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✘ Round 9 | [Audio]
Greetings, residents of this city-prison. Now that we have been transported to a new land, an environment that I imagine must be significantly harsher for most of you, I feel that it now may be a pertinent time to make an offer.
I am not bothered by this climate; in fact, I thrive in it. [He's not going to switch on the video and show why; even after years of being stuck here, Glacius is still wary about how and to whom he reveals himself.] So, I am offering my services as a hunter and forager to those that may be worried about their abilities to provide for themselves in the long-term. There is wildlife here that can be hunted for their meat, pelt, and parts; I can procure and deliver such items to you, should you need them. I estimate that I could feed a handful of you every couple of days without risking overhunting; I am capable of providing more, and every day at that, but we do not want to abuse and deplete what resources are naturally available to us. [Every hunter should know how to respect the lands, after all—especially when they do not have not-so-benevolent god-beings to magically manifest things for them. Glacius has always tried to remain self-sufficient from them wherever possible; now it is time to help others do the same.]
So ask of me if you have need, and I will manage the logistics of providing as much I can without overhunting. I already hunt for my partner and I and regularly patrol to be sure that no threats prowl too close to us, so this is not far out of my way.
[He seems like he might leave it at that, but after a moment he adds on:] Ah, and as far as plants go... they exist, as I imagine most of you know by now, but they are sparse. I have managed to absorb nutrients from some of them, but you are likely better relying on the orchards and perhaps the gardens should you make an arrangement with their owners. I have also determined that water is available deep under the ice of frozen bodies of water, but I am not certain whether or not it needs to be purified to be safe for your consumption.
So these are my findings and my offers. Rest assured, we can survive just fine without the absence of the gods, and I will do what I can to make it so.
I am not bothered by this climate; in fact, I thrive in it. [He's not going to switch on the video and show why; even after years of being stuck here, Glacius is still wary about how and to whom he reveals himself.] So, I am offering my services as a hunter and forager to those that may be worried about their abilities to provide for themselves in the long-term. There is wildlife here that can be hunted for their meat, pelt, and parts; I can procure and deliver such items to you, should you need them. I estimate that I could feed a handful of you every couple of days without risking overhunting; I am capable of providing more, and every day at that, but we do not want to abuse and deplete what resources are naturally available to us. [Every hunter should know how to respect the lands, after all—especially when they do not have not-so-benevolent god-beings to magically manifest things for them. Glacius has always tried to remain self-sufficient from them wherever possible; now it is time to help others do the same.]
So ask of me if you have need, and I will manage the logistics of providing as much I can without overhunting. I already hunt for my partner and I and regularly patrol to be sure that no threats prowl too close to us, so this is not far out of my way.
[He seems like he might leave it at that, but after a moment he adds on:] Ah, and as far as plants go... they exist, as I imagine most of you know by now, but they are sparse. I have managed to absorb nutrients from some of them, but you are likely better relying on the orchards and perhaps the gardens should you make an arrangement with their owners. I have also determined that water is available deep under the ice of frozen bodies of water, but I am not certain whether or not it needs to be purified to be safe for your consumption.
So these are my findings and my offers. Rest assured, we can survive just fine without the absence of the gods, and I will do what I can to make it so.
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[She's said that she's alright so he's trying not to overwhelm her with worried questioning, but it's hard not to fear that the damage might last, somehow. He just wants the family that he's made here to be safe and well; the thought that her work might have left her hurting or disabled in the long run is indeed worrying.]
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Ugh, that ringing in her head was a bitch. )
The Door. ( The whole thing. And then she pauses, lips pursed and fingers weaving together as she tries to explain the difference. ) Like that, but worse. ( There is, after all, no point in sugar coating that. ) It happens when someone drains their powers and keeps going.
( Or, perhaps, something powerful attacks them. She had trouble telling exactly what happened during those few seconds. ) Body's got nothing else to use, so it starts eating the cells in the veins of the power system. ( It isn't pleasant in any way, but at least Kate did it for a proper reason, and not simply to pull off an impressive trick she wasn't capable of, like many of those she's treated for it back home. )
Was temporary. Just painful.
( It's true, for her, but she clips off the sentence quickly, with a pang of guilt that gets pushed back. It wouldn't be without Hope's help, but that fact is something she'd rather avoid discussing right now. )
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So then, his burning curiosity about the Door can wait. This is so much more important. The ice alien wrings his hands as Kate's words rake over old scabs, remnants of emotional wounds that haven't fully healed.] Because what you are describing... it sounds a lot like what triggered Carlisle's rapid decline. Continuing to use one's powers even after their depletion, draining themselves down to a nothing that cannot fully be recovered from...
[He knows that Kate's circumstances are somewhat different from his partner's; she doesn't have a tear in her soul, or at least, not that he's seen. But after being so close to the cleric as he withered, and moreover seeing Carlisle come so close to nothingness... it is hard not to be afraid of that outcome.]
oh my god don't give me bad ideas ano
There's that guilt, stabbing her again. The conversation with Carlisle before she touched The Door was a bad enough experience, but in the aftermath, having to be reminded of everything they fought to save him from... It stings, and she wonders once more what — if anything — she managed to do to The Door by doing that. )
Yes. ( But there is that. ) Forgetting I can see my own powers. ( Sense them too, if she concentrates, feel the sensation of them flowing around her body, like any Superhuman. ) If there were something wrong, I'd know.
( She clears her throat and nods at the wilderness outside the city. )
Want me to prove it?
>>;
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Kate nods and takes a breath, and her power flows to her fingers in an instant, warm and almost glowing under her skin in the same way her eyes do. She immediately presses fingertips against Glacius' side, the warmth of the abilities mingling with the cold of his, sending goosebumps up her arm. But the power boost is there, bright and obvious, as though shaking away the smallest kinks and bumps in his own.
When she pulls back, she looks the same as ever, no coughing, no ink or blood flowing free, and the softest look of satisfaction on her face. That boost will probably last him a while yet. )
Nothing feels off.
( The drain is there as always, like she's sprinted at full speed, but that only means it's working as intended. )
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It all seems to settle it in the alien's mind. He smiles to Kate, relief and appreciation clear on his face, and nods.] You are right. I could not detect anything either; in fact, I feel... good. You feel good. I'm glad. [He will still keep an eye on her, of course, but that is not too much different from how he would act normally.
Now feeling a bit better about the situation, he finally allows his attention to shift.] Is it permissible for me to ask about the Door now?
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What d'ya wanna know?
( Unfortunately, Kate already knows that there's not so much she can really say. She can explain what they did and what it's like, but the effects of their experimentation is still something of an unknown quantity to her. It managed to transport them to another planet, but not the gods. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? What does it mean for the possibility of returning home? )
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[The way Glacius trails off suggests that he has plenty more questions he could ask, but has chosen to exercise some self-restraint so that Kate can get a word in. This Door is clearly something he has put a lot of focus on, and is intensely interested in; it seems he would devour any scrap of information she could give him in this regard.]
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Were a floating sphere. ( With the components of itself they picked up from the islands and a whole load of power. ) Being around it... It fucks with your head. Makes you hear things. Stuff like that.
( The taste of blood in her mouth is something which still sets her heart racing. )
Touchin' it's what nearly killed me. Wouldn't have been able to do it without Tranquility. Gods can't even stand being around it for too long.
( Constant moving back above ground, resting and recuperating. )
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And... can you describe... how it nearly killed you? Was it painful? Draining? Did it affect the gods the same way it effected you? [He is notably less afraid to ask about the harmful effects it has on their torturous overseers. Using it against them is something he is certainly curious about, though he knows better by now than to ask Kate about such things; her defense of the parasites is still something that puts them at odds, as much as it chafes him.]
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( Maybe that isn't quite correct, because maybe that's just what it is as a being, but that's certainly how it felt. Dissuading them from coming any closer with the visions and the imagined taste of blood.
And then there's that question, and she bites her lower lip in thought. )
It were the power drain, mostly. ( A little of column A, a little of column B, so to speak. ) But going near it... were like I was going mad. Gods felt it too.