[ but he does take a seat. kinda hard not to feel a bit out of place in a fancy looking place like this— all golds and wood and, well, the music isn’t classy but the general aura of everything else is. 🧍date with the ratty little ponytail just sat here. ]
Are the drinks weird again, or are you sticking to the beer of varying decency?
Sticking to the beer for now, I don't think I feel like experimenting yet.
[he'll bother bixing or someone later, maybe.
but! we're here for memshare, so after a moment, before he can say anything else... they get memory holed. he grumbles as he starts picking himself up off the floor, but freezes at the sight of what's on the screen, hair tentacles shifting in agitation.
the most notable thing about the rynlan in the memory that's displayed is that he isn't blue at all, and very tentacle-less-- he's pale, blond, half-dressed, with a myriad of reddened scars standing out starkly on his skin. they almost completely cover the left side of his body, straying a bit onto his midsection but primarily onto his back as well-- claw and tooth marks, most of them, roughly human-sized, with much more roughly-textured patches where some of the flesh is missing. they're heavily concentrated in some places; his left hip area and upper left leg look like they could be completely covered in scar tissue.
the other notable thing is that in place of the rest of the left leg, there's a prosthetic, attached partway down his thigh: some form of silver metal, in two distinct pieces. the upper and lower parts of the leg are separated by a spherical, faintly-glowing blue crystal, making it a sort of ball-joint situation, and both parts are inscribed with matching blue runes.
'go ahead and test it,' one of the people observing him says, and his brows furrow. 'channel mana into it and think about it, it'll be second nature to you in time.'
he hesitantly focuses, exhaling a slow, calming breath as he lets his natural flow of mana enter into the limb. another few moments, and he tries flexing it-- it's a slow and awkward motion, but it bends successfully at the joint, and the movement becomes marginally less awkward as they run through other tests. moving it, standing, testing to ensure it bears weight.
one of them glances to the mirror in the room, while he's standing, and says, 'if you'd like a better look at--'
'no,' he mutters immediately, glowing green eyes shut as he shakes his head. he's avoiding letting his gaze drift in the mirror's direction. 'no, it's fine. are we finished here?'
the other healer is silent for a few moments, but shrugs. 'very well. as i said, it'll be more natural in time, and you'll need to continue working with it, but you should have a more or less normal range of motion once you've fully acclimated. honestly, i can't imagine why you took so long to agree, we've been telling you that leg needed to go for-'
'a couple of years. i know. i've done it now, you can leave me be.'
his voice is clipped, there, a little colder. the narration of his thoughts isn't so much a direct narrative but a sort of memory within a memory; while it doesn't show a scene, there's the memory of his own voice, distraught, nearly screaming at someone. 'everything-- everything else is gone. everything i cared about. i already lost all of it and you want me to give up more, you want to take more from me, i won't-- can't i keep something?!'
'you're already healed,' the other healer says, a little distantly, 'but we'll have you stay here until we're satisfied you have enough mobility on your own. we can't strain your body too much until it's used to the mana flow.'
he takes a seat to let them remove it again, ears pinning back slightly, and that's where it fades.
the actual, present rynlan is just about plastered against the wall of this stupid hole, trying to keep as much distance as possible. fuck.]
[ date doesn't even get to order his own drink before he's plummeting into the hole alongside rynlan, which is a minor annoyance, but enough of one that there's a put out little "hey!" from him that follows them on their tumble.
he doesn't get a lot of time to take in his bearings or take in almost anything before he's being thrown into whatever memory has rynlan so spooked and agitated.
he can't understand a lot of it -- prosthetics? those are fine. he knows what those are in theory, but how these are working, being made... it's unfamiliar to him. there's something about it that reminds him of the white of the psync room, glowing lights circling the psync machine, stark and quite frankly sci-fi. but the talk of mana and the overall feeling from the memory is foreign and strange.
and the man? he can only assume from context that the person he's seeing is rynlan. even though they look so, so different.
when the memory fades, he opens his own mouth to say something, but before the words come out his own memory (3:54-- 9:33; cw: talk of child abuse) is too busy parading itself around on the screen.
there's something a little tight about the set of date's mouth as he watches this one. somewhere between anger, anxiety and deep, fresh grief all rolled into one. ]
[he's already on edge from seeing his own memory, but date's following it--
his mouth pulls into a frown, long brows furrowed, ears still pinned back as he watches. this is just- he's never seen so many excuses, for something like this, he doesn't even know the child they're talking about and it still makes him angry.]
What the fuck.
[it isn't directed at date. he was trying. he's still looking at the screen, when he says that.]
I don't see how anyone can just-- there being a reason behind it doesn't matter.
... Yeah, neither of them were going to be winning world's best parent any time soon. [ ... ] I do think they love her, or at least Renju does. If he didn't care at all, he'd have left things as they were.
But it shouldn't have taken me dragging them by the ear to a bar and telling them they suck for them to do something about it.
See, you're already doing at least twice as well as her mother.
[rude? maybe. does he care? no.]
But that was... before I was touched by the Void. Elves are sensitive to magic, we rely on it. Being around concentrations of it will change us over time. We've more or less become distinct species as a result of that, night elves are more like cousins to high elves now.
The same thing happens faster with heavy infusions of different types of magic. For example, high elves who consume enough demonic energy quickly become demonic, just like they would if they had slowly absorbed that energy over decades. For us... it was shadow.
[local shadow elf laughing nervously in the bg during executions]
[ honestly? date's feelings towards shoko are "friend's ex-wife" territory at most. ]
...
[ oh dear. fun at executions for rynlan. ]
This sounds like something out of a fantasy novel, to me at least. So, wait, you... absorb energy and it morphs you into something new? That's the basics of it?
More or less. It's just not often that it happens fast enough to actually change an individual within their own lifetime. Happened all at once in our case, though.
...it was. It was done to us purposely-- they wanted to make us into something else entirely. Servants of the Void in full. Luckily for us, they were interrupted.
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[ but he does take a seat. kinda hard not to feel a bit out of place in a fancy looking place like this— all golds and wood and, well, the music isn’t classy but the general aura of everything else is. 🧍date with the ratty little ponytail just sat here. ]
Are the drinks weird again, or are you sticking to the beer of varying decency?
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[he'll bother bixing or someone later, maybe.
but! we're here for memshare, so after a moment, before he can say anything else... they get memory holed. he grumbles as he starts picking himself up off the floor, but freezes at the sight of what's on the screen, hair tentacles shifting in agitation.
the most notable thing about the rynlan in the memory that's displayed is that he isn't blue at all, and very tentacle-less-- he's pale, blond, half-dressed, with a myriad of reddened scars standing out starkly on his skin. they almost completely cover the left side of his body, straying a bit onto his midsection but primarily onto his back as well-- claw and tooth marks, most of them, roughly human-sized, with much more roughly-textured patches where some of the flesh is missing. they're heavily concentrated in some places; his left hip area and upper left leg look like they could be completely covered in scar tissue.
the other notable thing is that in place of the rest of the left leg, there's a prosthetic, attached partway down his thigh: some form of silver metal, in two distinct pieces. the upper and lower parts of the leg are separated by a spherical, faintly-glowing blue crystal, making it a sort of ball-joint situation, and both parts are inscribed with matching blue runes.
'go ahead and test it,' one of the people observing him says, and his brows furrow. 'channel mana into it and think about it, it'll be second nature to you in time.'
he hesitantly focuses, exhaling a slow, calming breath as he lets his natural flow of mana enter into the limb. another few moments, and he tries flexing it-- it's a slow and awkward motion, but it bends successfully at the joint, and the movement becomes marginally less awkward as they run through other tests. moving it, standing, testing to ensure it bears weight.
one of them glances to the mirror in the room, while he's standing, and says, 'if you'd like a better look at--'
'no,' he mutters immediately, glowing green eyes shut as he shakes his head. he's avoiding letting his gaze drift in the mirror's direction. 'no, it's fine. are we finished here?'
the other healer is silent for a few moments, but shrugs. 'very well. as i said, it'll be more natural in time, and you'll need to continue working with it, but you should have a more or less normal range of motion once you've fully acclimated. honestly, i can't imagine why you took so long to agree, we've been telling you that leg needed to go for-'
'a couple of years. i know. i've done it now, you can leave me be.'
his voice is clipped, there, a little colder. the narration of his thoughts isn't so much a direct narrative but a sort of memory within a memory; while it doesn't show a scene, there's the memory of his own voice, distraught, nearly screaming at someone. 'everything-- everything else is gone. everything i cared about. i already lost all of it and you want me to give up more, you want to take more from me, i won't-- can't i keep something?!'
'you're already healed,' the other healer says, a little distantly, 'but we'll have you stay here until we're satisfied you have enough mobility on your own. we can't strain your body too much until it's used to the mana flow.'
he takes a seat to let them remove it again, ears pinning back slightly, and that's where it fades.
the actual, present rynlan is just about plastered against the wall of this stupid hole, trying to keep as much distance as possible. fuck.]
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he doesn't get a lot of time to take in his bearings or take in almost anything before he's being thrown into whatever memory has rynlan so spooked and agitated.
he can't understand a lot of it -- prosthetics? those are fine. he knows what those are in theory, but how these are working, being made... it's unfamiliar to him. there's something about it that reminds him of the white of the psync room, glowing lights circling the psync machine, stark and quite frankly sci-fi. but the talk of mana and the overall feeling from the memory is foreign and strange.
and the man? he can only assume from context that the person he's seeing is rynlan. even though they look so, so different.
when the memory fades, he opens his own mouth to say something, but before the words come out his own memory (3:54-- 9:33; cw: talk of child abuse) is too busy parading itself around on the screen.
there's something a little tight about the set of date's mouth as he watches this one. somewhere between anger, anxiety and deep, fresh grief all rolled into one. ]
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his mouth pulls into a frown, long brows furrowed, ears still pinned back as he watches. this is just- he's never seen so many excuses, for something like this, he doesn't even know the child they're talking about and it still makes him angry.]
What the fuck.
[it isn't directed at date. he was trying. he's still looking at the screen, when he says that.]
I don't see how anyone can just-- there being a reason behind it doesn't matter.
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... Yeah, neither of them were going to be winning world's best parent any time soon. [ ... ] I do think they love her, or at least Renju does. If he didn't care at all, he'd have left things as they were.
But it shouldn't have taken me dragging them by the ear to a bar and telling them they suck for them to do something about it.
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...did it help?
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So, maybe. I don't claim to be great at it. But I'm not hitting her and making myself a victim over it, so.
[ points in his favour. maybe. ]
Do you want to talk about the obvious elephant in the room, or is it a touchy subject?
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[so-- best case scenario, probably, skilled parent or not.
as for that question, though-- one ear twitches, but he eventually breathes out a sigh.]
...ask if you want. Don't suppose there's much point avoiding it, now.
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... maybe. It's not her fault her parents are either perpetually victimising themselves or too busy with their company.
[ date watches him for a moment, quietly. before nodding. ]
You looked very different back then.
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[rude? maybe. does he care? no.]
But that was... before I was touched by the Void. Elves are sensitive to magic, we rely on it. Being around concentrations of it will change us over time. We've more or less become distinct species as a result of that, night elves are more like cousins to high elves now.
The same thing happens faster with heavy infusions of different types of magic. For example, high elves who consume enough demonic energy quickly become demonic, just like they would if they had slowly absorbed that energy over decades. For us... it was shadow.
[local shadow elf laughing nervously in the bg during executions]
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[ oh dear. fun at executions for rynlan. ]
This sounds like something out of a fantasy novel, to me at least. So, wait, you... absorb energy and it morphs you into something new? That's the basics of it?
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... Fucking yikes.
[ honestly??? that's the mood. ]
Like experimentation?
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