure he just literally cast a spell.]
There was one time I think I moved a pencil with my mind, but Nate said I was being stupid.
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[But, again, Michael should be a wizard. A wizard would need to be taught the spells... God, this is bizarre.
Time for more tests.]
Hey, do you want to learn another spell? I know one that'll let you talk to people telepathically. It's just like talking, but you're saying the words with your magic, not your mouth. See if you can say something to me that way.
[It'll be tricky, not having more than a vague description to go on, but Harlan will at least be able to feel if he's trying.]
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Michael nods and closes his eyes again, even though Harlan once again didn't say to do that. He first tries to come up with a thought to send over, and that's taking too long, so he just settles on "hello". He repeats it a few times in his head, and then tries to, well, he doesn't know, push it? Over to Harlan. He isn't sure what speaking telepathically is supposed to feel like.
This isn't as easy as the paper towel trick, he realizes. Maybe it'll take him actual practice, but he thinks he can get it. He wants to get it. He doesn't want that first time to have just been a fluke.
As for what Harlan hears, it isn't exactly a classical working of the Message spell. It sounds like it's being projected over a vast distance, or with a very weak signal, and it's less of his intended message and more of his surface thoughts. It's hard to make any sense of it under those conditions, but it's something.]
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He shoots back his own Message.]
Close. This is what the spell is supposed to sound like. Wait a few seconds for mine to wear off, and then try again.
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He isn't sure what it "wearing off" means, but he does wait. Almost a full minute since he's not sure what "a few seconds" means, either. Oops. He wants to be sure, though.
He got close last time, so if he just tries that again, but more like the clear, conversational sound of Harlan's version. He tries not to concentrate as hard. Just kind of let the words happen, maybe. His message this time is slightly more complex, but it's the same general idea:]
Can you hear this?
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What the fuck?]
Yeah, there you go. That's... Well, that's great. You're a quick learner.
[Eerily quick. And Harlan has one more test in mind to see just how quick. Maybe, anyway. If this works.]
Hey, there's one more thing I want you to try, okay? You don't even really have to do anything this time.
[It's true. For this test, it's all HH. He sets up a quick Alarm spell around himself, setting the dividing line about halfway between himself and Michael. He takes care to make sure the Alarm is very specific; if someone enters the barrier who isn't a sorcerer, the spell will trigger.]
Now put your hand here. [Harlan points to a spot closer to himself on the table.] Nothing will happen, but I'm trying something out to test just how magical you are.
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And someone is talking to him with telepathy that's so crazy. This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to him and nobody's going to believe it. But that's okay, he probably wouldn't tell them anyway.
Maybe getting ahead of himself, he tries to respond using the spell- a very quiet "okay"- before confidently sliding his hand across the table. He's gotta be at least a little bit magic, right? Though honestly, any is better than none.]