The Aspiring Archivist

I like the energy! 9.9999.../10

"Okay. That's still good to know, though. Anything else we want to talk about, or do we just wait for them to come and get us?"

While he waited for them to be found, TAAron decided to feel at the strange new energy within him. It was very apparent to him, but frustratingly difficult to interact with. Was it all just sealed off? He closed his eyes, concentrating. It felt like a spot of heat deep in his chest. After an uncertain amount of time, he... touched it. The heat began to spread through TAAron's veins, and then he could see. He hadn't opened his eyes, he was sure of it. He hadn't wanted to lose his newfound control over the energy of his fallen gods. And yet, his vision awoke, the landscape glassy and with a light cast as though seen through a crystal. Everything seemed in slow motion. TAAron found it difficult to think, and impossible to move. He simply reached out for something familiar, something that seemed right. There. The energy had touched that soul recently, though something about it had transformed. He seized onto it, opened his eyes, and spoke. "Is this... Calano?" @CalanoCorvus

A fondness for military aircraft is not something I particularly share, but something I can respect nonetheless. φ/π

"Okay, great. Allera, you're the only one we haven't talked about yet. Is there anything you're willing to share?" @Szeth_Pancakes

"And what could happen in that case?"

"Are... abnormal circumstances likely to emerge at any point?"

"Anything else?"

"I see. You know, Shim, we haven't heard much from you yet. How much can you do in your current form?" @Nameless*

"How far does the circle extend upwards or downwards?"

"How long, would you guess, until someone comes to get us for... whatever is next?"

Variance nodded. "You are more than you think you are." "Well, let's not be drawing anyone's blood just yet, okay?"

"We will. And... sharper?"

"It's a lot. But everything we know makes it easier to figure out how to get out of this. Which... we will."

"Ah. So it's a system of effects that are achieved by manipulating objects' relationships with each other via runes and sort of math."

"That's... interesting."

Variance handed her a small paperweight that was on a nearby table.

Variance produced one for her.

"I would ask for a demonstration, but this may not be the place."

"I'm sure they could eventually figure out how to do some tricks, assuming they got a hold of it. But the ability for a person to use Perception themself is very separate from manipulating an object designed to handle it. It's based on random chance and strange circumstances in the location where it originates. I don't even really understand it. Even then, if someone gained access to it, it wouldn't be all that powerful."

"Yes."

"My abilities are probably impossible for them to reasonably replicate. It's a case of pure probability, an indescribably low one at that. I can't even be sure that the process can occur in this universe. Which means... they'd probably want to use me directly."