closed 🪶 so many birds of so many feathers

[garudas]

Who: Benedikta Harman & Others.
Status: Closed.
Where: The Roost.
What: Benedikta tries to fix up the chocobo stables that she broke last month, and she also gets a new visitor through the rifts.
Warnings: None for now.

Comments

[serendipitously]

At least you can never claim to be bored then? Even if bored might be preferable at times.

[ Because sometimes people just...want a vacation. Although she's become rather convinced that she just will never get a decent vacation without interruptions. ]

More common than you'd probably expect. Not for everyone, but people in my particular circle have strange luck with it.

[garudas]

Some of us on this crew have something of a vested interest in the rifts myself.

[For Reasons.]

Does it require some form of special magic to travel through them? In your own world.

[serendipitously]

I'd be curious to know why, but I also know that could be personal.

[ And she's not always in the business of prying too much too quickly. Always. ]

Yes and no. There's actually a few different ways to do it. A few mutants have abilities to teleport through realities, though that's rare. The Timebreakers used technology to open their portals. The Captain Britain Corps utilize magic.

[garudas]

[It isn't all that personal. Not anymore, but she also will not sour the mood with it. Besides, she is far more interested in what Betsy has to say about these rifts and portals and travelling through them... even if she does throw a bunch of words at her that she doesn't understand.]

And do they have ways to close said portals as well? Surely if one can open them, they can close them, too...

[serendipitously]

They do. I know a few of them. [ She hesitates for a moment, debating with herself on just how much she wants to say about herself. Eventually she settles on there being very little reason to not just be direct. ]

My family has a connection with it to some extent, though I'm not sure how much that would translate to here. I take it you've been trying to find ways to close these?

[garudas]

[She stops what she's doing, nearly dropping the feathers that she's holding when Betsy so easily figures her out.]

... Trying to find a way to control them.

[A soft clearing of her throat.

Yes. Closing them completely would be ideal and it is her end goal. She's not sure how many people would understand her want to do so, and how many more would try to stop her if they ever found out that she intended to trap them all here if it meant that she and her loved ones would be safe.]

They are unpredictable, and I wish to stop living in fear of being pulled through them. I've no intentions of returning to my world.

[serendipitously]

It's exhausting. [ She realizes after a few seconds of silence that she's left that as a very incomplete thought. ] Not having control of something. Living in fear of being taken somewhere else or having something taken from you.

[ So she can understand the desire. The last few years of her life have felt like nothing more than a state of living in constant fear of being taken off to some other place or having those she loved snatched away from her. Though she does hesitate at that last bit the other woman says, enough to blink a few times. ]

You'd rather stay here?