eswareinmal | first arrow. ➳ voice. ( orb )

[ She practically threatened the old man out of her sight. ] Of course I have questions -- [ Desperate, horrifying ones. ] Prim! [ The voice rings out loudly over the orb's range of networking, the desperate shriek of a seventeen year old girl. The jabberjays have stopped. She's removed her hands from her ears, and she's discovered herself in a strange place with strange clothing. Everything is unfamiliar. And that can only mean one thing.

The Capitol has finally gotten to her. And probably her loved ones. ]

Peeta! [ She breathes raggedly. Like a scared animal. ] Where am I? What happened to them? [ The memory of the arena is fresh in her mind. Peeta, on the other side of the glass separating she and Finnick from the others as the jabberjays wreaked their havoc. The sounds of Prim and Gale screaming in voices that could only be brought on by torture. Surely they were dead. ]

I was in the arena! I was playing your damned Games! I did everything you asked me -- what did you do?! [ She has no idea to whom she is speaking. She's furious. She's terrified. She's yelling, and she's not going to stop yelling until she gets some answers. She wants them, now, and until she hears something soothing or receives a reasonable explanation for her whereabouts, she'll remain desperate.

And dangerous. ]

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Most worlds, from what I've gathered, don't except that this sort of thing is, um, possible. Well, I can hardly fault them for that. It's certainly not a phenomena that can really be documented.

How it works is magic. Sorry, but, um th-that really seems to be the case.

There's no such thing as magic. There's advanced technology that could do this, maybe. But magic isn't real. It's just in kids' stories that are in history books.

[...sigh. Giles just looks pained for a second, before taking off his glasses to fastidiously clean.]

I will assume, f-for the sake of argument, that there is no magic in your world and, um, it isn't just that you're unaware of it's existence.

Here, in this place? There is magic. Sorry, but there is. Not technology. Technology, um, has no place in fairy tales. Magic.

If there were magic where I'm from, I don't think the world would be the way it is.

[ That's a hard pill to swallow. Katniss steels herself and tries to maintain as much of a calm presence as she can. ]

How do things work on magic, then?

Well, um, first and foremost, things don't work on magic. Magic, um, works on things. For better or, um, or for worse.

To take an impossibly cliched example, if a magic user were to decide to turn you into a frog, they would use magic to do so. Precisely how varies from world to world but, um, the general principle seems to be the same.

So magic is used to do horrible things to people, then. It's not used for good. [ because being turned into a frog sounds horrible ]

...by and large, yes. [More people should expect that of magic, honestly.]

At the least, um, the good - and it can exist, in magic - is generally a lot harder to perform than the bad. And then, of course, there's, um, something of a neutral ground, such as locating lost objects.

But magic, in general, is used to do horrible things to your enemies, before horrible things can be done to you. If you're wary of it, you'll be better off.

If you've found yourself suddenly able to use it, I would advise you to seek out a teacher.

I haven't. I've gained armor and a sword. Nothing extraordinary. [ She pauses and thinks a little, brow furrowing. ] I guess that's a good thing, if it's so dangerous.

Have you gained the knowledge of how to use your new armor and sword?

Otherwise, those can be, um, rather dangerous in their own right.

I've had some training in weapons before, but I don't know them well. I'm used to a bow and arrow. I'll have to get one. [ She frowns, remembering Cato. ] I don't like swords.

If you don't intend on learning to use a sword, I wouldn't advise you carrying it around. Granted, um, you're generally unlikely to get attacked here in town, but...well, it's been known to happen.

[As the victim of one such attempt, Giles ducks his head and takes off his glasses to clean them.]

Suppose we could do with some archers, around the place. Not sure anyone else uses them regularly.

Known to happen? How often? [ It makes her nervous. Peacekeepers randomly beating -- lashing -- she cringes. No. She can't think about that. ]

I've used them all my life. I hunt.

Not terribly. Or, um, or at least, I've never heard of it happening to anyone else. [But, well...a great many people seem to dislike him, for some reason. It could just be that he's a seer - they always seem to have a bad reputation.]

Really, um, I would just generally advise not going out after dark. Especially not in the forest.

... But it's happened to you. Why? [ She wants to know how to avoid pissing people off like you did. ]

Not much game roams at night... But why shouldn't I go out?

Not into the forest. The Two Faced Forest tends to...change, at nice. Primarily, it becomes a good deal less friendly, and a great deal more populated with ferocious monsters.

Generally, they're kept back by a wall of thorns that grows up after sunset. But, um, that's not the case, come the new moon.

[Sorry, Katniss - informing you of upcoming danger comes first.]

Two-Faced Forest... [ It sounds ominous enough. ] Monsters? [ Hmm. Strange to call them that... ] What kind of monsters? [ She wonders if they're like muttations. ]

[ That's disconcerting. ] Predators are always more prominent when the moon's fullest, or empty. Any good hunter knows that.

If magic doesn't exit in your world, I'm, um, I'm not actually sure you'd recognize the names of them, even if I mentioned them. Still - we saw a chimera, and something that was, um, probably a roc. Of the overlarge predatory bird variety. Not the stone.

Didn't get a very good look at that one, though, since we managed to frighten it off before it could carry someone away.

... Birds are easy to kill. [ She says this in such a matter-of-fact way, as if no matter how large, she could take it down. She worries it would be like a Muttation, though, even if she doesn't show it. ] I've never heard of a chimera.

How did you frighten it?

A small typhoon, if I recall correctly.

...which is to say, um, magic.

first arrow. ➳ voice. ( orb )

O_o Wow, small blogsite. Hi!

RIGHT??? how are you toots?

Pretty good! Done a bit of game hopping. Pick up Tara, too.

oooh i bet you're brilliant at her ♥ and i'm glad we're running into each other again!

Me, too! o7 Hope you have fun here!

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