September & October Test Drive

[thewakemods]

It's that time again!

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[unfavorableinstigation]

Nita can relate to not wanting to give too much away - she'd lucked out on everyone she'd met first (more-or-less) responding to her with open-mindedness.

"We're in Nautilus and, by virtue of hearing the Call to wake, that makes us Wakened. Virtue might not be the right word for it, though; depends on who you ask.

"And, I'm Nita," she adds, offering one hand forward.

"Nita Callahan."

She doesn't ask for his name.

[psychica_ratione]

Only hesitating a moment, Adam took the offered hand.

"Adam Parrish."

It was only polite. She had given her a name after all.

"I have to say I felt pretty awake before. Is 'waking up' the only way that this happens to people?"

That uneasy feeling was starting to progressively mutate into something much worse.

[unfavorableinstigation]

"Used to be no one needed to be Called, and they didn't have to come here... but a long time ago, someone put a stop to people Waking on their own.

"And by 'a long time ago' I mean nine million years."

From bad to worse to... worse-r?

"We're not the only ones here, and the person who meddled with Waking has been taken down, but there's still a lot of ground to mend. Worlds that... still need to be put back the way they should be."

[psychica_ratione]

Adam frowned. He knew this was something to do with old magic, the sort that can change time and space to suit it, but imposing order suggested there were problems that he didn't know about. Repairing world and imposing order was a new concept for him.

"Excuse me but what do you mean by 'Worlds'?"

[unfavorableinstigation]

Nita bit her lip, wondering which definition to go with first.

"A lot of things, really. A world can consist of just one planet, or a solar system, or all the way to a multiverse, or set of multiverses - but it can also focus on just a patch of forest, or a beach, or an ordinary village."

She made a wry face.

"Though 'ordinary' is real subjective."

[psychica_ratione]

Adam was silent for a fairly short time. He grasped the idea quickly and came to a logical conclusion.

"Reality. A variety of realities."

Which was both easier and more difficult to accept.

"Your talkin' 'bout 'mending' so that must mean there's somethin' broken to them."

As he gradually became more distressed his accent became more pronounced. Or rather he just stopped working at hiding it.

"Do people inside those realities know somethin' is wrong? Or is that just people that 'wake up' here?"

Because if he was the only one...

[unfavorableinstigation]

"That might be the best word for it, yes."

Nita nodds.

"And it's more of the latter, unfortunately. Dreaming worlds can have their own problems that people know of and try to fix, but Flaws aren't like that."

Nita opens her mouth to say more, then closes it and Bends up one of the guides - Lelouch's.

"It's kind of unfair for me to dump the explanation on you all at once, though; so this has part of it."

[psychica_ratione]

Adam looked alarmed at the bending. Certainly, he could not deny that magic was a part of everyday life. But he had never seen anything quite like that. He even took a single step back.

"What-?!"

[unfavorableinstigation]

Immediately, Nita put her hands back in palms-up-and-forward position; the papers fell to the ground.

"It's called Bending. Here, everything is tied to willpower, and with effort we can alter reality, make matter... if there's anything in your world that sounds familiar to that, you can recreate it here, or learn something different."

[psychica_ratione]

Adam visibly swallowed. His voice was tentative when he did answer but he couldn't help the hopeful note lurking under it.

"So...it's possible ta learn how ta do that?"

There was certainly no hiding his accent now. Not when he had bypassed distressed and gone into full-fledged alarm.

[unfavorableinstigation]

"Yeah," was Nita's answer, and she lowered her hands.

"There's a lot of people who'd be glad to help - I'd be too, even, if you're comfortable with that."

Or as comfortable as someone fresh out of their own world could be, anyway.