Bad things, and worse things
Sunday, 22 June 2014 23:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipI was too wounded to move much from my new den - I’m still nursing injuries from two fights - but the fact the Great Hunt had something to do with the Nothing was pretty worrisome. I need to take actions to find this stuff, and work out where this eater is. I need to take the mage into my plan. But that means showing him the Nothing. And that means inviting him over, in my current state. To where I have all my collection. I was pretty nervous about it - I haven’t even showed some of my tribemates some of the things I have, and there’s no real way to keep it secret from him. But the worst - the Ancestor Mirror - is gone.
I just have to trust him enough not to steal Light’s Gift, and a small avalanche of artifacts and bits of magics I’ve collected over the years. And not be freaked out by the scar weapons…
He came by later, pretty quickly, thanks to the directions I gave him. At first he seemed more interested in the cave itself, guessing correctly how it was made. He seemed to think we were building in opposite directions (Him up, me down), but I told him that it was the Yoda hut that inspired me, and I wasn’t done.
He confirmed that it was him who tried to prompt me to get the collars (I’ll write that off as innocent), and I showed him the Nothing I had bottled. He took a while to examine it. His first words were the same as my first impression - slippery. Interesting choice of words. Investigating it seemed to take him far too long, and caused him discomfort. I was tempted to intervene, before he finished a few moments later. He compared it to anti-matter: it ate the matter, it ate the spirit, it eats the energy, and it even eats the time around it. I told him I didn’t believe in anti-matter (I’ve never met an anti-elemental), but he seemed married to the white science lies. It’s irrelevant, because it’s not actually anti-matter (which doesn’t exist, anyhow).
I asked him if he could find more, now that he had sensed it. He seemed to think so - good! A start.
The collar, when he investigated them, had an interesting but predictable history: It didn’t go on willingly. He added that the non-spirits had unusual thoughts, consumed with few, base thoughts. I told him about the one they were performing the ritual on, and the mind magic around it, and I told him a little about the Nothing, though not too much - I don’t know how much of that to keep secret, yet. Consumption and anger seemed to be what united everything, thematically.
After this, the mage changed topics to tell me that he had been let into the caern (uh?) and did some meditation, looking into the future to see the next attack. Something, he said, blocked his attempts to scry. Something qlipphothic. Nephandi.
Shit. Shit.
Shit shit shit.
I nearly freaked out. The things that were done to me in my mind… no. Not going through that again. No.
It was painfully obvious that I was losing it, and Tail-Eater changed the topic urgently to ask me about some of the things in the cave. He’d noticed the amount of magic at work in the place, and was curious (and didn’t want to talk about the nephandi anymore). I showed him a few of the nicer things (and said nothing about most other things) before sending him on his way with the Nothing and the collar.
That night, I felt some of the dreams about the Nephandi start to creep into my memory. I grabbed the turquoise and rubbed it until I could get those thoughts out of my head. Like the rock’d do anything.
I feel helpless.
Shit.
I just have to trust him enough not to steal Light’s Gift, and a small avalanche of artifacts and bits of magics I’ve collected over the years. And not be freaked out by the scar weapons…
He came by later, pretty quickly, thanks to the directions I gave him. At first he seemed more interested in the cave itself, guessing correctly how it was made. He seemed to think we were building in opposite directions (Him up, me down), but I told him that it was the Yoda hut that inspired me, and I wasn’t done.
He confirmed that it was him who tried to prompt me to get the collars (I’ll write that off as innocent), and I showed him the Nothing I had bottled. He took a while to examine it. His first words were the same as my first impression - slippery. Interesting choice of words. Investigating it seemed to take him far too long, and caused him discomfort. I was tempted to intervene, before he finished a few moments later. He compared it to anti-matter: it ate the matter, it ate the spirit, it eats the energy, and it even eats the time around it. I told him I didn’t believe in anti-matter (I’ve never met an anti-elemental), but he seemed married to the white science lies. It’s irrelevant, because it’s not actually anti-matter (which doesn’t exist, anyhow).
I asked him if he could find more, now that he had sensed it. He seemed to think so - good! A start.
The collar, when he investigated them, had an interesting but predictable history: It didn’t go on willingly. He added that the non-spirits had unusual thoughts, consumed with few, base thoughts. I told him about the one they were performing the ritual on, and the mind magic around it, and I told him a little about the Nothing, though not too much - I don’t know how much of that to keep secret, yet. Consumption and anger seemed to be what united everything, thematically.
After this, the mage changed topics to tell me that he had been let into the caern (uh?) and did some meditation, looking into the future to see the next attack. Something, he said, blocked his attempts to scry. Something qlipphothic. Nephandi.
Shit. Shit.
Shit shit shit.
I nearly freaked out. The things that were done to me in my mind… no. Not going through that again. No.
It was painfully obvious that I was losing it, and Tail-Eater changed the topic urgently to ask me about some of the things in the cave. He’d noticed the amount of magic at work in the place, and was curious (and didn’t want to talk about the nephandi anymore). I showed him a few of the nicer things (and said nothing about most other things) before sending him on his way with the Nothing and the collar.
That night, I felt some of the dreams about the Nephandi start to creep into my memory. I grabbed the turquoise and rubbed it until I could get those thoughts out of my head. Like the rock’d do anything.
I feel helpless.
Shit.
