"Oh," says Gela faintly, halfway through his recollection. She knows which one he's speaking of. And he knows that she can't control this thing inside of her at all, that she had to ride along inside it as it loped through the woods, licking blood off its maw.
If only she had gone to Jude's world in the first place. At the time she felt violently relieved to have not but in hindsight, it would have made a good alibi.
Pushing for words, to respond, she blurts, "No. I don't want to. I think it has power over me."
Which is the closest she's ever come to really saying it, out loud. It's terrifying and exhilarating. Unknowingly, one of her hands has come to lay on her chest, palm pressing down as if trying to hold something in.
The rules in Jude's world were different. The wolf-like instincts in himself had felt separate from his own, but Marcus had been prepared to believe them in their explanations about what that was: an animal, born of the real world, as intrinsic to any of them as their own more human personalities.
Here, he knows it isn't so. That the likeliest explanation would be that of a young mage accessing shapechanging magics, but leaving herself open to spirits and demons who might exploit it. His study of her is careful, stern, but doesn't seem to bear judgment, if she were looking for it.
"There are those here who might help you," he says, quietly. "Whether you choose to engage in it again or not. Derrica has mastery over the conversing with spirits. She's from Rivain, where such traditions exist—the willing invitation of these kinds of beings. You know Adjei," everyone knows Adjei, "whose talents are distinct from the ones from this realm, but nevertheless, would provide you with empathy, and more, if you chose to pursue your magics."
He turns his cigarette to tap spent ash and ember into the crystal tray by his arm. "Enchanter Julius and myself have taught young mages before. And I know what it is to feel afraid of what I could do. If it's not why you came to Riftwatch, and chose to stay, you may wish to enter this reasoning into it."
Gela does a little flinch at the word because of how on the nose it is. That's how she thinks of it, possession, and for a moment she's certain what he says next will be an accusation of some kind because he has realised her lie but it doesn't come. She doesn't like this, she'd rather not be here and he most likely knows that, which is why his voice is gentle when he does keep talking.
"What if I want it to be gone?" Not understood, or empathised with. She's leaning forward in her chair, nauseous and hopeful, ignoring everything else he's just said. "Is that possible?"
She has seen healers... None of them ever say what she wants them to, but Gela does understand that hers is a rare circumstance.
Marcus answers first with a quiet, affirmative grunt, and it takes him longer to specify: "The Rite of Tranquility.
"Traditionally," he adds, in the tone of someone who is not recommending the thing he is saying. "Under the Circles, a mage could request to be severed from their own dreaming mind, their sense of empathy and ego, in exchange for sealing themselves from their magic and the demons that hunger for it. It's a steep price. I don't think I've ever met a mage who truly required it."
But that, says the harsh tap of the cigarette, is a whole other conversation, and he didn't compel Gela into his office to lecture her on the Circles and their politics of fear. He says, "I still haven't."
"I understand." Perfectly: it is not something she could ask for without raising eyebrows.
(But—if she had something severed in her mind, could a skilled sever-er not reach inside and cut the wolf out, leaving the rest of Gela in? She will ask somebody else about this, maybe check the library for more information. It seems like a lead.)
"I'll speak with Jude." This is the first bit of truth she's told him. Jude should know about all of this. Really, he should have known some time ago; she should have been brave. Now she'll be confiding to get him on side, which is terrible, but they respect each other, don't they, Jude and Marcus, so this much may satisfy Marcus enough to leave Gela to her own devices. It will buy her some time.
She chooses some more words, working through them carefully. "It's very kind of you to be concerned about me. I need to think on what I'd like to do before I try to speak with Enchanter Julius, or yourself, about practice taking place. Do you mind?"
Gela says that she will speak with Jude, and this is assuring. Also assuring: that she says (even if it's only to be polite, and what Diplomacy agent isn't adept at finessing a conversation, with the careful way she chooses her words) that he's been very kind. A better thing to be called than cold or intrusive or cruel, certainly. Oddly easy to convey those impressions, when attempting to do a kind thing. Or a right thing.
Marcus does not give much away, habitually, but there's some quality in accepting what she says even besides the nod that says he doesn't mind. Something he was seeking, and has been given.
"Very well," he says. "Seek me when you're ready."
That he may seek her before she is is a possibility, but not one he feels the need to articulate. Instead;
"Unless there's anything you require of me, you can go."
She tries not to scramble up from her seat, instead rising slowly from it, giving her skirts a patting down with her hands to remove imaginary dust. Marcus is a very stoic person. He is hard to glean any details from and she realises that she is envious of this trait, because she tried very hard to emulate it for years and failed. Gela is completely unable to wall herself off in the way that he does. Little parts of her will always peek through.
"Nothing for now; I'll call if anything occurs." That isn't really a lie. He's now the closest to the truth anybody has ever been, so if Gela has to say something to protect the people in the Gallows, he will be the one to hear it.
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If only she had gone to Jude's world in the first place. At the time she felt violently relieved to have not but in hindsight, it would have made a good alibi.
Pushing for words, to respond, she blurts, "No. I don't want to. I think it has power over me."
Which is the closest she's ever come to really saying it, out loud. It's terrifying and exhilarating. Unknowingly, one of her hands has come to lay on her chest, palm pressing down as if trying to hold something in.
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The rules in Jude's world were different. The wolf-like instincts in himself had felt separate from his own, but Marcus had been prepared to believe them in their explanations about what that was: an animal, born of the real world, as intrinsic to any of them as their own more human personalities.
Here, he knows it isn't so. That the likeliest explanation would be that of a young mage accessing shapechanging magics, but leaving herself open to spirits and demons who might exploit it. His study of her is careful, stern, but doesn't seem to bear judgment, if she were looking for it.
"There are those here who might help you," he says, quietly. "Whether you choose to engage in it again or not. Derrica has mastery over the conversing with spirits. She's from Rivain, where such traditions exist—the willing invitation of these kinds of beings. You know Adjei," everyone knows Adjei, "whose talents are distinct from the ones from this realm, but nevertheless, would provide you with empathy, and more, if you chose to pursue your magics."
He turns his cigarette to tap spent ash and ember into the crystal tray by his arm. "Enchanter Julius and myself have taught young mages before. And I know what it is to feel afraid of what I could do. If it's not why you came to Riftwatch, and chose to stay, you may wish to enter this reasoning into it."
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"What if I want it to be gone?" Not understood, or empathised with. She's leaning forward in her chair, nauseous and hopeful, ignoring everything else he's just said. "Is that possible?"
She has seen healers... None of them ever say what she wants them to, but Gela does understand that hers is a rare circumstance.
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"Traditionally," he adds, in the tone of someone who is not recommending the thing he is saying. "Under the Circles, a mage could request to be severed from their own dreaming mind, their sense of empathy and ego, in exchange for sealing themselves from their magic and the demons that hunger for it. It's a steep price. I don't think I've ever met a mage who truly required it."
But that, says the harsh tap of the cigarette, is a whole other conversation, and he didn't compel Gela into his office to lecture her on the Circles and their politics of fear. He says, "I still haven't."
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(But—if she had something severed in her mind, could a skilled sever-er not reach inside and cut the wolf out, leaving the rest of Gela in? She will ask somebody else about this, maybe check the library for more information. It seems like a lead.)
"I'll speak with Jude." This is the first bit of truth she's told him. Jude should know about all of this. Really, he should have known some time ago; she should have been brave. Now she'll be confiding to get him on side, which is terrible, but they respect each other, don't they, Jude and Marcus, so this much may satisfy Marcus enough to leave Gela to her own devices. It will buy her some time.
She chooses some more words, working through them carefully. "It's very kind of you to be concerned about me. I need to think on what I'd like to do before I try to speak with Enchanter Julius, or yourself, about practice taking place. Do you mind?"
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Marcus does not give much away, habitually, but there's some quality in accepting what she says even besides the nod that says he doesn't mind. Something he was seeking, and has been given.
"Very well," he says. "Seek me when you're ready."
That he may seek her before she is is a possibility, but not one he feels the need to articulate. Instead;
"Unless there's anything you require of me, you can go."
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She tries not to scramble up from her seat, instead rising slowly from it, giving her skirts a patting down with her hands to remove imaginary dust. Marcus is a very stoic person. He is hard to glean any details from and she realises that she is envious of this trait, because she tried very hard to emulate it for years and failed. Gela is completely unable to wall herself off in the way that he does. Little parts of her will always peek through.
"Nothing for now; I'll call if anything occurs." That isn't really a lie. He's now the closest to the truth anybody has ever been, so if Gela has to say something to protect the people in the Gallows, he will be the one to hear it.
"Have a good evening."