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sistershoggoth) wrote2017-03-25 02:45 pm
sistershoggoth) wrote2017-03-25 02:45 pm
S72 | mental link
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TELEPATHY PERMISSIONS
| Annie is a lot of things. She is not entirely just a human, her consciousness is also the consciousness of an alien planet: where she is life and death, growth and decay, all of nature and the ocean and all of the things that survive in those places. She's every rock down to its individual atoms. A casual observer is unlikely to get that far in their understanding of her, but those who get closest to her and end up sharing dreams with her will have a chance to understand this granularity of her other-ness. At a further distance, the inside of Annie feels very expansive, a large and lightless space which observes. There is always a sense like she is getting closer to you, a subtle invasion of privacy, space, autonomy. She doesn't do this on purpose, it's just what's in her. There's definitely a sense that she could swallow or drown you, in herself. The big black emptiness she feels inside is rarely in line with what she's presenting externally, it's very dissonant. It's worse when she's actively analyzing you. Better when she's totally dismissive of your existence. This is what lurks in the depths of Annie, but her human side is there. Her humanity is strained by the enormity of what she is secondarily aware of. She's not entirely sane, nor stable. Her mind is extremely active, and her imagination particularly vivid. She comes with a great deal of noise and color, which is a total smokescreen for keeping the more otherworldly aspects of herself in the periphery. This only kind of works, her other nature tends to expose itself regardless and her mental voice is not merely one voice, but all those voices coming together, which gives them a warbling, underwater like quality. She's a recovering, and often relapsed, addict and alcoholic. She is always trying not to feel something, and always wishing to not really be herself. The noise and color also tries to cover up this, she is always trying to ignore her own strain: pain, anxiety, sorrow. When she is drinking, much of the sensory onslaught of her is muted, a way of clouding herself: a murky swamp that she wallows in. When she is using... everything is amplified and she is particularly sprawling and out of control. |
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[ Her arrogance might be unwarranted. She doesn't know what kind of powers any of these other hosts might have, and she didn't have any to her name, not anymore. But that unknown is the same as it has always been. No one was a better fighter than her in that school. More importantly, no one who enjoyed it more. ]
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[He wouldn't know one way or another, not really, unless they actually tested this out someday. Still, he feels the need to point out something:]
My magic might give me a little bit of an advantage, don't you think? You'd have problems even connecting a hit.
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[ She answers placidly. Excitement drums under her words. She doesn't want to talk about it. She wants to do. ]
It'd be fine.
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[That is said with the hint of a teasing challenge. A good natured prodding, a spark to start the fire.] Can you fight with swords?
[Not just swords. Everything from his armiger flashes through his mind to share with her. Longswords, greatswords, shields, daggers, crossbows, even the flickering image of a firearm proper.]
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[ She supposes it will have to be a future date, what with their busy lives as game show contestants.... ]
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Yup. [He wonders if there were swords on the station; he'll have to check next time he's there.] You can even borrow one of mine if you need to.
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Deal.