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epidemiology2016-06-21 09:25 pm
ex_adept136) wrote in epidemiology2016-06-21 09:25 pm
(open) A little sincerity is a dangerous thing
CHARACTERS: Haise Sasaki pursuit and anybody.
DATE: Shortly after returning to Oska after staying behind in Nalawi.
WARNINGS: None, but will update if needed.
SUMMARY: Taking in the scenery.
Library
[Books had been a large part of Haise's life in all his brief recollection. It had begun with Arima bringing him books back when he was known only as the number 240. The literature he brought him somehow all struck his interest, and he absorbed both stories and reference information like a sponge, having nothing but blank walls and a stiff cot in his tiny world.
While this had changed when he became Haise Sasaki, and the world had become broader, his interest in books had never died. When he was in doubt, when he needed to know something - he referred to printed word, anytime he could.
And this doesn't appear to have changed at all, as Haise finds his way to Oska's library. He takes in the towering shelves with wide, curious grey eyes, a look one might expect from a child first setting eyes on a theme park. It doesn't take him long to veer right toward those shelves and pick out several titles...and then several more...
Eventually he's stationed at a table and ringed by small piles of books. All these magical matters are completely foreign to him, and Haise is quite invested in studying up and changing that]
Training Room
[Anyone passing by the training room might hear a sharp thump or thud in passing. It's loud enough that something of reasonable size must've hit one of the walls. And that something, upon inspection, would happen to be Haise Sasaki.
After some dabbling he's figured out that he can get customized opponents and terrain, and the scenery looks like a half-wrecked industrial building interior at this stage, broken concrete and shattered windows to suit. His opponent is naturally the same sort of purple figure those more familiar with the training room are liable to recognize, with the difference of a few bonus appendages, and the ability to move along walls at an alarming speed.
Something it demonstrates as it closes distance, seizes Haise by a leg, and slings him across the room again. It begs the question of whether he got an opponent tailored to his own abilities or something that's gone a little bit over his head]
Hot Springs
[After a long day of studying and getting thrown around by what are presumably holograms, Haise thinks to relax. Since returning from Nalawi he's heard about the hot springs, and being just a touch sore he makes the trek up there to loosen up his muscles some. It seems like a good way to conclude the day, especially since he's intent on keeping up a consistent training regimen.
Maybe one a little more carefully structured, he thinks, as the hike is fairly draining on his already low reserves. But he makes it to the artificially created springs soon enough, puffing out a sigh of quiet relief once it's within sight.
He keeps moving until he gets there, a towel slung over his shoulder for propriety's sake...although he's not sure where to change. That thought's set aside when he gets a better look at the water, sparing a moment simply to take in the scenery]
Such a nice view...
[The world seems so small and broken, but places like this certainly are lovely]
pursuit and anybody.DATE: Shortly after returning to Oska after staying behind in Nalawi.
WARNINGS: None, but will update if needed.
SUMMARY: Taking in the scenery.
Library
[Books had been a large part of Haise's life in all his brief recollection. It had begun with Arima bringing him books back when he was known only as the number 240. The literature he brought him somehow all struck his interest, and he absorbed both stories and reference information like a sponge, having nothing but blank walls and a stiff cot in his tiny world.
While this had changed when he became Haise Sasaki, and the world had become broader, his interest in books had never died. When he was in doubt, when he needed to know something - he referred to printed word, anytime he could.
And this doesn't appear to have changed at all, as Haise finds his way to Oska's library. He takes in the towering shelves with wide, curious grey eyes, a look one might expect from a child first setting eyes on a theme park. It doesn't take him long to veer right toward those shelves and pick out several titles...and then several more...
Eventually he's stationed at a table and ringed by small piles of books. All these magical matters are completely foreign to him, and Haise is quite invested in studying up and changing that]
Training Room
[Anyone passing by the training room might hear a sharp thump or thud in passing. It's loud enough that something of reasonable size must've hit one of the walls. And that something, upon inspection, would happen to be Haise Sasaki.
After some dabbling he's figured out that he can get customized opponents and terrain, and the scenery looks like a half-wrecked industrial building interior at this stage, broken concrete and shattered windows to suit. His opponent is naturally the same sort of purple figure those more familiar with the training room are liable to recognize, with the difference of a few bonus appendages, and the ability to move along walls at an alarming speed.
Something it demonstrates as it closes distance, seizes Haise by a leg, and slings him across the room again. It begs the question of whether he got an opponent tailored to his own abilities or something that's gone a little bit over his head]
Hot Springs
[After a long day of studying and getting thrown around by what are presumably holograms, Haise thinks to relax. Since returning from Nalawi he's heard about the hot springs, and being just a touch sore he makes the trek up there to loosen up his muscles some. It seems like a good way to conclude the day, especially since he's intent on keeping up a consistent training regimen.
Maybe one a little more carefully structured, he thinks, as the hike is fairly draining on his already low reserves. But he makes it to the artificially created springs soon enough, puffing out a sigh of quiet relief once it's within sight.
He keeps moving until he gets there, a towel slung over his shoulder for propriety's sake...although he's not sure where to change. That thought's set aside when he gets a better look at the water, sparing a moment simply to take in the scenery]
Such a nice view...
[The world seems so small and broken, but places like this certainly are lovely]
Library
So she could be less of a burden. Able to help more people. Walk on her own.
It wasn't like she could keep what she'd did from those she knew, either, though she didn't exactly feel comfortable sharing the full reasons, the emotional roller coaster ride she had and still battled with regarding what she'd done. But some people were mercifully respectful of her privacy, and some were helpful, and Haise had agreed to take her to the library. It required far more careful handling than ever- even a jostle of her feet, bandaged and splint tightly, smelling of balms and sharp-scented numbing agents, was painful, but the chairs in the library were big enough that she didn't touch the floor, sinking back into the cushions with Potionmaking Traditions of the Farjyn Witches open in her lap, her own notes scribbled in shorthand German on the arm of the chair, occasionally looking up to see what her company was doing.]
What do you hope to glean from that one?
[He seemed quite intent on it, and she couldn't see the cover or title from where she sat.]
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Of course, peripherally, he was quite aware of Sieglinde. He could smell her, just as he could any human, and the finer details varied from one individual to the next. She often smelled of medicines, or the ingredients she worked with. For the time being, the ointments on her feet overpowered much else, an acrid medicinal odor that honestly burned his nose and made his eyes sting - not that he'd admit it.
It was something Haise was determined to get used to, and it had almost faded from his awareness when Sieglinde addressed him. He straightened then, blinking himself out of his cloud of focused poring over text, and glanced in her direction]
I wanted to look into how magic works...but I have the growing impression it's not exactly uniform.
[And here he really wanted a grasp of what he ought to expect, going forward]
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But she couldn't help it. Maybe neither could Haise. At the answer, though, the small witch gave a dramatic sigh, slumping back into her chair.]
It is possibly the most un-uniform thing I have ever encountered!
[Not even an exaggeration, that. Ever since ALASTAIR had gifted her the ability to learn magic despite the differences in worlds she has been struggling to decipher exactly how things were done, but with each world differing as it did... Rin's magic couldn't be cast like Laedo's, or Magnus' like Aqua's...]
Some people draw from an innate source, but some from the blood and some from a more intrinsic energy, and others draw from around themselves, and some channel it through objects and others by verbal command triggers-
[She threw up her hands a bit helplessly, but for all that it sounded like she was complaining... It was fascinating.]
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He puffed out a sigh, glancing down at the text for a moment. Though there seemed to be some common threads, so much was different he doubted there was any hope for universal application...
A shame, since it meant with each new world he couldn't readily meet the circumstances where such things were concerned. After their first mission, and after that presentation on ALASTAIR's history, it seemed to him such esoteric concepts were going to be a prevailing factor]
The more I read, the more complicated it seems to get...
[Which was, admittedly, new for him. His attention lingered on a collection of words for a few moments longer before he turned to regard Sieglinde again]
Have you found anything to be particularly common between different types?
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[That was a difficult question to answer with someone who wasn't a magic user themselves, or someone like her, who may not have had true magic most of her life, but had been raised to think she had, studying since she could walk.]
There are similarities between some... perhaps you could describe it as "disciplined" and "undisciplined" magics?
[She waved a hand as she thought of how to phrase it, gesturing in the air.]
Those spells that rely on ritual to cast, runes, or verbal triggers... and those who cast their spells using only willpower or emotional fuel?
[Did that make sense?]
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[That did seem to be about as broad as one could make the categories, when Sieglinde put it in those terms. All of it was abstract to someone like him, who had no such powers or abilities. Everything he was capable of could be explained by his biology, or quite close to it.
Science had changed the nature of that biology, of course, but nevertheless that wasn't anything like the magic he'd seen since joining ALASTAIR]
I wonder whether one would be stronger than the other, given the nature of their differences.
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[This was actually one of the first opportunities she'd had to discuss her theories on the nature of magic as a whole as opposed to simply listening to someone explain how magic in their world worked, so she was sort of glad to have Haise there as a sounding board of sorts. She had endeared herself to several magic users and was attempting to learn from them... But connecting it all-]
I would hazard the guess that in general, the undisciplined techniques are more so when it comes to raw power, but only when you consider how much a single person is capable of. Disciplined magic seems capable of far more complex spells, and also allows for group casting...
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[It was an interesting distinction between types of magical ability. From the sounds of it, one was a burst of raw force that was individually stronger, but another could be coordinated with others and then probably be stronger for the numbers. An individual fighter as compared with a squad or unit, then?
At least in theory. There was also the need for multiple parties with the same capabilities present]
In that case...which would you consider more advantageous? Provided an individual were able to choose which to work with, or one was looking at a situation where two types were set against one another.
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[And even though her magic spells had been only science in the end, she'd been raised considering them magic, which made ritual forms of magic easier for her to grasp by far than the more instant driven sorts.]
If it were a battle though, against another magic user... The undisciplined style may have the advantage...
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[And so, an answer based on personal preference and experience made plenty of sense to him, and was all Haise could really ask for. With something he knew so little about, Sieglinde's perspective was invaluable - he wasn't sure who else he could comfortably ask about some things, uninitiated as he was.
Though this did make him wonder whether Laedo's magic was inherent ability or something that fell under that disciplined category]
It does seem like there's something to be said for raw, individual strength... Though I think for my part, I'd rather be able to effectively work with others. [And that thought comes with a small, bashful smile] Not that I've got even a thimbleful of that kind of ability in me.
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[Sieglinde tapped the edge of her book with her quill, lips pursed thoughtfully.]
Many a person has joined ALASTAIR's ranks only to later be gifted with some magical spell- most I've encountered have been basic healing spells, but. They arrive in the form of a scroll and do not require a spell to be cast, merely the will. Some of my disciples are such people.
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Is that to say they don't need any innate ability?
[Haise had to imagine that someone needed a certain aptitude for magic that wasn't somehow packed into scroll form... Though perhaps that too was a product of his limited knowledge of the subject]
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[She'd begun herself, that way.]
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[It was all new and curious to him, but he did wonder if it was the sort of thing people could learn and gain skill in through some means or required some kind of natural ability.
He has been rather accustomed to certain abilities being either simulated or compensated for through various means - his own squad was an answer to ghouls having been the only ones capable of using a kagune, and quinque had been the response before that]
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[That she was pretty clear about, shaking her head a bit.]
The experience could be of use if one were to somehow gain the ability to cast magic of their own later, but. They are not connected.
[Though she's telling her own story, she speaks as if it isn't.]
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[At least that was the impression the tenor of their conversation had given him, not to mention what he'd picked out of books.
There might've been ways to force such ability, but rather like the Quinx surgery, Haise doubted he'd have much taste for it. Often such measures came with their own risks]
Where I come from, we had innovations of our own to make up for lacking capabilities... So it seems to be a similar principle.
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[Sieglinde leaned her cheek against the heel of her palm, pursing her lips in thought.]
Do you want magic for yourself?
[She supposed she couldn't blame a person for such things at all.]
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I think I'd always be more of a physical combatant, even if I could...
[Though, he supposed if there was one thing-]
But if I can, maybe I could pick up a healing scroll someday, in case someone ever needs a hand.
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[She had heard of people wishing for things and receiving them, as well as those who simply received things out of the blue.]
Anyone with a healing spell is useful to keep work off my hands, so I am in favor.
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[A curious thing, bot sure. Haise hadn't known what exactly to take from that, aside an understanding of this organization being far less structured than his own was, by all appearances.
He was fairly convinced the actuality was much the same as his initial impression]
But I'll see what I can find out. I'm always happy to make things a little easier on you.
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[She tapped the emerald studded cuff at her ear, the form her magitek device took... but she definitely couldn't reassure him as to those people's actual ability to be sensible.]
I shall look forward to your efforts, should you acquire them.
[But until then... she's going to get her nose back in her book.]
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[Which on one level makes sense, however... It still left him with doubts about command structure.
And though he wasn't particularly keen to interrupt, he had one other question since they were on a related subject]
Are there many spells that are focused on objects, so far as you know? Now that we've talked about it, I feel like I saw something about it before.
[Naturally cue for him to sift through the books arrayed around him]
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At the question, though, she peeked over the top of her book, cocking her head.]
To enchant them, you mean?
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[A pause as he wondered if he was expressing it the right way]
Objects that people have to use, to cast a spell? That sort of thing.
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[She moved her book, moving her head her to look about the library.
Where had that section been...]
Wands and scrying tools and the like, yes?
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