Orb: 19th of Rebirth’s Height

[demonsintheoven]

[[Snow is looking... oddly sober, yet utterly unfocused. Her eyes seem to have dulled and she's not quite looking at the orb directly.]]

It wouldn't change anything, would it? If you could go back in time... something else would go wrong. You'd spend every moment fixing and correcting and in the end, you'd never have gone back in time to fix the thing you'd broken so you'd undo it all.

[[No slurring, no real trailing off, no signs of an open bottle... totally sober. Weird.]]

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[consultmybooks]

[...there's a pause from Giles, and then he proceeds to massage his temples as though to chase away an oncoming headache. Because he does feel an oncoming headache.]

...never did for me. Um, don't know why anyone else should be so fortunate.

[demonsintheoven]

[[her face falls slightly]] You have it too...?

[consultmybooks]

I don't have anything except a distressing lack of corporeality. S-Sorry if I gave the impression otherwise. I just, um, have on occasion made the attempt to get drunk so, s-so things quiet down a bit.

[demonsintheoven]

[[a blink]]

... you're dead?

[[her head tilts slightly as she looks rather lost in thought a moment.]] Though the walls of worlds, leaving behind at the vale what had been left before... [[Her voice is quiet, sounding like she's quoting lines from a song]]

You're the guide, arn't you?

[consultmybooks]

I'm the...

[At this, Giles hurriedly shakes his head, even though Snow doesn't look as though she'd see the gesture at all. His tone of voice, however, is emphatic enough:] I'm, I'm not anything. Certainly nothing like that. Don't, don't trouble yourself about that.

[demonsintheoven]

[[she nods, head rolling forward just a touch]]

It isn't all gone yet.

[[says in an apologetic tone, as if that explains anything.]]

[consultmybooks]

What hasn't gone?

What is it that you're trying to get rid of?

[demonsintheoven]

What's in my head. This helps. [[She holds up her wrist where an gold bangle decorated in some off symbols is. Mind, she only has a general idea where the orb is so he's not getting a very good look at it.]]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles tries to tilt his head to get a better look at it, and then gives up, because it's just a bit too far to the edge of his view.]

Um, sorry, would you mind moving your hand to the right a bit? [It's the symbols that really interest him at the moment, and he can probably at least file them away to look into later.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[She obliges, just assuming that she missed where it should have been for him to see anything, but not really caring too much.

The symbols don't really look like anything legible, almost like a touch like Scandinavian runes written like Arabic script, mixed with something utterly alien.]]

[consultmybooks]

[...yep, nothing he's ever seen before. He'd ask her to translate, but...well, she's blind.

So, Giles tries another question.] That's, um, a fascinating series of charms. If you don't mind my asking, um, w-where did you get them?

[demonsintheoven]

[[and she wouldn't be able to even if she weren't.]]

There was an old man selling trinkets. He said it would help. First time anyone said that that it was true. [[her arm slumps back to her side]]

[consultmybooks]

[...um.]

A-An old man? H-Here in town, d'you mean? A peddler?

[demonsintheoven]

[[she nods]] The one who wanders under a curse.

[consultmybooks]

A-And the one who sells cursed objects besides!

[Pardon him if he sounds...more than a little alarmed, Snow.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[she just sort of shrugs, remarkably unconcerned about the whole thing.]] One person's curse is another's power.

[consultmybooks]

[A remarkable lack of concern that Giles, for his part, is now attributing to the presence of the cursed charms.]

Generally not for long, in my experience. [And, as far as cursed objects in general go, Giles does have some experience.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[she shrugs]] I've had this curse a very long time...

[consultmybooks]

What sort of a curse? As long as we've been talking, um, I'm afraid I still don't understand.

[Grudgingly and most of all belatedly:] ...s-sorry.

Even when sober, she makes no sense :)

[demonsintheoven]

The things in my head that don't go away and always come true. They were always there...

All in a day's work, for Giles

[consultmybooks]

"Don't go away and always..."

...you're a seer?

[demonsintheoven]

[[sigh sighs, head slumping slightly]] Yeah...

[consultmybooks]

["No wonder you're mad as a hatter", is Giles' first and very unkind although not entirely unsympathetic impulse to respond.]

...I'm sorry to hear that.

[demonsintheoven]

[[That and the drugs/excessive drinking she did to try and deal with them all.]]

But it's all right now. It's all gone. Can't see a thing. [[says with a tired laugh]]

[consultmybooks]

[It's not a reaction he's unfamiliar with. Seers in Giles' world tend to have a tough time of it, most especially because there never seems to be anything good to see.

...he still doesn't trust the charms, especially if they came from the same peddler who provided Sif her cursed hat. But...well...]

I'm happy for you.

[...] What did you say your name was?