Neighbors (Satevis)

[Wrenmae]

"Reimancy," Wrenmae said quietly, remembering Sable, "Who initiated you...and why?" It was a question only understood by reimancers. The process was personal, almost intimate. At once agonizing like torture and sensuous like sex. The Res, the raw Djed of another mage infiltrated open wounds like wondering worms and burrowed through the soul of their intended. Wrenmae hadn't seen Sable in some time now, but he doubted there would be much trouble starting up conversation again when they met. A master to a student was a bond rarely breached, rarely broken, rarely fractured. Unlike Morphing or Hypnotism, a magic focused on self discovery and alteration, a reimancer was nothing without their teacher. Who was the first reimancer then? Who began it all? Was Satevis' reimancy a punishment or a gift? It could be both. "I have no past lives to draw on," Wrenmae lied, remembering the woman that awoke memories within himself. Whose were they? Who was he? So many minds all tossing and turning within his own psyche. Who was he to say what they were, who he was. No, he'd lost that right a long time ago. He was Wrenmae now. But he may not be tomorrow. "Just myself, I guess. My father taught me Malediction, and only hesitantly at that. I was...a sickly child and he didn't want me to hurt myself. My brother was better at it, strong, proud..." he trailed off. He remembered his brother, coughing above their sister's dying body. He remembered the curl of cigar smoke, that fair-faced God nodding in approval. Walking away. Wrenmae cleared his throat, thrusting the memories away from him with as much force as he could muster, anything to abate that painful journey back. Anything. "So you've been here awhile then, right? Do you have any other friends that might be taking similar practices? Erm, I mean, I'm pretty new and have yet to really get my feet under me. I don't mean to be strange or anything, but I'd like to meet your friends if you wouldn't mind introducing me...I mean," he paused, resisting the urge to backpeddle, "If that's ok, is what I was trying to say."

[Arcane]

Rewards and Treasure! Experience Points +1 Voiding +1 Familiary Lores Satevis the Student of Magic Satevis the Classmate Ethaefal's Racial Ability: Aging a Day Satevis' Magical Arsenal Zan's Unusual Brashness Miscellaneous n/a Comments Grading: This is for Wrenmae only, as Satevis is deemed to be inactive. Wrenmae, I am afraid that I cannot award more XP, since most of this is socialization. I have tried to award as many lores as I can though, to reflect what Wren learned out of this. I love the interaction between Wren and his familiar Although, I feel that Wren's use of voiding seem like an afterthought, like a "I'll just spam voiding as many times as I can in each thread to build it up". Perhaps, it could be the PC's personality that caused him to think in that way and therefore do it this way, but it's just a personal thought that it felt shoehorned. It's just a personal thing though, so don't worry too much about it. I felt that communication and transparency is important, which is why I mentioned this.