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Shine on forever, shine on benevolent sun...
Who: Mercy (caduceusoncall) and OPEN!
What: Research, exploration, and the rarest of rare situations: relaxing!
When: IC dates April 22nd-30th
Where: All around the station and annex!
Warnings: Medical talk may come up!
All days: Station
[It doesn't take Angela long to settle into an "on duty" vibe. It's probably getting to be common knowledge that you can call her Mercy or Angela, since she's informed everyone she knows of her on-duty name and introduced herself to new people as "Angela. Mercy, if you prefer." So feel free to call her one, the other, both, neither - whatever strikes your fancy.]
[In the mornings, starting promptly at 8am, the door to room 17 slides open and remains that way until she leaves for the medical bay. Anyone passing by will notice that the apartment is remarkably clean and organized, except for the desk, which is covered in stacks of books. The woman inside is dressed in a lab coat, sometimes with casual clothing underneath and sometimes with a wingless Valykrie suit. It seems the open door is an invite to bother her with any questions, concerns, or problems you may have, as she's just milling about over books and notes and exploring the functions of the computer otherwise.]
[You can find her every afternoon in the medical bay, seated at a small desk, furiously taking notes from a stack of what appear to be medical and magical textbooks. She may seem totally engrossed, but anyone entering the med bay receives a similar pitch, shot over her shoulder without looking: "I will be with you shortly. Have a seat, unless it is urgent."]
22nd-24th: Station
[During the evenings, she can be found in the common room, reviewing her notes over a cup of black coffee. She smiles politely at anyone who passes close enough, looking equal parts tired and content. If she's in a hurry to leave this world and go home, she certainly doesn't show it.]
25-27th: Annex
[Certain evenings, instead of returning to the common room, Mercy heads out to the annex. She focuses her time in the library, becoming very well acquainted with the material there. If she's not among the shelves, she's in the center room lounge area with a stack of books at her side. She keeps taking out about 5 at a time, furiously transcribing the pertinent passages and taking notes, and then going back for another 5. Somebody explain the concept of a break to this woman, please.]
28th: Station
[Those late nights seem to have gotten to the good doctor, because she finally takes the evening of the 28th to just sit outside on the viewing deck and relax. No books, no lab coat, no notes. Just Angela Ziegler - Mercy, if you prefer - in a deck chair, eyes half-lidded as she stares out at the setting sun.]
[Disturb her > y/n?]
29th-30th: Wildcard
[The rest of the evenings, it's a crapshoot as to where you'll find her. Anywhere on the station or the annex is fair game. Her schedule is rigid during the daytime, but when the sun begins to set it seems she's just prone to wandering around and settling in various places. Just specify where you found her and when, or shoot me a pm here or on plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
azazelbunny) for a prompt!]
caduceusoncall) and OPEN!What: Research, exploration, and the rarest of rare situations: relaxing!
When: IC dates April 22nd-30th
Where: All around the station and annex!
Warnings: Medical talk may come up!
All days: Station
[It doesn't take Angela long to settle into an "on duty" vibe. It's probably getting to be common knowledge that you can call her Mercy or Angela, since she's informed everyone she knows of her on-duty name and introduced herself to new people as "Angela. Mercy, if you prefer." So feel free to call her one, the other, both, neither - whatever strikes your fancy.]
[In the mornings, starting promptly at 8am, the door to room 17 slides open and remains that way until she leaves for the medical bay. Anyone passing by will notice that the apartment is remarkably clean and organized, except for the desk, which is covered in stacks of books. The woman inside is dressed in a lab coat, sometimes with casual clothing underneath and sometimes with a wingless Valykrie suit. It seems the open door is an invite to bother her with any questions, concerns, or problems you may have, as she's just milling about over books and notes and exploring the functions of the computer otherwise.]
[You can find her every afternoon in the medical bay, seated at a small desk, furiously taking notes from a stack of what appear to be medical and magical textbooks. She may seem totally engrossed, but anyone entering the med bay receives a similar pitch, shot over her shoulder without looking: "I will be with you shortly. Have a seat, unless it is urgent."]
22nd-24th: Station
[During the evenings, she can be found in the common room, reviewing her notes over a cup of black coffee. She smiles politely at anyone who passes close enough, looking equal parts tired and content. If she's in a hurry to leave this world and go home, she certainly doesn't show it.]
25-27th: Annex
[Certain evenings, instead of returning to the common room, Mercy heads out to the annex. She focuses her time in the library, becoming very well acquainted with the material there. If she's not among the shelves, she's in the center room lounge area with a stack of books at her side. She keeps taking out about 5 at a time, furiously transcribing the pertinent passages and taking notes, and then going back for another 5. Somebody explain the concept of a break to this woman, please.]
28th: Station
[Those late nights seem to have gotten to the good doctor, because she finally takes the evening of the 28th to just sit outside on the viewing deck and relax. No books, no lab coat, no notes. Just Angela Ziegler - Mercy, if you prefer - in a deck chair, eyes half-lidded as she stares out at the setting sun.]
[Disturb her > y/n?]
29th-30th: Wildcard
[The rest of the evenings, it's a crapshoot as to where you'll find her. Anywhere on the station or the annex is fair game. Her schedule is rigid during the daytime, but when the sun begins to set it seems she's just prone to wandering around and settling in various places. Just specify where you found her and when, or shoot me a pm here or on plurk (
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[Truthfully, she can't think of many diseases that didn't have vaccines or cures in her world. In part, that was her doing, too. As much as she'd love to find a solution to every disease in every world, the risk of having live samples to test on here in this world would be far too great to its inhabitants.]
[Angela sighs.]
The combination of magic and medicine fascinates me, honestly. Magic is simply not possibly where I come from, so to be in a place where something as small as intent can cause tangible effects is...stunning.
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[Which is you know not great. Magical diseases are not for messing around with, even putting aside the fact that, if she's paying attention, Izunia seems a little anxious just talking about it.]
Doesn't respond much to anything but magical treatment, either. Antimalarials can stave off the progression, but they're no cure.
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[But the anxiety does not go unnoticed, and Angela is nothing if not eager to prevent discomfort whenever possible, so while she addresses the topic to avoid being dismissive, she also offers a subject change, should Izunia want it.]
That sounds exceptionally dangerous and difficult to contain. I am unfamiliar with the term daemons, past their religious representation as demons in my own world. A disease that changes or reanimates its victims after death, if that is what you are implying, is unfathomable to me.
Is restorative or healing-focused magic very well developed, where you're from?
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[Yes thank you he will take that?]
The family with healing abilities - the Oracle line of the country Tenebrae - is the counterpart to mine, but I'm afraid I don't much know how their power develops. Unlike ours, not every Nox Fleuret possesses the magic. There's typically only one Oracle at a time, and a child in training. I believe the preference is for eldest daughter, but I'm not terribly certain.
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Fascinating. Magic seems to manifest itself differently across different realms. Some places consider it a science, some places put heavy emphasis on the divine, some places - yours, for example - have very specific requirements that must be met, such as bloodline compatibility or birth order. I admit it makes it terribly difficult to learn how to use it when everyone's explanation differs.
My understanding is that here, it is based upon intent. But...I am the type of person who needs to know how something works to use it to its full effect. By what mechanism is intent made tangible? What is the source of the energy involved in the transfer between intent and result? Things of that nature.
[Angela blushes a bit.]
Ah, but that is my own issue.
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[He smiles.]
Fortunately, my own magic doesn't seem to have run into any compatibility issues. It seems that I'm safely within the umbrella of the law for this place, which is good, because I'm genuinely not sure how I would ever function without my Armiger. Elemancy and warping I could survive without, though I wouldn't particularly enjoy it, but...
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[It's said teasingly, with a friendly smile. She's not out to steal your hammerspace powers, but the ability to summon her staff from the Armiger would be so good you've gotta admit.]
I suppose most magical systems would function well under the umbrella law of "intention". So long as you know what you intend to do, the effect manifests in whichever way is most familiar to your desire. It's terribly convenient that so many different worlds pool here, where the environment is so flexible.
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[Said with amused mock dismay. How ever would he function like that?]
Not to mention that I don't think there's a coat in the world with pockets big enough for most of my weapons or my chair.
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[He grins and pulls out the folding chair. It's bright pink.]
I can store anything I'm capable of lifting.
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Here is to hoping you can't lift me!
[A whole new meaning to pocket healer.]
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It's really more associated with weapons, anyway, the use of it for storing other items is somewhat incidental and not wholly the intended purpose.
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Interesting. Though I may fair better than most with the self modifications I've made, I am not eager to try it.
We do have something similar to biologically safe warping in the form of teleportation back home, but it is primarily used for long-range transport and is privatized technology. Nothing as advanced as spatial manipulation such as you've described. I believe it is actually linked to chronal acceleration.
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[He pulls something - a playing card? - from his Armiger in a sparkle of blue and throws it overhand down the row of books. An afterimage of blue light is left behind, along with a trail of sparkling blue light.
Sometimes a demonstration is the best explanation.
After the minute or so it takes for the blue to fade from the air, he warps back.]
It's fairly nauseating for many people, but none of the family generally has a problem with it and it's always been something of my specialty. If you like.
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[Seeing is believing, but this still blows her mind.]
[Angela blinks rapidly, taken aback by the demonstration.]
A most impressive display! It is very similar to the blinking and recalling of those with control over the slipstream, but it seems to utilize the warping of space rather than time.
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[And he offers her a hand. Wanna try?]
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[And she accepts the hand with slight hesitation...she has just seen it in action, but like. This is Izunia's talent, not hers. She adds teasingly:]
I am trusting you not to disintegrate me.
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[It's definitely a metal card of some sort that he's holding up, giving her plenty of time to prepare -
and the nyoom, off they go back down the shelves, with possibly a bit of a stumble at the end for the inexperienced warper.]
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That...is truly incredible! Thank you for allowing me to experience it.
[Perhaps it's just the accompanying rush of adrenaline, but she feels almost lighter at the moment.]
That skill could have extremely useful applications as a way of reaching downed targets in the field, actually. It could replace my suit's wing systems, or at the very least modify them. I will have to look into light-based magic and see if I can replicate the effect.
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[Ways to avoid needing healing: Don't get hit in the first place.]
I'm not aware of any way to imitate it outright, but if you can figure it out I'm sure it would be quite useful indeed. It's the cornerstone of my own fighting style, honestly.
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I don't expect it to be a perfect replica, but rather a light-dependent combination of technology and magic.
[Perhaps a way to allow for better control over the feathers for true flight, or use them as a platform to draw the power necessary to "blink" forward.]