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"I told you that you don't have to do that. I feel... fine." He wasn't very convincing.
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"Where are we going?"
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"What are you doing?"
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"It is merited. I've thought about this a lot, even if my mind has been... cursedly stagnant."
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"Who says I deserve better?" Variance's image fuzzed again, and this time, it changed. The blood was gone, and his clothing had changed from a cloak to a simple shirt and pants. Without the blood, his eyes were quite striking in their glowing violet. "See? I'm fine anyway."
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"Whatever you see fit. I am in your debt." "I told you, I can handle it. It just caught me off guard then."
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"I'm not sure what I am. But my human self was killed some time ago. If that could be done to me again, I imagine I wouldn't have been imprisoned, just executed." "It's hard to keep track of time, but I believe so."
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"I've been feeling pain for millions of years. I can handle it." "I'm already dead, remember?"
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"That seems like a low bar." He began twitching again, and gritted his teeth, trying firmly to keep it under control.
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"Why? What am I to you?"
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"I'm sure I'll be fine without their... treatment. I can weather whatever this curse entails." Variance did not sound very confident.
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"I wouldn't want to do anything that could put either of you in danger... Do you think it's safe to go meet with these people when we have someone with a bounty?"
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"I won't ask that of you. Besides, the magic involved in this is very... obscure." Variance lifted himself up, carefully. "If there's more to this than I first realized, I'm worried about what other elements there might be to this curse. I don't know if it's been long enough for that group of mine to dissolve..." @Channelknight Fadran @Szeth_Pancakes
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The spasming ceased, and Variance laid on the ground for a moment, breathing heavily. "That was... unexpected. Which isn't a good sign."
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Variance suddenly began spasming, staff dropping to the ground and scattering into little points of light. He coughed blood, and fell to the ground.
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Variance nodded. He rubbed his eyes, hand coming back stained red. "That's quite a lot of blood."
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"...Ah. I apologize. It was easier, and likely less painful than your head or stomach."
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"I don't see what you mean. You seemed fine with the other thing I did."
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"Yes. Normally, that would be the extent of it, but I can also do things like this." Ayia felt a strong shove on her chest, pushing her back.
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"There certainly is." Suddenly, Ayia's vision doubled, then shifted, as though she were severely dizzy.
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"I was a human being who gained access to a perception-based form of magic. It is ancient, primarily used for illusions. Uniquely, I gained the ability to manifest things with a much greater impact on reality, like this staff. I'm still not entirely sure how it works or what it is capable of. Anyway, now that I was killed, I am no longer human. I am not entirely sure what I am."
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"When I wish to." He spun it around in his hand. "I'm just seeing how much is coming back to me, and how fast."
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Meanwhile, in the corner, Variance formed a long staff out of violet light in his hand.
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"Ah." The light beneath Variance's skin also became a pulsing violet. They looked down at it, smiling slightly.
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"What's that noise?"
