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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]
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[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]
no subject
At the question, though, she peeked over the top of her book, cocking her head.]
To enchant them, you mean?
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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?
no subject
[Wands and scrying tools though, that sounded like the sort of thing that wouldn't be dissimilar. He wasn't sure whether those objects themselves contained spells of some stripe, or were simply necessary in order to complete certain spells, but...well.
It was all new and curious to him]
I'm guessing those people with innate abilities are the ones who don't use anything?
no subject
[It was admittedly something she'd studied a bit, and she got to thinking, leaning back into the chair cushion.]
There are also items that have been given power previously, either by the mage using them or another... runestones, power gems, the like...
[How to categorize these...]
And some are just tools used to give form to a spell... like a crystal ball, a scrying pool...
no subject
[Haise glanced at the books arrayed in front of him again as he considered that notion. Objects that acted as conduits or objects that somehow stored power...were those the main groups?
Perhaps, while he was asking so many things, it might not hurt to inquire after that as well]
Would you say some channel that energy, and others contain or store it?
no subject
[Things could be split in a number of ways, but perhaps those two categories ought to be three... After all, there were items that could be used even by people with no magic to certain effects...]
no subject
[Ones that were self-contained, and ones that might need to be acted on or exposed to some kind of magic, from the sounds of it. All of this seemed rather complicated, coming from the sort of world he'd lived in...
Yet it seemed best to understand this]
I wonder if there's a way to discern which is which, before handling them.
no subject
Well, one would likely need to have a sort of magical sense to be able to do so, but...
[She was content to ramble on and keep the discussion going, easily forgetting time and other concerns... at least while in the comforting stacks of the Oska library.]