[IC] Tributary Continuations

[twicebonded]

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[twicebonded]

[oh. that's gonna distract him good, yeah. he straightens up!!]

Oh—

[abardacttofollow]

[smiles shyly aside at him] If Lark thinks this person can help...

[patronsaintofliars]

[watching them fondly]

. . . I do. You actually met his husband already, I think?

[knocking at Hen House's door. or, lifting her hand to do so, at least. who knows if Kimmie's gonna be weird about this.]

[psionicmolotov]

[ He does let her knock before opening the door, at least. He allows that much courtesy.

He is, however, opening the door via psionics rather than with his hands, so he's in one of the sitting room's chairs with a book. He glances over all of them, his gaze sharpening at the two strangers. ]

Who will I be inspecting?

[abardacttofollow]

Oh! You're Jarlaxle's husband? It's a pleasure to meet you.

[gently nudges Van forward] We think he might have mind magic and we want to make sure he's shielding properly, if so?

[twicebonded]

[tenses up slightly but trying to not Show Fear in front of Stef. unfortunately,,]

. . . ah, yes. I—want to know what's going on. And how to not hurt anybody by accident.

[patronsaintofliars]

Also hello, Kimmie.

This is Clef, and Lyric.

[psionicmolotov]

[ His expression softens, almost imperceptibly and briefly, at the mention of Jarlaxle. It is soon back to impassiveness, though. ]

Ah, yes. Jarlaxle lent the two of you some clothing before. [ Putting twinks in kigus etc. ]

Sit. I do not know how it will take you - I doubt you are from my world.

[abardacttofollow]

I'd doubt it too...

[sits, tugging Van down with him. Not letting go.]

[patronsaintofliars]

[Lark's just going to watch quietly unless needed, though she's watching carefully]

[twicebonded]

[squeezing Stef's hand in return, but sitting up straight to look at Kimmuriel evenly]

I'm willing to learn.

[psionicmolotov]

[ Kimmuriel looks between the two of them, and then reaches out to touch Van's forehead. ]

Try to relax. It will feel strange. [ And then he touches the man's mind, attempting to enter it. He is being gentler than he usually is, in adherence to what Lark had asked of him; it is a request rather than his usual battering-ram tactics. ]

[abardacttofollow]

[not really able to do anything to help here, just holding on to Vanyel and trying to broadcast reassurance.]

[twicebonded]

[Vanyel flinches a little at the intrusion, gentle as it is]

[—a mug on the table smashes itself to smithereens]

[psionicmolotov]

[ He makes an annoyed clicking sound with his tongue. ]

You have no control. That is no good. Are you frightened of your power?

[abardacttofollow]

[quietly watching and holding on, glancing between them]

[twicebonded]

YES!? And for good reason???

[psionicmolotov]

[ He shakes his head. ]

Each time something startles or upsets you, your power will lash out to defend you. You have no leash, no discipline. It has no mind or will but yours.

If you are too frightened to control it, how do you expect to master it?

[twicebonded]

I don't even know what it is. I don't have any memories of having magic or being—anything! I just—apparently exploded my cottage this morning and broke most of my friend's bones!

[hotly]

[psionicmolotov]

Well, since you did not do any of that on purpose, would it not be a good idea to learn how to stop it from happening again?

[ Blowing things up and breaking people are perfectly fine things to be able to do, as long as you can control it, key word being control.

His voice is still steady and even as it was when they begun their conversation. ]

What triggered your outburst?

[abardacttofollow]

[mentally: aaaaaa oh no he's upset what do I do ahhh]

[patronsaintofliars]

[goes to sit on the edge of Kimmie's chair with him, tail draping across him]

Kimmie honey angel baby wiggly worm sparkle kitten light of my life, I think Lyric is more than happy to try to work with you to figure out how to stop these things from happening out of control. But he doesn't remember anything, so it's understandably very scary.

Let's try to get an idea of what it is, and if we can't do that without it going boom, then we can take a deep breath and figure out how we can at least help keep it calm for now? What do you need him to do, precisely? Other than not be afraid and just get good already.

[twicebonded]

[. . . completely distracted for a moment by Lark's. happenings. blinking and dazed for a second. giving Kimmuriel a mental opening if he chooses to take it.]

[psionicmolotov]

[ Kimmuriel raises his eyebrows at the sudden deluge of pet..names?? but has clearly categorized it as 'this is just how Lark talks' and so he sort of just stoically accepts them. ]

I do not need him to recall previous uses of his powers, only what triggered the incident he is currently upset about. Finding a trigger will narrow down the emotion or incident that caused his power to temporarily release.

[ Vanyel could just Git Gud (tm) though. He could do that. He does notice that mental opening and slips into Vanyel's mind, to see what exactly out-of-control nonsense he's dealing with. ]

[twicebonded]

I'm not—upset about anything in particular, I just . . . had a nightmare, and woke up to find things . . . a mess. I don't even remember it.

[well, regrettably, it's a burnt-out mess in there. Kimmuriel might not be able to recognize the exact "Gifts" and so on that he's working with, but it's basically just—finding a whooole bunch of psionic pathways and magical channels that are whole gouged-out riverbeds when you'd usually expect just a trickle. there is a lot of power made accessible by a lot of damage.]

[he's magically and psychically wired like a house that was renovated by someone's sketchy uncle who didn't graduate junior high, let alone get properly certified as an electrician. the house isn't prone to fires, it's just gonna fucking explode if someone sneezes.]

[. . . luckily, most of the channels seem, at least temporarily, blocked or muted, in that way that Tributary has. only one is active—it just apparently is the "throw things around and shatter them with my brain" one]

[well. two channels. the other one is a quiet thrumming bond between Lyric and Clef that seems to currently be keeping him grounded and calm]