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unknownseas2021-03-20 06:56 pm
cethflayn) wrote in unknownseas2021-03-20 06:56 pm
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Receive them into a twinkling star
[When the remainder of the passengers returns to the ship, Flayn steals away to read what Constantine gave her upon their parting. She reads it, and cannot find it in her heart to burn it.
Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.
Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.
Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.
-Flayn
Cethleann
No more hiding.
Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]
Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.
Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.
Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.
-
Cethleann
No more hiding.
Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]
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[He probably means Scott, tbh]
A malak and a human can form a pact; a ritual of sorts, to both protect the malak from harm and grant the human use of the malak's artes. There's no possession involved, though.
[And if the human dies, your buddy is gone and the pact is broken. Shit sucks!]
If it weren't for the thing possessing Lorna, I would have told you it was outright impossible. A malak might be able to compel his companion to stop him from walking off a cliff, but even that is a massive overstep of boundaries. Actual possession is not something that happens.
[spoilers zaveid's adopted son does this in the sequel game]
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[ She pauses, considering this information. ]
You're proposing that these two dopes had a similar arrangement, then? It's not unheard of, but it's also not exclusively the provenance of nonhumans. [ This is a word which, as established, means something entirely different to Magica than it does to anyone else onboard. ] Your average unquiet spirit simply doesn't have the power to lend, let alone the strength to enforce its will on a living body.
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Perhaps Jack really is the sort of person to enjoy elaborate ways to get people killing other people that there wasn't an arrangement involved and the spirit was just along for the ride, but I think that's pretty unlikely.
Me, I think it's possible they both wanted something. The spirit can't do it on its own, and offers Jack something in exchange for his help.
Whether either was really interested in holding up his end of the bargain is what's up for debate here.
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[ NOW, HOW DOES SHE PHRASE THIS PART... ]
... Sometimes, when extremely powerful forces are banished from this plane of existence, they leave parts of themselves behind to take care of unfinished business and ensure their eventual return — phylacteries, familiars, et cetera. If this spirit was a powerful magic user in life, he may have taken precautions that left him an observer in this realm and little more. Naturally he makes contact with some rube to the paranormal, promises him magical power and riches at the end of this ritual, and gets him to do all the grunt work you need a physical presence for. Sound familiar?
[ You know, because it's basically what he just said, filtered through the only prism of experience Magica can fathom: her own. ]
Jack said a "friend" gave him the formulation for the dolls in there.
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Yeah. Sounds like you're on to something. It's similar, in my world. The Empyreans are malakhim like me, but they don't have bodies of their own. There's usually a sacrificial ritual involved, but that's never happened in my lifetime; it only comes around once a millennia.
[Ohhh he doesn't like it.]
Whoever he is, he's got to be unbelievably powerful. We're probably lookin' at a god.