[ gods above, that's a fancy pen. ness takes it with an appropriate amount of interest and respect without letting herself get distracted trying to inspect it too closely, even though she absolutely wants to inspect it closely. ]
It has been very difficult as a consummate note-taker to find new paper sources—you should see my personal sheaf, it's a mess.
[ a mess she WILL be transferring to an actual journal as soon as such a thing is available again.
ness quickly sets about making notes of what stephen's already mentioned, muttering energy build-up, painkiller treating symptoms to herself to keep on track. as soon as that's sorted, she pivots back to his question, making rapid notes as she explains. ]
The tentacles seem to be made of some kind of concentrated shadow, or darkness—they're fully physical, and they interact with the world, but they aren't like real animal flesh in any way. They don't last very long once they actually, ah, assert themselves, but the build-up to that can last a while, it's kind of variable? Like I said, though, it's been happening faster and more often since the magebane.
I had some magic prior to this, but nothing impressive, I could make little lights, that was all. Vazeiros—my father—he taught me. It's not unheard of to gain magic after contact with magical forces, and I—I—
[ here, ness finally stumbles, the rapid scratch of the pen on paper halted as she blinks, remembering exactly what had happened that she thinks started this whole stupid tentacle saga. carefully, minding the sudden tremor in her hands, she sets the pen back on the desk.
she'd done so well being impartial, impersonal in her explanation, only the facts, no value judgments or emotion clouding the important bits. now look at her. ]
I'm sorry, I just need—I have to gather my thoughts, I apologize.
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[ gods above, that's a fancy pen. ness takes it with an appropriate amount of interest and respect without letting herself get distracted trying to inspect it too closely, even though she absolutely wants to inspect it closely. ]
It has been very difficult as a consummate note-taker to find new paper sources—you should see my personal sheaf, it's a mess.
[ a mess she WILL be transferring to an actual journal as soon as such a thing is available again.
ness quickly sets about making notes of what stephen's already mentioned, muttering energy build-up, painkiller treating symptoms to herself to keep on track. as soon as that's sorted, she pivots back to his question, making rapid notes as she explains. ]
The tentacles seem to be made of some kind of concentrated shadow, or darkness—they're fully physical, and they interact with the world, but they aren't like real animal flesh in any way. They don't last very long once they actually, ah, assert themselves, but the build-up to that can last a while, it's kind of variable? Like I said, though, it's been happening faster and more often since the magebane.
I had some magic prior to this, but nothing impressive, I could make little lights, that was all. Vazeiros—my father—he taught me. It's not unheard of to gain magic after contact with magical forces, and I—I—
[ here, ness finally stumbles, the rapid scratch of the pen on paper halted as she blinks, remembering exactly what had happened that she thinks started this whole stupid tentacle saga. carefully, minding the sudden tremor in her hands, she sets the pen back on the desk.
she'd done so well being impartial, impersonal in her explanation, only the facts, no value judgments or emotion clouding the important bits. now look at her. ]
I'm sorry, I just need—I have to gather my thoughts, I apologize.