two; voice; honesty flood means Thom has a nice ramble
There are many things that are new to me here. It has been almost a month and they still make no sense. The machines and the language people use are entirely foreign. It seems a strange afterlife, when I expected the Peaceful Realms and the hand of the Black God, to instead arrive in a ship larger than I have ever known filled with people who bicker about every little thing. Even stranger that the dead can be hurt and killed again in their undeath. It must be magic; what else could it be? There's much to be learned here.
If my Gift was replenished, I would use it to test people and objects, starting with this... journal. I have no idea how it works and it frustrates me. The manner in which it imitates scrying is truly fascinating. Then I would move on to the people who claim to have power. Perhaps the Admiral himself.
My Gift has started to return, by the way, as corrupted as ever. My skin is getting hot and the glow is getting brighter. It worries me-- I started the spells that could cleanse it when I still lived, but parts of my power were scattered to different people and I have no idea if I'll ever get it all back. If I don't, I am not sure I'll have the ability to complete the cleansing rituals. I also have no idea if it is possible to complete them by myself. That scares me because I rely on my Gift for so much. If I can't cleanse it, I may never be able to use it again and it has been my entire life. I don't know who I would be without it.
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I also miss Alanna more than I thought possible. You people are not enough. If she were here I would have someone to talk to.
[Private to Chromie]
My warden said I should speak to you, as I've been assigned a job in your library. Which I think is a little beneath me, though I am less likely to object because of the nature of this place. The lack of servants does bother me somewhat. However, I do think the library is fascinating.
[Private to Molly Carpenter]
I am attempting to make this private to you, warden, as I wish to keep this knowledge entirely to myself. I hope it works. I'm sure you know that I like to know things that others don't. Other inmates seem to find it upsetting that their wardens have a file containing their life story, but I'm quite used to having my business known. I only worry that it has given you information on my feelings, as I like to keep them to myself. In fact, I like to think I hardly have any. Anyway, keeping this between us seems like the best idea, as you seem good-natured thus far, though I still doubt your power and your capacity for "redeeming" me. I doubt my need for redemption. I also think your hair color is incredibly odd.
However: it seems the god Admiral has decided we inmates should be privy to the same level of knowledge about our keepers as they have about us. A file with your name on it appeared in my chambers this morning; it makes very interesting reading. Very enthralling. Harry Dresden sounds like he was quite a man.
[ooc: Posting and running, sorry guys. Just wanted to get this out while I was thinking of it. Replies will happen... sometime later?]
If my Gift was replenished, I would use it to test people and objects, starting with this... journal. I have no idea how it works and it frustrates me. The manner in which it imitates scrying is truly fascinating. Then I would move on to the people who claim to have power. Perhaps the Admiral himself.
My Gift has started to return, by the way, as corrupted as ever. My skin is getting hot and the glow is getting brighter. It worries me-- I started the spells that could cleanse it when I still lived, but parts of my power were scattered to different people and I have no idea if I'll ever get it all back. If I don't, I am not sure I'll have the ability to complete the cleansing rituals. I also have no idea if it is possible to complete them by myself. That scares me because I rely on my Gift for so much. If I can't cleanse it, I may never be able to use it again and it has been my entire life. I don't know who I would be without it.
...
I also miss Alanna more than I thought possible. You people are not enough. If she were here I would have someone to talk to.
[Private to Chromie]
My warden said I should speak to you, as I've been assigned a job in your library. Which I think is a little beneath me, though I am less likely to object because of the nature of this place. The lack of servants does bother me somewhat. However, I do think the library is fascinating.
[Private to Molly Carpenter]
I am attempting to make this private to you, warden, as I wish to keep this knowledge entirely to myself. I hope it works. I'm sure you know that I like to know things that others don't. Other inmates seem to find it upsetting that their wardens have a file containing their life story, but I'm quite used to having my business known. I only worry that it has given you information on my feelings, as I like to keep them to myself. In fact, I like to think I hardly have any. Anyway, keeping this between us seems like the best idea, as you seem good-natured thus far, though I still doubt your power and your capacity for "redeeming" me. I doubt my need for redemption. I also think your hair color is incredibly odd.
However: it seems the god Admiral has decided we inmates should be privy to the same level of knowledge about our keepers as they have about us. A file with your name on it appeared in my chambers this morning; it makes very interesting reading. Very enthralling. Harry Dresden sounds like he was quite a man.
[ooc: Posting and running, sorry guys. Just wanted to get this out while I was thinking of it. Replies will happen... sometime later?]