[ Sorry, Urianger, you'll have to unlock Bruno's romance route to get the deep telenovela lore— actually, no, really, just ask later, he won't shut up about them once he gets started. ]
And one last thing and... [ Bruno, still crouched down by the kindling, opts to use an actual, real match to light it rather than a bit of magic, strangely enough, before rising back to his feet. That done, he offers Urianger his hands. ] Hang onto your ears, buddy.
[ And once Urianger does just that (take his hands, not... not hold his ears, that was just a figure of speech, honest), he'll close his eyes and reach for his Gift. He isn't certain whether it's still powered by the Miracle or by this new world's own spirits, but he does know that the wind begins to pick up and the flickering little fire between them bursts upwards into a fiendishly green light. From there, the wind picks the flame up and drags it along with it as it creates what looks to be a tornado of green flame with them standing dead center in its eye. ]
[Oh they absolutely need to talk about telenovelas for hours now. Put it on the future thread docket.
Urianger peers down at Bruno's hands before taking them. Quite tightly too, because he's taking the warning seriously. With the final piece of the puzzle in place, the ritual begins. Urianger's gaze drifts as the breeze rolls in. Where he should have been looking is down, because the sudden pillar of fire catches him completely by surprise.
Fortunately, he keeps himself planted and hands clasped in Bruno's. He trusts Bruno, so he knows this must be working as intended. And with that initial surprise out of the way, he's able to really take in the spectacle unfolding around them.]
This is incredible, Bruno.
[He keeps his words short for the sake of Bruno's concentration, but he can't help but gush a little because come on, this is so cool. He's genuinely never seen a divination like it.]
[ Fair enough that he keeps his words short. Bruno's in no position to answer anything until he stabilizes the vision. He focuses on that for a time, letting the whirlwind of fire and sand reach its zenith before opening his eyes again. Those? Those are different now, glowing that same eerie green, matching the very flames swirling about the two of them.
It's around that same time that images begin sketching themselves across the flames. It would seem the whirlwind acts as a canvas of a sort, displaying the same visions that Bruno is seeing for the sake of anyone else who happens to be there with him. In this case, for Urianger.
The wind still blows, hard, but Bruno will let go of one hand so he can turn to observe what's showing itself. For him, though, it's like seeing double. He's witnessing the vision directly and squinting at what's showing up in the wind all at once. ]
There's... what is that? The moon?
[ The first outcome to come roaring across the flame and sand is of twenty-five figures facing down the moon, the Calamity they were brought here to help fend off. That's a worry. They weren't meant to be the ones facing this. That isn't the end of it, though. The wind blows that vision away, replacing it with the same... no, wait, not the same...
The second version only has twenty-one figures in it. ]
[Whoa. Urianger almost gets stuck staring into Bruno's eyes for a moment. That glow might be eerie and unnerving to some, perhaps, but it's brilliant to this elezen. However, the vision coming to life around them draws his attention where it should be. He watches the moon come into view, along with the figures.]
Aye. And the lot of us standing in defiance against it.
[Even if they were meant to fend off the moon's advance, facing it head-on isn't the absolute worst outcome. Not to Urianger, anyway. It wouldn't be the first time that he has had to do such a thing.
The second image, though...that one is a little more concerning.]
An alternate outcome, I presume. One that leaveth out several of our number.
[Whether they be injured or dead, it's hard to say. The visual leaves much up for interpretation.]
[ Do some of them die? Do some of them leave? Is this even supposed to be them? The figures have no details apart from their number, shadows facing off against this world's biggest and most constant threat. Only it doesn't remain that way.
Once again, the scene shifts, and this time it's an all-too-familiar little mentor, struggling for control against... something? No, not something. Bruno isn't sure why he knows its spirits, but he does. That glow, those lights flickering across the field of the vision, it has to be them, but why? ]
Wait, this is... what? A third outcome? That's... that isn't normal.
[ But this isn't his home world, either. There's no telling how his gift reacts to magic here. ]
That is something we shall have to look into once this is over.
[He's not going to panic over it, and he doesn't want Bruno to panic over it either. His entire thing is interpreting prophecies and this is no different. It'll be okay.
A third, unexpected vision reveals itself in the storm, something completely different and ominous for another reason altogether. Urianger's eyes narrow as he watches Lazuli fight against...something.]
Lazuli... What is happening to thee?
[He doesn't look in control of his senses, but why? And more, what's this about any of this not being normal? He tears his gaze from the vision to look down at Bruno.]
N... not always, no? More like they. They're not completely different? The two moon ones, those kinda make sense, b-but this?
[ It feels separate from the figures confronting the moon. An outcome nonetheless, but one far removed from the other two. Bruno doesn't return Urianger's look, rather he continues watching the winds and flame tearing about them. His grip on his hand remains firm as ever.
Only it would seem the scene isn't stopping at three. The one with the Wanderer, their soon-to-be-missing first mentor, is swept away in the sand and what creeps across the screen the whirlwind creates is the manor itself, their home away from home, only it's burning, all of it, all on fire and none of them to be seen. ]
[Ah, so that's it. It must be more that Bruno's visions usually show multiple outcomes of a single scenario.
Urianger's gaze returns to the storm, just in time to see Lazuli's struggling form dissipate and something else begin to take its place.]
'Twould seem that the magick of this star—of the spirits—hath altered thine ability into something more potent. Thine eyes doth grant us yet more potential outcomes.
[Even if that potential outcome is even more immediately grim than the previous. At a glance, there is no other way to describe this scene but one of devastation. No matter the cause, it cannot come to pass. With these thoughts running through his mind, he can only imagine what Bruno is feeling. Thus, he gives the other man's hand a squeeze of reassurance. A reminder that there is someone here with him who will not look at this scene of destruction as an absolute. To him, even a vision like this is useful information to have.]
[ Bruno can't help but sound resigned by that fact. He doesn't have many good experiences when it comes to his visions and, even with Urianger there, not seeing it the same way he does, this doesn't change that fact. All he sees are, he assumes, bad outcomes.
Still, after the vision of the burning manor drifts away, the storm itself begins calming and Bruno finally lets go of Urianger's hand to reach up towards the flames before they dissipate entirely. There's no verbal component to it, but the sense that he's bidding them to come down to him is there, and they do just that, obedient to the man who created them. He catches those flames in his hands, only they've begun to form into something else, something solid, and just as the magic powering the whirlwind departs, Bruno uses that same thing as a kind of shield to stop the sand that's now going to drop itself on top of them both.
Oops.
Maybe he should have warned Urianger about that.
Regardless, what's left in his hand is a thick, rough-hewn pane of green... glass? ]
[He can't fault Bruno for the defeatist interpretation, not after hearing all those little hints of self-deprecation- of hatred from others for his visions. So he simply lets it settle for the time being, along with the storm.
In spite of the concerning images in Bruno's visions, Urianger doesn't find the final stretch of the ritual any less awe-inspiring. The deftness of which Bruno carries it out shows that he's truly perfected this self-made process into a work of art. It deserves every bit of Urianger's attention.
And then comes the sand.
...
Just. Give him a minute to brush that out of his hair and robes. Given his sandy-colored hair, he has a feeling he's going to be finding pieces of it for days now. Oh well.]
A memento of thy vision...?
[He's observing the glass now, inching to get an angle where he can look down upon it.]
[ Bruno tips the tablet he held overhead, pouring the sand that's collected on it right off with a practice that tells of him doing this hundreds of times in the past. He does offer a sheepish look Urianger's way, however. He should have warned him...
Oh well. It's only sand (which is coarse and gets everywhere oops). ]
Something like that. It's a record of the vision.
[ He'll bring it down and hold it out before him, though at an angle. It shows the first vision they saw etched as a still, perfectly in the still-glowing glass, then he angles it a different way to show the next vision. A few more tries gets the right angles to see the other two as well. ]
I guess in a more understanding world, I'd be keeping all of them in a library somewhere, but... no one ever wanted to... [ And that left so, so many visions lost to the sands of time, the tablets discarded as useless. ] Kinda surprised it managed to fit all four in there, though.
A record. [He sounds so impressed by that.] Would that this were implemented on Etheirys...'twould make referencing prophecies that much easier.
[Most times that can only be done if the prophecy was written down, but being able to have the visuals to look back on as well is even better.
All of this just makes the treatment of Bruno's ability back home that much more frustrating.]
Sharlayan scholars and diviners alike would love a library of thy recordings. 'Tis such a shame to hear that thy talent has gone unacknowledged for so long.
[He puts a hand on Bruno's shoulder.]
I cannot understate how impressive that entire display was, Bruno. Thou art an incredible diviner.
[ Bruno's discomfort is written clearly as he grimaces and looks away from both the tablet and Urianger. Such compliments feel bizarre to him. Though he realizes Urianger means it, truly means it, it's difficult to believe it all the same. ]
Nah, I'm sure they wouldn't the that impressed. [ Judging from how his own people react to the cooler things he's seen in the future, too. Disinterest at best. ] But thanks... for saying so.
You... don't have to apologize. I'm just. I'm not used to hearing good things about my gift, that's all.
[ It isn't an offense. It's a deeply ingrained shame that causes Bruno to cringe away from such praise and it isn't the fault of anyone here, that's for sure. ]
Do you, uh, want to carry the tablet while we go find him?
[ It feels like a peace offering of sorts, something to ensure Urianger knows he's done nothing wrong. With his deep interest in what Bruno had done, how he brought about his visions, it feels like the right move. Let him take a closer look at the faintly glowing green glass, full of secrets of the future. ]
"show this to the Tatara" clearly I couldn't decide whether to write the sage or tatara
I understand. [Where Bruno is coming from, at the very least. He does not understand those who have instilled this shame in him.] Would that thy world be a more understanding one indeed...
[He seems to brighten up when offered the tablet at least, glancing between Bruno and the beautiful green glass shard with slightly widened eyes.]
Verily? I would like to, aye. Very much so.
The Tatara, a new bar coming soon to a city near y-- lmao no
[ There we go, that seems to have cheered him up. Bruno will pass the glass over to Urianger. It's cool the touch despite being forged directly from fire not too long ago, the image on it shifting from vision to vision at various angles. ]
There ya go. Let's go track him down, eh?
[ and since i handwaved telling tatara and the wanderer i guess this is closing in on the end lol ]
[Upon receiving the glass, Urianger holds it with the care it deserves. After gently running his fingers across the surface, he gingerly tips it so he can make the images shift as Bruno had shown him. No matter how foreboding or intimidating these images may seem, he doesn't fear them. They can be worked with, he's sure of it.]
Just so. I shall be right beside thee.
[His next words are carefully chosen.]
Thou hast my gratitude for allowing me to experience thy divination.
Oh, um. Sure. Of course. Like I told you before, I don't actually have anyone else who's interested in this stuff, so I wanted to at least show you, if only the one time.
[ Whether Bruno uses his gift again in the future or not, well, that's a mystery, but for now, they have a sage to find. ]
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Understood.
[With that, Urianger steadies himself beside Bruno and awaits the coming storm.]
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And one last thing and... [ Bruno, still crouched down by the kindling, opts to use an actual, real match to light it rather than a bit of magic, strangely enough, before rising back to his feet. That done, he offers Urianger his hands. ] Hang onto your ears, buddy.
[ And once Urianger does just that (take his hands, not... not hold his ears, that was just a figure of speech, honest), he'll close his eyes and reach for his Gift. He isn't certain whether it's still powered by the Miracle or by this new world's own spirits, but he does know that the wind begins to pick up and the flickering little fire between them bursts upwards into a fiendishly green light. From there, the wind picks the flame up and drags it along with it as it creates what looks to be a tornado of green flame with them standing dead center in its eye. ]
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Urianger peers down at Bruno's hands before taking them. Quite tightly too, because he's taking the warning seriously. With the final piece of the puzzle in place, the ritual begins. Urianger's gaze drifts as the breeze rolls in. Where he should have been looking is down, because the sudden pillar of fire catches him completely by surprise.
Fortunately, he keeps himself planted and hands clasped in Bruno's. He trusts Bruno, so he knows this must be working as intended. And with that initial surprise out of the way, he's able to really take in the spectacle unfolding around them.]
This is incredible, Bruno.
[He keeps his words short for the sake of Bruno's concentration, but he can't help but gush a little because come on, this is so cool. He's genuinely never seen a divination like it.]
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It's around that same time that images begin sketching themselves across the flames. It would seem the whirlwind acts as a canvas of a sort, displaying the same visions that Bruno is seeing for the sake of anyone else who happens to be there with him. In this case, for Urianger.
The wind still blows, hard, but Bruno will let go of one hand so he can turn to observe what's showing itself. For him, though, it's like seeing double. He's witnessing the vision directly and squinting at what's showing up in the wind all at once. ]
There's... what is that? The moon?
[ The first outcome to come roaring across the flame and sand is of twenty-five figures facing down the moon, the Calamity they were brought here to help fend off. That's a worry. They weren't meant to be the ones facing this. That isn't the end of it, though. The wind blows that vision away, replacing it with the same... no, wait, not the same...
The second version only has twenty-one figures in it. ]
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Aye. And the lot of us standing in defiance against it.
[Even if they were meant to fend off the moon's advance, facing it head-on isn't the absolute worst outcome. Not to Urianger, anyway. It wouldn't be the first time that he has had to do such a thing.
The second image, though...that one is a little more concerning.]
An alternate outcome, I presume. One that leaveth out several of our number.
[Whether they be injured or dead, it's hard to say. The visual leaves much up for interpretation.]
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[ Do some of them die? Do some of them leave? Is this even supposed to be them? The figures have no details apart from their number, shadows facing off against this world's biggest and most constant threat. Only it doesn't remain that way.
Once again, the scene shifts, and this time it's an all-too-familiar little mentor, struggling for control against... something? No, not something. Bruno isn't sure why he knows its spirits, but he does. That glow, those lights flickering across the field of the vision, it has to be them, but why? ]
Wait, this is... what? A third outcome? That's... that isn't normal.
[ But this isn't his home world, either. There's no telling how his gift reacts to magic here. ]
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[He's not going to panic over it, and he doesn't want Bruno to panic over it either. His entire thing is interpreting prophecies and this is no different. It'll be okay.
A third, unexpected vision reveals itself in the storm, something completely different and ominous for another reason altogether. Urianger's eyes narrow as he watches Lazuli fight against...something.]
Lazuli... What is happening to thee?
[He doesn't look in control of his senses, but why? And more, what's this about any of this not being normal? He tears his gaze from the vision to look down at Bruno.]
Thy visions typically come in a pair?
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[ It feels separate from the figures confronting the moon. An outcome nonetheless, but one far removed from the other two. Bruno doesn't return Urianger's look, rather he continues watching the winds and flame tearing about them. His grip on his hand remains firm as ever.
Only it would seem the scene isn't stopping at three. The one with the Wanderer, their soon-to-be-missing first mentor, is swept away in the sand and what creeps across the screen the whirlwind creates is the manor itself, their home away from home, only it's burning, all of it, all on fire and none of them to be seen. ]
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Urianger's gaze returns to the storm, just in time to see Lazuli's struggling form dissipate and something else begin to take its place.]
'Twould seem that the magick of this star—of the spirits—hath altered thine ability into something more potent. Thine eyes doth grant us yet more potential outcomes.
[Even if that potential outcome is even more immediately grim than the previous. At a glance, there is no other way to describe this scene but one of devastation. No matter the cause, it cannot come to pass. With these thoughts running through his mind, he can only imagine what Bruno is feeling. Thus, he gives the other man's hand a squeeze of reassurance. A reminder that there is someone here with him who will not look at this scene of destruction as an absolute. To him, even a vision like this is useful information to have.]
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[ Bruno can't help but sound resigned by that fact. He doesn't have many good experiences when it comes to his visions and, even with Urianger there, not seeing it the same way he does, this doesn't change that fact. All he sees are, he assumes, bad outcomes.
Still, after the vision of the burning manor drifts away, the storm itself begins calming and Bruno finally lets go of Urianger's hand to reach up towards the flames before they dissipate entirely. There's no verbal component to it, but the sense that he's bidding them to come down to him is there, and they do just that, obedient to the man who created them. He catches those flames in his hands, only they've begun to form into something else, something solid, and just as the magic powering the whirlwind departs, Bruno uses that same thing as a kind of shield to stop the sand that's now going to drop itself on top of them both.
Oops.
Maybe he should have warned Urianger about that.
Regardless, what's left in his hand is a thick, rough-hewn pane of green... glass? ]
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[He can't fault Bruno for the defeatist interpretation, not after hearing all those little hints of self-deprecation- of hatred from others for his visions. So he simply lets it settle for the time being, along with the storm.
In spite of the concerning images in Bruno's visions, Urianger doesn't find the final stretch of the ritual any less awe-inspiring. The deftness of which Bruno carries it out shows that he's truly perfected this self-made process into a work of art. It deserves every bit of Urianger's attention.
And then comes the sand.
...
Just. Give him a minute to brush that out of his hair and robes. Given his sandy-colored hair, he has a feeling he's going to be finding pieces of it for days now. Oh well.]
A memento of thy vision...?
[He's observing the glass now, inching to get an angle where he can look down upon it.]
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Oh well. It's only sand (which is coarse and gets everywhere oops). ]
Something like that. It's a record of the vision.
[ He'll bring it down and hold it out before him, though at an angle. It shows the first vision they saw etched as a still, perfectly in the still-glowing glass, then he angles it a different way to show the next vision. A few more tries gets the right angles to see the other two as well. ]
I guess in a more understanding world, I'd be keeping all of them in a library somewhere, but... no one ever wanted to... [ And that left so, so many visions lost to the sands of time, the tablets discarded as useless. ] Kinda surprised it managed to fit all four in there, though.
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[Most times that can only be done if the prophecy was written down, but being able to have the visuals to look back on as well is even better.
All of this just makes the treatment of Bruno's ability back home that much more frustrating.]
Sharlayan scholars and diviners alike would love a library of thy recordings. 'Tis such a shame to hear that thy talent has gone unacknowledged for so long.
[He puts a hand on Bruno's shoulder.]
I cannot understate how impressive that entire display was, Bruno. Thou art an incredible diviner.
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Nah, I'm sure they wouldn't the that impressed. [ Judging from how his own people react to the cooler things he's seen in the future, too. Disinterest at best. ] But thanks... for saying so.
[ Anyway! ]
We. We should probably take this Tatara.
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Of course. [He withdraws his hand.] I, ah...I apologize for causing thee discomfort.
[With that said though, he nods in agreement. They need to show this to the Tatara.]
Aye. Let us discuss this further with the Sage. There is much we can glean from the contents of thy visions.
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[ It isn't an offense. It's a deeply ingrained shame that causes Bruno to cringe away from such praise and it isn't the fault of anyone here, that's for sure. ]
Do you, uh, want to carry the tablet while we go find him?
[ It feels like a peace offering of sorts, something to ensure Urianger knows he's done nothing wrong. With his deep interest in what Bruno had done, how he brought about his visions, it feels like the right move. Let him take a closer look at the faintly glowing green glass, full of secrets of the future. ]
"show this to the Tatara" clearly I couldn't decide whether to write the sage or tatara
[He seems to brighten up when offered the tablet at least, glancing between Bruno and the beautiful green glass shard with slightly widened eyes.]
Verily? I would like to, aye. Very much so.
The Tatara, a new bar coming soon to a city near y-- lmao no
There ya go. Let's go track him down, eh?
[ and since i handwaved telling tatara and the wanderer i guess this is closing in on the end lol ]
LOL
Just so. I shall be right beside thee.
[His next words are carefully chosen.]
Thou hast my gratitude for allowing me to experience thy divination.
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[ Whether Bruno uses his gift again in the future or not, well, that's a mystery, but for now, they have a sage to find. ]