#blind magic

My assessment:

Probably a 4-6 depending on the topic?

On the one hand Ithadel cares so, so much. He takes joy in seeing other folk grow and succeed. He thinks the world can be a better place and genuinely believes that people could make it happen if they put their minds to it; does his best to be a part of that. He loves hugs and soft moments and the small beautiful things in the world, and he mourns when those things are lost.

On the other hand, Ithadel is... incredibly reserved. He doesn’t cry much; he has a very concrete opinion of what responses are useful from him vs. what responses ‘don’t help anyone,’ and does his absolute best to match that internal expectation of himself.

He’s also just... seen a lot of death and pain. He still always, always tries to prevent it, but his response when it does happen tends to be kind of muted and resigned. Death is an ending, to joy or suffering alike, and he treats it as such. He says farewell and moves on to the next thing.

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Answer to the ‘bonus’ questions below the cut! Tl;dr of those: Ithadel is a mess.

Scene Doodles | 3-12-21

“I’m sure there are a few famous leveled cities to answer your question of ‘why.’ You can’t tell me there weren’t innocents caught up in that. And you, my friend, are just one little girl.”

[Image description: A sketchy illustration of Clemcy and Masha arguing. Clemcy is in a human body, sitting crosslegged on the ground and gripping one forearm. Masha is leaning against a counter and scowling down at him. End ID.]

A scene from an rp thread with @blind--magic ! In which Clemcy and Masha were both very tired and very cranky. 😂

"Okay Google..." he pauses and listens to the phone as it activates, "Send a text to Lucan...'Scrambled eggs with tabasco sauce and toast.' Send. This is so inconvenient..." Arthur laid his head on the table as he heard Lucan's phone buzz. At the same time, the older Kingsmen took out his phone and read his cousin's breakfast request.

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“Mhm,” Masha nods, grinning “Relatable. Just so you know, I’d come visit you. Even if you didn’t put WiFi on your grave. Gotta have someone who can talks to ghosts to keep you company, right?”

Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

He rocks gently in the stool at his lab bench, jaw tight as he observed his test subjects under the microscope- if at went well, the experiment should be reaching the tipping point any moment- where viral infected bacterium will begin to burst and release their pathogen, quickly infecting and decimating the rest of the population. Its something he’d watched over and over again in countless different species and pathogens, all with a similar result. In an isolated environment, things will begin with just a handful of infected, the spread of the disease slow at first, until reach a tipping point of rapid infection and exponential growth, eventually ending in total decimation of the host species. The pathogen survives a while longer, but without new hosts, they too, perish.

He watches it all unfold once more in the dim laboratory within his home, thoughts of the decimating effects a foreign pathogen may have on a global scale- how only the most desperate of measure would have to be taken to stop it. Isolation. Slaughter. Burning everything down and leaving only the survivors to rebuild. A shame, what the future holds.

His attention jerks towards his ringing phone, the sudden noise causing a brief panic. He takes a moment and swallows, smoothing himself out before reaching for the phone, wearing bringing it to his ear.

Diamond takes his time settling his mules, making sure both that they won’t wander and that they’ll be comfortable for at least a few hours. He’s not sure how long this will take--he’s not sure what to expect at all, really.

But arriving to find the home of the apothecary he’s been purchasing supplies from for years reduced to little more than rubble had been more than a bit concerning. And the villagers’ sparse knowledge wasn’t exactly reassuring either, descriptions of screams in the night and a collapsed cottage doing little to help Diamond figure out what had happened. There shouldn’t be many forces in the area that could do that much damage to a sound building, not that quickly. If there’s any chance of lingering danger, Diamond wants to know about it.

Maria’s child is apparently still around, too. Diamond might not have had a close relationship with the family, but he’d liked the kid; she’d been curious and observant in equal measure, unafraid to engage with the world around her. If there’s any support he can give the family while he’s in town, he wants to at least offer it.

...Besides, he knows that Masha has some affinity for magic, that she’s able to see it with startling clarity. Diamond generally tries to keep an eye on fellow magic users when he can.

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“Path right in front of you should lead to the steps of the porch, then straight to the door. Sure you don’t want me to guide you up?”

“Quite sure. Thank you for the description, though,” Diamond says, straightening as he climbs out of the car. He might have taken the offer, in the city. But theoretically someone here is expecting his arrival, and the coming introduction has the potential to be… odd. No need to complicate matters with a complete stranger as a witness.

He bids the driver farewell and takes a moment to orient himself as he unfolds his cane. Leaves rustle around him in the faint breeze, and the morning air is brisk. He knows he’s put this off for far too long; Linast came back with a tale of a young medium named Masha months ago, during the height of this place’s summer. But there always seemed to be something urgent in the Spire that required his attention, and… quite frankly he’d lost track of time. 

Diamond finds the edge of the path and sets off towards the house. He has no real way of knowing whether this Masha is the one he met more than a decade ago, and he isn’t even sure which outcome he’s hoping for. On the one hand, he can admit to being curious where that kid’s character and abilities may have taken her; meeting her again would be a pleasure. And it’s certainly possible; this is the same realm, the same name, and from what Linast had described her abilities certainly sounded familiar as well. It’s very easy indeed for him to picture the child he’d met growing up to become the sort of person who’d respond to the situation Linast had been tangled in with competence and care.

On the other hand... it would be one heck of a coincidence. If this isn’t who he thinks it is, then simple coincidence it may indeed be—and he will gladly thank them for their time, wrap up any loose ends and offer reparation where he can, and move on. But if she is who he suspects… well. That is no longer the kind of ‘coincidence’ that Diamond is willing to trust.