Channelknight Fadran
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Janice nods and gets to her feet. Janice keeps her hood low as she walks off the boat and follows the others. She's careful to hide her Traces.
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Channelknight Fadran replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Scud... I won by default. Ark, this is all your fault. -
the fellowship of the thing The Mishmash Inn (Retired)
Channelknight Fadran replied to Channelknight Fadran's topic in Roleplaying
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the fellowship of the thing The Mishmash Inn (Retired)
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"They're not... voices. They're just hissing whispers. They get louder when--when--" her voice broke.
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Fadran holds out a hand for T to wait. "Barging in would scarcely help the situation here." He does, however, speak to Queen through his Bond to her. Queen? Is everything going alright? @DramaQueen
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Rosharan orchard callout sheet
Channelknight Fadran commented on Koloss's gallery image in Stormlight Archive Art
Scudding McScudface! I'm out of rep! I'll like it tomorrow. -
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Janice nods. "Alright."
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"My focus has been away from blood status and magic and more towards wands, souls, and a magic, though. Wands and souls, mainly. See... I have a theory... a very far-fetched theory..." Terra dropped her voice to a whisper, "I think... I think it might be possible to bring back the dead."
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"Those are..." Terra chuckled, "really good questions. I have no idea."
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"The... composition of your soul?" Terra frowned. "I haven't thought of that. I don't... think it's hereditary. I think your soul transcends your genes."
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"It was four years ago... I had only been hearing the Whispers for a few months, but I hadn't exactly... broken. They were in my head, but I was still perfectly fine, at least physically. I had doctors and physicians to try and help, but there was nothing they could do about the voices in my head. One night... a group of Yevon attacked my village. My parents tried to get me out, but there was nowhere we could go. Then the Whispers started... not whispering. They were talking. They were yelling, even. They were telling me to join the Yevon and kill my parents... they wanted me to kill my parents. "I wanted to say no... I did say no, but they were relentless." Janice hugged her knees closer. "When I said no for the thousandth time, they... they fought back." Janice pulled up her right sleeve, revealing a lattice of Traces. She ran her finger along one that ran up her arm. "That's when I first got this. It burned... it burned so badly. I... there nothing I could do to stop the pain. I was screaming and flailing; I was a mess. I remember the Whispers ordering me to give in and join the Yevon. They promised to take the pain away, and I almost did! I almost killed my family to stop the pain." She pulled her hood lower. "It didn't matter, in the end. I blacked out out from the pain, and... and I woke up in a crater where my village had once been. My arm was covered with these." She gestured to her Traces. "I had destroyed the entire village... and I've been running away ever since."
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"Well... I'll just give you the main points. These are the main points." She started gesturing to a few large pieces of paper that had been tacked to the middle of the billboard. Lots of tiny pieces of string connected them to the surrounding smaller bits. "First, some people are born more magical than others. Wizards and witches, obviously, can cast magic. Squibs can't, but they can see dementors, magical protections, and the like. Muggles can't see dementors or even Hogwarts. What this means is that some people are more magical than other people. "Wands," Terra continued, pointing to another piece of paper, "are key to my theory. They choose their owner, not the other way around. They can switch owners as they deem fit depending on their temperament. You have a wand with Slightly Springy Flexibility, which means that there's a small chance that it'd switch owners if some occasion permitted it a better-fitting master--with luck, that would never happen. Wands are unique in their magical properties, as any number of items can channel magic--brooms, potions, paintings--but nothing channels magic as directly or as individually as a wand. Its magical capabilities are directly tied to its owner, which leads me to my last and most important point." She pointed to a piece of paper in the middle. "The soul. Everybody has one, but it's finicky. You can tamper with it; cut it up, even lose it entirely. Your soul is your identity; your individuality. Without it, we're just empty husks." She gestured around the whole board. "It's my theory that it's your soul that grants you your magical strength, and it's why you only have one true wand. Your soul determines whether or not you're magic; not your blood. Your soul is everything. It is key." Terra sat down. "And yet I haven't figured it out entirely yet."
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Janice looked down. "I... I almost gave in once."
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Terra takes the billboard out of her pocket and resizes it with a quick engorgio. It grows to the size of one of the portraits guarding the house common rooms. "These," Terra grunts, "are all my notes."
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Terra retreats into her dorm, taking a massive billboard off her wall. She shrunk it so that it could fit in her pocket, then made her way back down to the common room.
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Janice faced Torao. "I'm... I'm so sorry."
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"Yeah, sure. Why don't I go grab it?"
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"You've... you've what?"
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Janice hugs Jay. "Thank you so much!"
