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@zeitnehmer
"I'm just a girl...trying to bend the Hands of Time."
Zeitnehmer
Independent Fantasy Roleplay Blog
An awkward, scatterbrained mage with a heart of gold
Based on the Theldin setting written by @xanican-exile
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"I don't think so?" She said after a moment of thought. "We uh... We're supposed to beat people up. I dunno? If there's... If there's stuff to take worth money I vote we just take it." She said. "And more bodies means more people can carry stuff." She said after a moment. "How's that sound?"
"...Sure, whynot, at least for now."
Jeane's stomach rumbled, and she sighed, standing up.
"Let's go...beat up some poor people for their money, I guess." What a sentence...
"I might owe you nothing, and what you can offer in return might be very little from your perspective. That said, it does very well sound like you need someone to care about your failures. Regardless who it is."
Astra took another moment to think before she continued. "So from here onward. I, Astra Desola. Princess of a distant nation. Declare that I care if you fail to obtain your fullest potential from your studies. Take it as both encouragement and a burden to drive you forward and upward."
For a moment, Jeane just sat there, equal parts confused and worried.
Then, she sighed through her nose.
"...You don't even know what I'm studying." It was the last, tiny defense she had. Though, she did add to the statement, offering something of an explanation.
"...Time." Jeane's voice was resigned, almost, and she opened her notes back up. "I am studying the effects of time magic. And its applications."
The humans glared at her. One of them spoke, "You a demon lover, woman? Did the palademon seduce you with his charms?"
The tiefling addressed her, "Please don't bring strife to yourself on my account, milady." There was a look of pleading in his red eyes. Clearly he'd been through this before...
"Demon-lover?" She balked at the term, "Oh yes, and you would know all about loving demons, wouldn't you? Given your own proclivities. I'll have you know that no, I don't consort with demons, and I sure as hell don't bother with scum of the earth who think it alright to shove a person around because of what they look like!"
Saph offered her hand to Jeane. "Do you mind violence?" She asked. "I'm Saph... And... I'm hungry." She slumped down shaking Jeanes head with her face in the table. "There's some kinda... Ruin not too far. Shrine? I dunno. Its in a weird spot. If we do stuff to clear out the monsters there they'll pay us." She only lifted her face up once she finished talking.
Hungry. Saph was hungry.
"Depends against whom and for what reason..." Jeane shook her hand, then pulled it back, eyes narrowing.
"...Are we about to go grave-robbing...?" She sighed, but then her stomach rumbled, and Jeane winced.
She was not inclined to turn this down...
CRASH! There was the sound of glass breaking from the town square. An armored tiefling with ashen purple skin and red eyes brought his shield up to protect himself from a bottle thrown at his face.
"The next one will be a firebomb if you show up around here again, tail-swisher!" said the assailant, a human man.
"Uh, don't think fire hurts 'em that much, boss," said another.
The tiefling addressed the humans, "I don't wish to bring harm..."
"Yeah? Too bad your other demon friends didn't get the memo. Beat it!"
Jeane frowned as she heard the commotion, and looked up. She spotted the humans, one of them even—oh my gods! One of them just threw a bomb at the one in red!
Physical traits did not allow this sort of behavior. Jeane shot up, and moved to intervene.
"That is quite enough!" She huffed, "if you've got time to be hurling firebombs at a man based on his countenance, then I invite each of you to take a glance in the mirror and then hurl firebombs at yourselves! It would be a much better use of your time!"
Somewhere, in the back of Jeane's mind, she realized this was a bad idea, but frankly, she didn't care.
This kind of behavior could not be allowed.
"...Very well. If you really feel so deeply about it."
Astra gave a sigh, she knew there was the potential to meet other magic students from all walks of life. Though, Jeane was the first one to make her realize that someone could come from a place. That could feel as such of an opposite to what she might consider worthy of envy.
"I am Astra Desola. It is a pleasure make your acquaintance, Jeane Lysenault." She greeted back, taking a moment to think it over. Clearly Jeane needed some uplifting, and despite Jeane finding Astra as a bit of an opposite. Perhaps she could awake Jeane as a bit of a rival?
"I know we just met, but would you find it ridiculous if I told you I would care if you failed?"
Jeane paused at this. Her brow furrowed, and she seemed to be like a set of wheels stuck in mud, set to spinning and spinning away. She opened her mouth and closed it several times. Finally, as she stared at Astra, she managed some words.
"That...would...make...no...sense?" She tilted her head, "...Why? Why would you care if I failed? I...you owe me nothing, and I can offer you very little, not even the comforts of friendship or rivalry. Why would you care? Pity?"
Jeane didn't seem upset, just confused, curious.
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Jeane was spending her day in a surprising level of comfort. She was outside at the nearby park, with one of her notebooks open to one of her more experimental glyph patterns. She was studying it with some intensity, running calculations in her head about how this might function if certain aether levels were run through it.
Jeane had no indication that someone, anyone, was approaching her...
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Jeane wasn't one for legalities overmuch; she tended to try and avoid the law if she could help it, but in this particular instance, well...
It really hadn't been her fault. A local lawman had an issue with her father, which was fair. She didn't exactly like the guy, either. But that didn't mean they had to just arrest her!
So here she sat, sad and in a jail cell, charged with a petty theft she didn't commit. She looked up when she heard someone approaching her cell door, and looked for all the world like she was the saddest little puppy in the whole world.
Jeane was joined by another hungry traveler. She sat at the table and flumped down with a whump.
"Hey... The tavernkeeper said the poors sit together." Saph grumbled. "Are you out of money too?" Her stomach also growled. "Cause... I am... Bleh." She flumped face down on the table. "I have a job though... Do you mind some work that might be less than perfectly savory?"
The poors?! That was so meeeean! Even if it was true...
"Uh...depends on the kind of work. But so long as it doesn't get weird, suuuuuure?" Jeane doesn't...sit up, exactly, but she does slowly re-solidify into something resembling Jeane-shape. "I'm Jeane..."
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Jeane was walking down the road, examining her latest trinket, a crystal of polished, well-cut emerald hue. It was from a monster that had grown the thing in its gut. Normally, Jeane might be opposed to the use of such a thing, but she had taken to testing it as a kind of mobile container for aether as some had suggested, and it had been shockingly successful at that. So, she was walking along, trying to figure out just why that was, when-
"Oof!"
Jeane gasped, having been barreled into by a man with an enormous sword on his back. So fiercely had she been jostled that the crystal shot up into the air.
Letting out something akin to a screech, Jeane scrambled comically to try and catch the thing, and just barely got her fingers around the thing. Pulling the crystal close, Jeane rounded on the man.
"HEY! Watch where you're..."
She was, admittedly, startled by a few things. First, the sword on the man's back was embedded with crystals similar to the one in her hands. Secondly, and of less significance but no less striking, was the fact that this man was very, very pretty. Pretty enough to make her blink and stop yelling, for the moment.
"What happened to the last components I got you?" Venix looked at her with a raised brow. He knew that tone of voice and that look on her face all too well. Jeane had a habit of throwing good sense out the window when something sparkly managed to catch her attention.
"I thought you were all stocked up for the week."
Jeane huffed, almost kicking the dirt under her boots like a child.
"I didn't lose them or anything," she whined, "And I mean, I am stocked up, but...but...but it's a rare component. I could maybe use it for something big..."
Maybes, mights, these weren't exactly compelling ways of convincing Venix to let her buy the thing. Jeane seemed to sink down lower upon realizing that, herself. She huffed and squeezed her staff close.
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Jeane was lying slumped across a table, looking exhausted and feeling like she was, once more, in a pickle.
"Bwehh..." She sighed, staring at her depressingly-flat coinpurse. She hadn't budgeted correctly and had spent her coin on impulse purchases of spell components. She told herself they were useful, but...
Well. Her stomach growling disagreed. And so there she lay, sad and goopy in a tavern.
"Ah-" Astra would let out, curious herself. Definitely seeing how the other girl considered the situation envious. Perhaps she was unaware that not everything about such things was a blessing?
"It is both encouraging, and a heavy burden all at once. Seeing how the people believing and counting on me is more out of necessity than willingly. Seeing how my ancestors had caused disaster for themselves and their people long ago."
She then temporarily pondered over what to say next. Before continuing. "I have the ability to change things for the better, but with that. If something terrible were to happen due to my actions. All the hopes and dreams people have in me would certainly crash down the moment they learn of it."
"...And yet. I cannot help but envy it."
All but against her will, Jeane's truest confession tumbled out of her. She squeezed her fingers around her book, holding it close like a shield.
"I cannot help but envy the feeling of others who care about you. I cannot help but envy that even though there is the risk of all that expectation crashing down on your head, you still have others who would care if that happened. Who would care if you failed."
Jeane went terribly silent at that, and her fingers curled tighter around the binding of her book.
"...Forgive me, my name is Jeane Lysenault." Lysenault. The family whose patriarch had disgraced himself and his entire house by making wild, false claims about how he had discovered chronomantic magic.
And therein lay the kicker: no one cared if Jeane succeeded or not. It constantly nagged at her. She craved those expectations, if only so she had something lifting her upwards.
Astra didn't mind the silence between them, but every now and then she noticed how the other woman seemed to both avoid looking at her. Yet, still felt like she was being stared at? It made her feel a bit of tension, regardless if it was intentional or not.
As for what she was focused on. Before and after entering the coach, she had a tome she was reading and flipping pages through. A small, quiet hum in her throat as she examined the text. Eyes scanning down each page before another flip to the next.
After she entered the coach alongside Jeane, a few minutes in she closed the tome. Slipping it into her bag, before pulling out a notebook to start writing down various different things. Most of it was just common language, but there were different symbols related to aether as well.
She then turned to look at Jeane, who had an expression that made it look like she was hiding some sort of nervousness. "Is something the matter?" She asked, deciding to break the ice since part of her was starting to feel a tiny bit anxious as well.
Jeane's fingers paused as Astra asked if anything was awry. How could she explain? How could she tell the other girl why the very sight of her made Jeane so fucking angry it was almost a physical pain? Perhaps there was a way, slowly, perhaps-
"...What does it feel like to have people who believe in you, I wonder?" The words tumbled from Jeane's lips, "To have people who are counting on you?"
...Curses. Curse Jeane and her inability to have a filter, curse her and her damned brain, full of perishable thoughts. Jeane quietly shut her book and looked out the window, pretending she wasn't angry with herself.
"...Forgive my bluntness," she hastily added, "Call me curious, if you'd like. Envious, if we're not being so charitable." Her eyes, crimson, symbols of disaster in her people's culture...just like Astra's. Another similarity. If Jeane didn't know any better, she'd say it was the gods' way of being humerous.
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Jeane didn't like visiting medics of any kind, really; she was used to her father's servants taking care of her. But...well. Venix had insisted. She was feverish and neither of them knew why, and once again, Venix had to be the responsible one.
Quietly, Jeane shifted from one foot to the other, hands squeezed around her staff. She stood in front of a door, face red, head burning. She was, admittedly, swaying slightly.
When the door opened she bowed her head.
"I'm...I'm here to meet Doctor Kagehira? I...I have coin..." no appointment, though. She didn't have time to make one.
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"..."
There is a moment, staring at Astra, where Jeane feels a strange swirl of emotions, some familiar, some far less so. Jeane's hands tighten around her staff with such intensity that she can hear the leather of her gloves creaking.
Her face betrays nothing, except for the fact that she is staring at poor Astra with white-hot intensity. How can she not? Astra is someone else, with expectations, with responsibility riding on her. Jeane can tell by the way she carries herself; that, and rumors she's heard about this girl in passerby eavesdropping. But unlike Jeane, people seem to speak about this one with reverence; they believe in Astra. It is incredibly fascinating to Jeane...
...it also makes Jeane want to scream with rage. How dare she; how dare she be the type who people care about, how dare she be one that people can actually believe in. How dare this girl be good enough, how dare sh-
"Coach for you, miss!"
The voice shakes Jeane out of her thoughts; it's a young man, whose whole duty is to find coaches for students from the various academies that frequent this place. He motions to a carriage, and with a blink, Jeane picks up her bag and moves to step into the carriage. Her hands move quickly, separating her staff into several pieces meant to fit together. Jeane shoves each piece into her bag with practiced speed, before she steps into the coach. She settles, and hears someone else enter the carriage. Jeane looks up, and-
It's her. Jeane stares at Astra, blinking. One of her eyes twitches, but otherwise, her face is frighteningly flat and devoid of expression. Jeane reaches into her bag, taking out her notebook and opening it to the most recent page. On the lefthand page are categorized depictions of each glyph she has been able to discover thus far. On the page opposite the depictions of the glyphs is a table of named glyph types, their corresponding temporal effects--haste or slow--the duration of each effect, and the strength of each effect relative to its duration.
In short, it's very technical. But it doesn't really matter, because Jeane isn't staring at her notes, not really. Oh, her head is down, but she's staring at this girl, Astra, out of her periphery. Jeane's lips pull into a thin line, but she says nothing.
