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@spearofaishallah
Good morning, love.
The mornings were the best time to catch Ecthelion unguarded. Right now, for example, he was staring sleepily out of the window at a few chickadees who had braved the cold to find food, hair still tousled and ears just barely drooping. Lorene’s voice made him turn, then smile, hand coming up to cup Lorene’s face even as he smothered a yawn. “Good morning, thorongil.”
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spearofaishallah:
Ecthelion watched Eron seat herself with weary curiosity. Now that he was over his surprise, he could tell the woman was definitely not fae-they tended to look far more like other Asgardians than she did. He had only ever met one or two, but they had definitely been kin to elves and men, however distant. “I do. I do not know how long I would live without it, but it would likely be a painful wasting death.”
Her question made him blink, then close his eyes as he tried to figure out how to describe it. He was a linguist, not a poet. “I am a wind mage, so majyk feels like the wind to me. Free flowing, easy to divert, but powerful. It also feels…big, I suppose. I am poor at subtle workings. …Without it, right now, I feel tired in addition to my headache and nausea. It’s not so much like I have not eaten or slept as like I am missing something essential. …I’m sorry if this isn’t helpful; I’ve never had to describe it before.”
Eron gave him a smile. “It is alright, it is the same with us when we attempt to explain the Force to those who cannot feel it. We tend to describe it as imagine feeling another layer to the world. This layer is the Force. Everything that happens affects this layer: ranging from mere ripples to tremendous forces.”
She pondered for a moment. “The way you describe your majyk as like the wind…perhaps you can visualize the Force as the same. The two do not sound so different except for us…well, some wonder if the Force is not just an energy field but also a true living thing.”
A head tilt. “Perhaps let me extend a tendril of the Force to you and perhaps you can pick up on it.” A delicate hand raised and with a slow gesture, she called upon the Force. Like her own hand, it gently grazed over Echthelion’s own calloused hands.
"Majyk does what it will if it is not channeled. I would not be surprised if it is living.” But a layer, not a flow? That might be tricky...but then again, the air was only a layer, stacked above the ground...
He was so deep in thought that he didn’t realize his hands were being brushed by the Force and not an actual hand until he accidentally tried to channel it. It didn’t quite work, but his headache eased somewhat, making him blink owlishly at Eron. “...So that is the Force?”
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callsignmeteor:
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“…That is appreciated, and I will extend the same courtesy.” He paused, looking the man over, then added, “I might ask about the different races that populate your world later, though-I would like a rough idea of who I might be dealing with if I end up stuck here for a while.” He wasn’t going to be rude if he could help it-he had been taught better than that.
Despite that, he couldn’t help the surprise as the Twi’lek entered. His first thought was fae, but he’d never heard of fae having antennae like that. Still, when he spoke, his voice was just as polite as hers. “Master Eron, it is a pleasure to meet you. The Major mentioned that you may be able to help me sense this Force that permeates your world, and I believe that it may be something that I can use in place of my normal majyk source. If you are willing, I would appreciate the help.”
One of Eron’s lekku twitched in amusement. “I see, so you require a connection to the Force in order to survive?” She gave him a careful look over. “Well, you certainly do not look well…I will try my best.”
Maekrix and Elara retreated to the back of the tent to discuss something between themselves as Eron took a seat across from Ecthelion.
“It might help me to understand how to better help you if you can explain your connection to your own native…majyk you called it?”
Ecthelion watched Eron seat herself with weary curiosity. Now that he was over his surprise, he could tell the woman was definitely not fae-they tended to look far more like other Asgardians than she did. He had only ever met one or two, but they had definitely been kin to elves and men, however distant. “I do. I do not know how long I would live without it, but it would likely be a painful wasting death.”
Her question made him blink, then close his eyes as he tried to figure out how to describe it. He was a linguist, not a poet. “I am a wind mage, so majyk feels like the wind to me. Free flowing, easy to divert, but powerful. It also feels...big, I suppose. I am poor at subtle workings. ...Without it, right now, I feel tired in addition to my headache and nausea. It’s not so much like I have not eaten or slept as like I am missing something essential. ...I’m sorry if this isn’t helpful; I’ve never had to describe it before.”
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spearofaishallah:
Once he was more able to focus on things other than ‘where am I’ and ‘my head hurts,’ Ecthelion would be somewhere between grateful for and suspicious of the lack of questions. He always got questions, and even if he didn’t answer with anything more than ‘none of your business,’ he still preferred to at least get it out of the way.
He looked up a bit as the Sergeant left, then settled, grateful that he wasn’t required to move. The Major’s words didn’t get a twitch out of him, but he responded nonetheless, voice barely a murmur. “Quiet is unappreciated in its own time, I think.”
“If you’re wondering why I’m not grilling you harder, I’m inclined to only question people to get information that I need. Not information to satisfy idle curiosity. Everyone’s entitled to their own business.”
Maekrix spoke without straightening from his position, his hands clasped over his eyes. His own business was something he did not discuss with anyone outside of a very tight circle.
There was a quiet motion as the flap of the tent was pulled aside again and Elara appeared once again. This time with a guest. Following close behind her with elegant steps was a blue skinned Twi’lek dressed in humble robes of warm colors. Soft lavender eyes looked at Echthelion with mild curiosity.
“Master Eron, this is the guest I told you about.”
The Twi’lek bowed gently and when she spoke, her voice was soft and cultured. “Hello Echthelion, I heard that you are in need of some assistance?”
"...That is appreciated, and I will extend the same courtesy.” He paused, looking the man over, then added, “I might ask about the different races that populate your world later, though-I would like a rough idea of who I might be dealing with if I end up stuck here for a while.” He wasn’t going to be rude if he could help it-he had been taught better than that.
Despite that, he couldn’t help the surprise as the Twi’lek entered. His first thought was fae, but he’d never heard of fae having antennae like that. Still, when he spoke, his voice was just as polite as hers. “Master Eron, it is a pleasure to meet you. The Major mentioned that you may be able to help me sense this Force that permeates your world, and I believe that it may be something that I can use in place of my normal majyk source. If you are willing, I would appreciate the help.”
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“…That would actually be much appreciated. If they can help me feel the Force, I may be more able to tap into it.” He didn’t know, but at this point, he would take anything that would get rid of this headache. “And that tends to be the reaction of most when there are powerful people around.”
The quietude of the rain made him consider seeing if he could go outside, but he decided against it after a particularly nasty throb. “I hope so, though I think my tolerance may be far lower than yours. For some reason, this headache has made my ears oversensitive.”
Honestly, Echthelion’s ears had made Maekrix curious, but he knew better then to ask about another person’s scars. Sometimes they were reminders of things best left private. He knew that much with the collection of scars he himself had gathered.
The rain had finally died down to a drizzle, though cracks of thunder were still heard. “Elara, can you see if Master Eron is around? I think she’s the best person for this job.”
His wife nodded at him as she pulled the flap of the tent aside and disappear out into the darkness. His task of cleaning his weapons done, the trooper leaned back.
“…sometimes its nice to just have quiet amidst the chaos.” He appeared to be speaking to himself more then to his guest.
Once he was more able to focus on things other than ‘where am I’ and ‘my head hurts,’ Ecthelion would be somewhere between grateful for and suspicious of the lack of questions. He always got questions, and even if he didn’t answer with anything more than ‘none of your business,’ he still preferred to at least get it out of the way.
He looked up a bit as the Sergeant left, then settled, grateful that he wasn’t required to move. The Major’s words didn’t get a twitch out of him, but he responded nonetheless, voice barely a murmur. “Quiet is unappreciated in its own time, I think.”
“I do, actually. Now that I can think somewhat clearly, I believe my current symptoms are due to an inability to access the Gaia flow. My people need it in order to survive.” The click made him wince a bit, but he made no comment. It wasn’t the human’s fault that he was being oversensitive.
The question got a thoughtful frown followed by a slow nod. “I believe so. I will not be able to tell until I can tap into it, but that will hopefully happen soon. And I am not surprised that you do not have a true form of that-Psionics are peculiar to elves and their kinfolk. I personally am a wind mage, not a Psionic, so I cannot say much more on the subject.” He could, actually, but he didn’t much want to. Eos was not a pleasant topic for him to think about.
“Hm, well, I could try getting one of the Jedi around here to help you out. They’ll be of more help to you then me. I’m just a human being who happens to be good with these,” Maekrix said wiggling the sidearm in his hand. “I don’t know much about that other stuff other then being glad when its on our side versus the other.”
The drone of the rain outside had died down a bit, from a roar to more of a quiet hum.
“Shouldn’t be too long now until we can get a lull we can tolerate.”
“...That would actually be much appreciated. If they can help me feel the Force, I may be more able to tap into it.” He didn’t know, but at this point, he would take anything that would get rid of this headache. “And that tends to be the reaction of most when there are powerful people around.”
The quietude of the rain made him consider seeing if he could go outside, but he decided against it after a particularly nasty throb. “I hope so, though I think my tolerance may be far lower than yours. For some reason, this headache has made my ears oversensitive.”
“Like I said, I’ve had worse.” Fortunately, Mercurymon was both gentle and competent, and soon Ecthelion could take the ends of the bandages and tie them off.
“I see.” He gave the bandages a last tug, then looked out over the lake. “I would say that Asgard is similar enough with respect to one’s ability to learn by wandering, but it is very much a natural world. Neither humans nor elves nor dwarves have changed it much, even despite our grandest cities. No doubt the land would take offense if we were to overreach ourselves.”
“I see, it sounds fascinating,” Mercurymon mused to himself as he finished tightening the bandages. That is when he felt the familiar tingle that told him that finally, he had realigned his tether back to his own world.
“And good timing, I do believe I can finally go home. Which I probably should, my love is no doubt worried about me. Even if she pretends not to be.”
“It is.” He was about to say more, but Mercurymon’s words made him stop and blink. A moment later, a warm, gentle smile spread across his face.
“That’s good. No-one should have to worry about someone they love for long.” He slowly climbed to his feet, wincing a bit, then bowed slightly. “I hope your return is safe, and thank you for your help. It is much appreciated.”
Ecthelion watched Maekrix start taking apart the rifle, using the distraction as a way to ignore his headache. It didn’t work very well, but when the human started speaking, he managed to push it away and listen. Despite it not being linguistics, it was still interesting, and more importantly, it might be necessary for him to know.
“…I think these Dark and Light sides are not all that akin to the Light and Dark majyk of my world. They sound more like Psionics, in fact.” He sighed softly, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple, then added more softly, “I know well the dangers that madness and majyk can produce, however, and I do not blame your Jedi for preaching control. The other option is…frightening, to say the least, and I would not wish it on any people.”
He shook his head slightly, grimacing as the motion increased his headache, then opened his eyes again. “Nevertheless, the Force, as you call it, does not seem to be too different from the Gaia flow of my own world. I think I will be able to make use of it, if nothing else.” Which was a relief, because he would rather not waste away if he ended up stuck here for more than a few days.
“More power to you if you can make use of it…though from your tone, it almost sounds like you NEED this kind of thing.”
A sharp click as the rifle was reassembled and Maekrix next was working on his side arm.
“This Gaia of yours is like the Force? And Psionics…well, we don’t really have any true form of that to my understanding. The Jedi insist its not the right term to apply to their own abilities.”
“I do, actually. Now that I can think somewhat clearly, I believe my current symptoms are due to an inability to access the Gaia flow. My people need it in order to survive.” The click made him wince a bit, but he made no comment. It wasn’t the human’s fault that he was being oversensitive.
The question got a thoughtful frown followed by a slow nod. “I believe so. I will not be able to tell until I can tap into it, but that will hopefully happen soon. And I am not surprised that you do not have a true form of that-Psionics are peculiar to elves and their kinfolk. I personally am a wind mage, not a Psionic, so I cannot say much more on the subject.” He could, actually, but he didn’t much want to. Eos was not a pleasant topic for him to think about.
“Much of Asgard is yet wild, too. We don’t really have any ‘machine-based areas’ because machines are simply not common.” He had been quite astounded when he had first seen a car, in fact, despite being several hundred years old at that point.
He got his shirt off, then frowned as he looked at the bandages. “…Mercurymon, would you mind helping me wrap these around my side? I’ll tell you if they’re too tight or not tight enough.”
“Certainly, forgive me if I do cause you unnecessary pain.” Long and elegent fingers took the bandages from the Elf and began to wrap under the Elf’s direction.
“The Digital World is one of contrast as I have already mentioned. For all the places that display Nature and the primal foces, there are equally mechanized areas as well. One can always learn something new if they wander enough.”
“Like I said, I’ve had worse.” Fortunately, Mercurymon was both gentle and competent, and soon Ecthelion could take the ends of the bandages and tie them off.
“I see.” He gave the bandages a last tug, then looked out over the lake. “I would say that Asgard is similar enough with respect to one’s ability to learn by wandering, but it is very much a natural world. Neither humans nor elves nor dwarves have changed it much, even despite our grandest cities. No doubt the land would take offense if we were to overreach ourselves.”
Ecthelion’s expression of bafflement turned to one of slight irritation as the spears were called ‘primitive.’ Sûlthel was a finely wrought piece of craftsmanship, and one that her smith had taken great pride in-there was nothing primitive about her. But all he said was, “I will look once my head has stopped its pounding.”
“…The Force? …That does not sound like any sort of majyk I know.” Ecthelion blinked slowly at the major, then added, “Unless you have other duties, perhaps you could explain? It might take my mind off of this damnable headache.” At the very least, it couldn’t add to it-he was fairly certain this was as bad as it could get.
“I got time. like I said earlier. Not much to do until the storm passes.” A crack of thunder reinforced his words. “Just equipment maintenance at this point.” His rifle rested across his knees as practiced hands pulled it apart to clean.
“The Force is…man its still kind of a mystery to me despite my fair experience with the people who use it. Jedi and Sith, good and bad respectively. One of my good friends is a Jedi Master and he’s tried to explain it to me.”
Maekrix fiddled with the rifle a bit to gather his thoughts. “The Force is like this…energy field that all things are connected to. Force sensitives are people who are able to sense and with enough sensitivity, use the Force.. I’ve seen them do some pretty spectacular things from moving objects, enhancing their physical ability, sensing the intentions and thoughts of people…the list is long.”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Jedi are basically Force users who only use the Light side. They preach constraint and control…though I don’t think I agree with their idea that they have to be distant from their emotions to the point they even discourage love from what I’ve been told.”
At least Iacho just seem disinterested in the idea versus being against it.
“Sith on the other hand delve full head into their emotions and that’s why they tend to channel the Dark Side. They use too much of it with little to no concern as to holding themselves back…I’ve seen what the ones who’ve been tapping into that well too long tend to look like…”
Ecthelion watched Maekrix start taking apart the rifle, using the distraction as a way to ignore his headache. It didn’t work very well, but when the human started speaking, he managed to push it away and listen. Despite it not being linguistics, it was still interesting, and more importantly, it might be necessary for him to know.
“...I think these Dark and Light sides are not all that akin to the Light and Dark majyk of my world. They sound more like Psionics, in fact.” He sighed softly, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple, then added more softly, “I know well the dangers that madness and majyk can produce, however, and I do not blame your Jedi for preaching control. The other option is...frightening, to say the least, and I would not wish it on any people.”
He shook his head slightly, grimacing as the motion increased his headache, then opened his eyes again. “Nevertheless, the Force, as you call it, does not seem to be too different from the Gaia flow of my own world. I think I will be able to make use of it, if nothing else.” Which was a relief, because he would rather not waste away if he ended up stuck here for more than a few days.
“A rift. They’re not really my area of expertise, so I can’t tell you more than that.” Ecthelion was a linguist, not a scientist, and honestly, he didn’t much care about the minutiae of how he had arrived here. He just wanted this headache to pass.
The critical look got a wary one back, but the Major’s words distracted him. “However and whenever. I really don’t know if I will be here a day or a year-I have never Strayed before, nor known someone who has.” He sighed, then added, “Provided this place has something similar to the magical flow that Gaia has, though, I should be able to be of use. …Especially if you happen to have a spear lying around.” A vain hope, perhaps, but one he could at least express.
“Hm, well. We’ve been confiscating some of the weapons from the Massani.” At the clueless look, Maekrix elaborated. “The native species here, big and mean. They also still use primitive weapons.” He pulled back the flap of the tent and pointed at another outside. “We’ve been storing them there if you want to take a look when the storm has a lull.”
Elara meanwhile busied herself at a nearby terminal, typing up a report. “Sir, the others are stuck at other camps.”
“Got it.” He turned his attention back to his guest. “Um…well, I dunno anything about magic. I mean the closest thing I can think of that fits that description is the Force.”
Ecthelion’s expression of bafflement turned to one of slight irritation as the spears were called ‘primitive.’ Sûlthel was a finely wrought piece of craftsmanship, and one that her smith had taken great pride in-there was nothing primitive about her. But all he said was, “I will look once my head has stopped its pounding.”
“...The Force? ...That does not sound like any sort of majyk I know.” Ecthelion blinked slowly at the major, then added, “Unless you have other duties, perhaps you could explain? It might take my mind off of this damnable headache.” At the very least, it couldn’t add to it-he was fairly certain this was as bad as it could get.
“That may be a good idea, especially if you plan on going anywhere else that forces you into this form.” It was good to know what your body required of you, after all. That way, you didn’t end up doing something that could hurt it.
When they reached the lake, Ecthelion sat with a groan, then started working at getting off his tunic and pulling out bandages. At Mercurymon’s words, though, he blinked and looked up. “It does? How so?”
“Much of the Digital World is still…how shall I put it, wild? Vasts forests and wild places versus cities and such. Most of us Digimon live simple lives aside from perhaps the machine based areas.”
He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I happen to be the guardian of the a place known as Steel Town. Yet surrounding us is vast forest.”
A small grin.
“It is an interesting contrast. It reminds us how the primal forces are still very much in power in our world.”
“Much of Asgard is yet wild, too. We don’t really have any ‘machine-based areas’ because machines are simply not common.” He had been quite astounded when he had first seen a car, in fact, despite being several hundred years old at that point.
He got his shirt off, then frowned as he looked at the bandages. “...Mercurymon, would you mind helping me wrap these around my side? I’ll tell you if they’re too tight or not tight enough.”
“That is useful.” He would not say that fleeing was cowardly, because oftentimes, it was better than fighting. He just tended to stand and fight because he was strong enough to.
The question made him blink, then smile slightly. “It gives me a relatively safe place to rest and make sure I will survive the trek back to the city. I have some bandages here that I can use to wrap the injury, which will help stabilize the bone and keep it from moving.” He wasn’t a healer, but he’d picked up enough knowledge to treat his most common injuries, something for which he was quite grateful.
“Oh that makes sense. I really should do more study upon flesh and blood physiology. So vastly different from my own.” Soon enough the lake that had been mentioned could be seen.
Merc tilted his head as he carefully look around. “…oddly, this reminds me of home…”
“That may be a good idea, especially if you plan on going anywhere else that forces you into this form.” It was good to know what your body required of you, after all. That way, you didn’t end up doing something that could hurt it.
When they reached the lake, Ecthelion sat with a groan, then started working at getting off his tunic and pulling out bandages. At Mercurymon’s words, though, he blinked and looked up. “It does? How so?”
“I see. I’m afraid to say I’m not that extensively traveled even on my own planet, so I can’t say that I am.” The only reason he had traveled as much as he had was because of his self-exile, and even then, he had mostly limited himself to the northern reaches of the continent.
Ecthelion took another sip of the water, then sighed softly at the question and started to rub his temple again. “I stepped through a rift. One moment I was walking down the street and the next I was on my knees in the jungle. I definitely did not intend to come here, and as soon as I can return home, I will.” Admittedly, he had no clue when that would be, but hopefully he wouldn’t die in the meantime.
“A…rift? Like a portal or something?” Sounded crazy but…Havoc Squad had seen a lot of crazy. This was just another to add to the pile. “Well, you story matches up with…everything else.”
Elara nodded in agreement. “It is very clear he is not an Imperial or a Revanite. And certainly not one of us.” She gave a critical look over the ears especially.
Maekrix shrugged. “Well, I don’t think there’s any harm with letting him stay here with us until he goes home…however that happens. If anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with me. Not like we have much else to do until the storm passes.”
Nobody wanted to argue with the legendary Major and Commander of Havoc Squad.
“A rift. They’re not really my area of expertise, so I can’t tell you more than that.” Ecthelion was a linguist, not a scientist, and honestly, he didn’t much care about the minutiae of how he had arrived here. He just wanted this headache to pass.
The critical look got a wary one back, but the Major’s words distracted him. “However and whenever. I really don’t know if I will be here a day or a year-I have never Strayed before, nor known someone who has.” He sighed, then added, “Provided this place has something similar to the magical flow that Gaia has, though, I should be able to be of use. ...Especially if you happen to have a spear lying around.” A vain hope, perhaps, but one he could at least express.
