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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 8:17 pm
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Chester had many questions, not the least of which was who is this cat, but he hesitated to seek out answers to any of them, mostly because the most convenient person to ask was his roommate. He wasn't technically afraid of her anymore, thankfully, but she did make him feel stupid, and that was something he preferred to avoid as often as possible.
Once he had decided he needed to speak with her for longer than it took them to pass in the hall or wait for the other to finish with the toaster, he could think of no better way to do so than to plant himself in a spot she had to pass to get into or out of the house, so in the kitchen he sat, a notebook on the table in front of him and his newly acquired letter beside it.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 11:08 am
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She sighed, propping her chin on both hands. Mink came over and began to vigorously rub himself on her arms. "Well, I ain't sure if re-doing the Charter will stop the ******** cycles or not tee bee aitch. There's at least three sigils in play currentlike - the original: tha sword n' stars, the new one wit tha tree, and tha charter one. Charter one split weres n' wargs up, made tha nobles." She swung her legs out, thinking.
"Afore, the meeting I went to was only for weres, wargs, n' nobles. M'glad they are stickin' tha rest up. I'm assumin' yer magical then?" She slanted a glance at him. Mink abandoned her to stare intently at Chester, getting as close as possible without touching him. "I thought tha old sigil was what created cycles, but I dunno. Nobles were created to withstand tha cycles, so that people'd persist from one cycle to tha next, I think. Also, cuz people wanted someone rulin'-like."
"They voted ta destroy it, in tha meetin'. Mainly cause a lot of 'em are mad tha charter got hooked onto some chick and made her go crazy. Also cause apparently torture is like... tha norm in tha court."
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 7:52 am
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Chester nodded to indicate he'd grasped the stuff about the sigils—taking a second to get around how she spoke—then did so again when she asked if he had magic. He would have thought being on the listserv in the first place might have been proof enough, but he rarely hesitated to use his powers in situations where he wouldn't get hurt, even for frivolous displays. Pulling Odal's note closer, he ran a hand just above it, leaving behind a page full of pretty, but indecipherable runes. His hand paused for a second, then continued moving until it was poised over Mink's head in a silent offering. I will pet you if you don't maim me.
"I can't turn into anything or talk to animals, but I am. Undifferentiated, they seem to call it." He'd thought it was another word for useless until he had spoke to Vivien. Not that he'd done anything with that knowledge since.
"I've heard a little about Melany, but the possibility that I might do something about it seemed remote. I've been more concerned with not waking up one day as another version of myself. If destroying the Charter prevents that, then I'd be happy to help this... fetch. Is that really what they call themselves?"
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 11:02 pm
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Mink ducked his head, clearly pleased at the attention. He would allow pets.... for now. Preacher was mollified that at least Mink seemed to like Chester.
"Oh ya, undiff'rentiated. Limitless potential, n' all that. I'mma were; I dunno if I said..." Chester being magical didn't come as a surprise, considering she'd bought him ice cream from the listserv, but still. He didn't look particularly magical.
"I dunno what destroyin' tha charter will do. Tha way I see it - we got all these sigils bindin' us, n' maybe we should dissemble 'em all and go back ta how it was. But magic's got fallout. N' dissemblin' them would prob like... have weird side effects; no one knows what. Of course, there's tha stip'lation that undoing this s**t needs destruction. Of all components. And tha sigils often had a human element." She shrugged. "N' yeah, fetches. I'll probably tryna grab somethin' ta help out with the.... the fetch quest." Preacher snorted loudly.
"Technically, ever since December, I ain't been m'self. Not since tha new sigil. When tha cycle goes through, us normies won't remember, but nobles will. I mean, even if we ******** up n' repeat... the next version of us won't know. We've prob' already even had this conversation afore, some version of us."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 8:28 pm
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"I figured it out," he said, petting Mink as he spoke. "The were thing." He felt like an idiot for not having noticed anything sooner, but he wasn't in the habit of poking through Preacher's hair looking for animal ears either. "Is it rude to ask what you become?" Even after speaking with Eve, he didn't know the protocol for those sorts of questions.
Chester smiled a little at 'limitless potential', but it didn't last. He might have been able to do whatever he liked in theory, but he felt like an author confronted with a blank page. He could do anything. Without boundaries to force him in a single direction, he had no idea where to begin.
"I'm planning to help with the... fetch quest..." nice one "...as well. I have a library to visit first, and, well, that's it, but I'm hoping that I might get a better handle on those very problems. I feel it's important to know more about the things we don't remember we've done wrong." He paused, replaying what he'd just said in his head. It was as clear as he could make it, but still a convoluted concept. About as convoluted as not being himself.
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