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westwhere2021-05-22 06:37 pm
somebadnews) wrote in westwhere2021-05-22 06:37 pm
tell me all about your problems
WHO: Five, Alina, their guest of honor + OPEN to anyone who wants it feel free to discuss
WHEN: hours after the Unhalad/Anurr conflict while they're busy with the "rescued" (extreme judge-y quotation marks) miners
WHERE: one of the bathing rooms in ye ol' cursed farmhouse
WHAT: Five kidnaps a forest person, Alina joins in and they play 20 questions, Five loses his temper and yadda yadda it's a situation
WARNINGS: here be a hostage, possible violence(??), definite language... less so because Alina wanted to be a good cop so thank her
For someone who spent years (decades) working on an equation to bring him home, Five has surprisingly little patience. He's spent the last few hours pacing the room where he took the old man, his frustration growing by the second since he started to relent to the woman who inserted herself into the situation. Maybe he should feel lucky that it was only one, considering he decided to do this inside the farmhouse, but thankfully the rest of their merry band seemed to be preoccupied. He can't imagine how much slower this could possibly go if word spread to the others.
Alina insists on treating their guest with kindness, coaxing answers from him instead of letting him handle this on his own. It doesn't take long to escape him that he only seems to respond to her. And is that really surprising when he's restrained himself from appearing as the threat he is?
What they manage to pry out of him is deceptively vague, and only reaffirms some of his assumptions. Anurr's followers are essentially a cult of worshippers. They only seem to have hostility towards them because they've taken up residence in this old building, which is what they get for following Haltham. And the wolves and voices terrorizing them are simply the wind.
It's the mocking smirk that finally breaks him.
"Is that all?" His head jerks up from where he's been listening from the other side of the room, and he barks out a laugh as he breaks into a wide, incredulous smile. This asshole. Then he shakes his head and stares at the ceiling, feeling that building frustration boil over.
"This is waste of time," he tells her, pointing as he paces back to the man tied to the chair. It's with restraint that he doesn't grab him by the throat and throttle him right then and there. "He wants to be avenged so badly, let him! I'll grab a sword and we'll give them a reason."
WHEN: hours after the Unhalad/Anurr conflict while they're busy with the "rescued" (extreme judge-y quotation marks) miners
WHERE: one of the bathing rooms in ye ol' cursed farmhouse
WHAT: Five kidnaps a forest person, Alina joins in and they play 20 questions, Five loses his temper and yadda yadda it's a situation
WARNINGS: here be a hostage, possible violence(??), definite language... less so because Alina wanted to be a good cop so thank her
For someone who spent years (decades) working on an equation to bring him home, Five has surprisingly little patience. He's spent the last few hours pacing the room where he took the old man, his frustration growing by the second since he started to relent to the woman who inserted herself into the situation. Maybe he should feel lucky that it was only one, considering he decided to do this inside the farmhouse, but thankfully the rest of their merry band seemed to be preoccupied. He can't imagine how much slower this could possibly go if word spread to the others.
Alina insists on treating their guest with kindness, coaxing answers from him instead of letting him handle this on his own. It doesn't take long to escape him that he only seems to respond to her. And is that really surprising when he's restrained himself from appearing as the threat he is?
What they manage to pry out of him is deceptively vague, and only reaffirms some of his assumptions. Anurr's followers are essentially a cult of worshippers. They only seem to have hostility towards them because they've taken up residence in this old building, which is what they get for following Haltham. And the wolves and voices terrorizing them are simply the wind.
It's the mocking smirk that finally breaks him.
"Is that all?" His head jerks up from where he's been listening from the other side of the room, and he barks out a laugh as he breaks into a wide, incredulous smile. This asshole. Then he shakes his head and stares at the ceiling, feeling that building frustration boil over.
"This is waste of time," he tells her, pointing as he paces back to the man tied to the chair. It's with restraint that he doesn't grab him by the throat and throttle him right then and there. "He wants to be avenged so badly, let him! I'll grab a sword and we'll give them a reason."
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When he starts talking about spells and crystals he stays silent, mostly over the fact that the concept of magic is still foreign to him. Five's abilities are deeply rooted in logic, in complicated equations that he solves whenever he makes a spacial or temporal jump. What Fox does is in another language, and not knowing how it works bothers him more than the possibility that it could be a solution.
At one point he scoffs and shakes his head. All he can picture is a handful of shattering gems, and he scolds himself for getting too invested in the easy way out. His sister blew up the moon, they can't just throw something at the wall and see what sticks.
"We're not going to be testing the max power levels." If they get to that, they're already dead. He seems to realize that might be telling, so he follows it up with another question. "Who controls it? Does it work by proximity or is it something she'd have to consciously focus on?"
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"Her. But, she should be able to set it up in advance. I don't think it would be useful if anyone else had control over it - she's the one who can react the fastest. But I think - Well, I'd have to test it, but I think, for example, if she kept a low level anchor to it most of the time - like when she was talking, or humming, for example - that the link would keep even if she was no longer concentrating on it. But to be the most effective, she would have to focus - haha, sorry, pun not intended - focus on it directly."
He looked up and gave Five a shrug.
"This is all kind of new ground for me, and while I think the theory is solid, testing is the only way to verify its use. I don't think we'd need to do anything stronger than what she already does with her violin, though. Not when --" He paused, then gave Five a sympathetic wince. "I mean, with where we are, and our luck, there's a good chance that shit is going to go down whether we want it to or not. There are other power modulation techniques for spells, of course, but this is by far the safest mechanism for it, especially since as far as I understand, she can't cast magic herself." A pause, a frown, then a thoughtful raised eyebrow.
"Yet, anyway. I haven't been working on that with anyone other than Eleven, so far, but - I could try teaching you guys? You might not have it at home, but that doesn't mean you can't use magic here."
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Is that what this is? Finding something in common in someone? That doesn't seem right, but the more he goes on, the more interested Five is to know. The theory is simple when it just involves accepting that magic makes it happen, but he needs more than the dumbed down version when it involves his sister.
When he comes out and offers to teach them, he finds himself nodding.
"I'll talk to her." Apparently he's going to actually take this into consideration. It's risky, and he might regret it, but he's right. He can only shield his sister from so much and she doesn't have the time to figure this out on her own. So he huffs out a breath and tries to ignore that pit growing in his stomach.
"Don't start anything without me."