Who: Vincent Valentine and YOU! Status: Open. All Open. Open forever. Where: Eltrut and around it. What: November MANTA quests! Two general, one bounty. Warnings: Blood (my little shorsie)
[Interesting. More interesting than it really should be to most given his (quiet) penchant for the weird and the mystical- but what could be said. This world, clearly, took all kinds. From all kinds of worlds. However. Other than simple curiosity, there was a reason he asked.]
And you'd say this... conduit makes your power appear as it would, naturally? Is there any limit?
[Definately not asking because he's banking on the tat he's dutifully completing these awful missions for being able to stop an literal internal demon he's lost control of, nope.]
I cannot Create. I cannot channel my true form at will. And my power feels restricted. Those are the only limitations I have discovered thus far.
[ But then again, he commands magic akin to whst most mortals would call a god. It's not that surprising to him that nothing in this world can handle it. ]
[He hasn't half an idea what Creation exactly entails- but the rest of Emet's examples are self-explanatory. Regardless of understanding, the bottom line is simple. Some limit. Of course, as nothing remotely related to godlike power and this world's capacity to handle it leaves the sorcerer's lips, the reasoning for such is likewise lost.
Yet still. ...There's a leap to be made here. A punt, more aptly. Vincent lowers his eyes for a moment, glancing at the rotting ground between the pair, before he speaks. The timbre of his voice speaks to reluctance. A reticence, at speaking of something that clearly was important to him. Even to a stranger.]
One more question. You mentioned that these tattoos allow... a regain. What if someone has this power, and instead sought control?
You mean to ask whether the mark would allow you control over powers you never had control over? That I don't know. All I've heard is that it seems to grant control over a single element to all who receive it. For me, that was 'light'.
[ He gestures and a small breeze seems to start up. One blowing the smell of salt air from the ocean, alleviating the stench of rotting meat. ]
Questioning the workers did not yield much more but I never asked about control over an existing talent. Did you not ask yourself when you arrived?
[Only not really. It's an entity, not a power. A conciousness that was far stronger than he. Not a simple power, but a living being, a soul. But Emet-Selch was not to know that. Vincent himself had deliberately described Chaos as a power.
The answer is earnest. Good, even. Yet Vincent's decision to obfuscate- no, to lie- meant the answer was meaningless. Unfruitful. Unhelpful. Yet... The element aspect. Perhaps that could harden his own conciousness to make him stronger. Allow him some semblance of affirming his own control. Or at least, to bolster his resistance to not be devoured entirely.
A silence follows. He answers.]
I had company when I visited.
[Persistent company. Honestly, this little spit of an island was about the most alone he'd been in ages, even with Emet-Selch's presence.]
...And I've no intention of bringing concern to anyone I care for.
[He could be honest about that, at least. The breeze moves his cloak some- yet his arms are locked around himself.]
[ Emet-Selch is intrigued but he isn't nosy enough to pry into another man's business when they've only just met. And besides...there are better places to discuss such things at length than a fetid island of raw meat. ]
The tattoo has to be renewed monthly. Mayhap you could make an appointment and ask your worker in private for further details. It won't harm you at least.
That's a wrap! Looking forward to running into emet a little more <3
[Mid-turn away, he pauses. Just to survey the sorcerer's face once more. Renewal was something he hadn't expected. Useful information, too. He nods- somewhat tersely- before he gathers his harvest and then turns his back once more.]
Noted. Thanks again.
[It's a long, slow trudge back to the client. But he's certainly got quite a bit to think about on the way.]
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And you'd say this... conduit makes your power appear as it would, naturally? Is there any limit?
[Definately not asking because he's banking on the tat he's dutifully completing these awful missions for being able to stop an literal internal demon he's lost control of, nope.]
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I cannot Create. I cannot channel my true form at will. And my power feels restricted. Those are the only limitations I have discovered thus far.
[ But then again, he commands magic akin to whst most mortals would call a god. It's not that surprising to him that nothing in this world can handle it. ]
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[He hasn't half an idea what Creation exactly entails- but the rest of Emet's examples are self-explanatory. Regardless of understanding, the bottom line is simple. Some limit. Of course, as nothing remotely related to godlike power and this world's capacity to handle it leaves the sorcerer's lips, the reasoning for such is likewise lost.
Yet still.
...There's a leap to be made here. A punt, more aptly. Vincent lowers his eyes for a moment, glancing at the rotting ground between the pair, before he speaks. The timbre of his voice speaks to reluctance. A reticence, at speaking of something that clearly was important to him. Even to a stranger.]
One more question. You mentioned that these tattoos allow... a regain. What if someone has this power, and instead sought control?
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[ He gestures and a small breeze seems to start up. One blowing the smell of salt air from the ocean, alleviating the stench of rotting meat. ]
Questioning the workers did not yield much more but I never asked about control over an existing talent. Did you not ask yourself when you arrived?
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[Only not really. It's an entity, not a power. A conciousness that was far stronger than he. Not a simple power, but a living being, a soul. But Emet-Selch was not to know that. Vincent himself had deliberately described Chaos as a power.
The answer is earnest. Good, even. Yet Vincent's decision to obfuscate- no, to lie- meant the answer was meaningless. Unfruitful. Unhelpful. Yet... The element aspect. Perhaps that could harden his own conciousness to make him stronger. Allow him some semblance of affirming his own control. Or at least, to bolster his resistance to not be devoured entirely.
A silence follows. He answers.]
I had company when I visited.
[Persistent company. Honestly, this little spit of an island was about the most alone he'd been in ages, even with Emet-Selch's presence.]
...And I've no intention of bringing concern to anyone I care for.
[He could be honest about that, at least. The breeze moves his cloak some- yet his arms are locked around himself.]
...Thanks. For the information.
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[ Emet-Selch is intrigued but he isn't nosy enough to pry into another man's business when they've only just met. And besides...there are better places to discuss such things at length than a fetid island of raw meat. ]
The tattoo has to be renewed monthly. Mayhap you could make an appointment and ask your worker in private for further details. It won't harm you at least.
That's a wrap! Looking forward to running into emet a little more <3
[Mid-turn away, he pauses. Just to survey the sorcerer's face once more. Renewal was something he hadn't expected. Useful information, too. He nods- somewhat tersely- before he gathers his harvest and then turns his back once more.]
Noted. Thanks again.
[It's a long, slow trudge back to the client. But he's certainly got quite a bit to think about on the way.]