[ Wow, don't strain that giraffe neck looking down at him, Urianger. ]
Uh, hey. I was... just. [ He's already fidgeting with the edges of his ruana nervously but, frankly? That's normal. As he looks waaaay up at the elezen. ] Just, y'know, wondering if you. Would. Want to tag along when I, um, try... seeing if I can see how this all is going to shake out?
[ Of course, in case that's all confusing, he's quick to add, ]
I mean, looking in the future. I. Still don't know if it'll work here but I have some concerns, sooo, it's worth a shot?
[Maybe Bruno should stop being so short!! But in actuality, he's really not bothered to do so. Elezens get used to it.
He listens patiently and attentively as Bruno works through what he wants to say, though he lifts his head with interest about halfway through when he realizes what Bruno's asking.]
Thou wouldst attempt a divination. [He's quick to follow with a nod.] Aye, I would accompany thee, and lend what aid I can.
[His own efforts have not yet born fruit, but he expected that. This world's stars are so different from his own. It's going to take some time to adjust. But Bruno's method might generalized enough to work anywhere.
...attempt a divination... [ Bruno echoes the words quietly and looks thoughtful. ] Huh. I wonder if people would hate my visions less if I explained them that fancily.
[ Probably not! ]
Uh, but, great! Good. That's. Yeah, good. I figure someone who's studied this stuff might help a lot if. If it works, anyway, or if it ends up being weird or something.
This isn't the first time that Bruno has alluded to his magic being perceived negatively. Maybe Urianger can offer a bit of reassurance.]
In mine experience, 'tis unfortunately common for the masses to react negatively toward a divination if it is perceived as a threat to them, minor or otherwise. But it must be remembered that a divination—a vision—is not absolute. 'Tis a tool to be interpreted and managed. Even the most cataclysmic of prophecies can be averted.
[With that little tangent completed, he effortlessly segues into the matter at hand.]
Should thy divination prove successful, pray keep that in mind. We shall do what we can.
Oh, sure, unless you... you catastrophically fail at that part, too. Which is, uh. D not... not something I'm used to, mmhm, nope, totally on board with averting, do it all the time, uh huh.
[ Haha, yeah, he's totally not a huge failure who probably doesn't deserve his gift. Look, he doesn't want to seem like too much of a loser around Urianger, okay? Sadly, he is not the most convincing of men, but such is life.
After an awkward clearing of his throat, he's quick to turn and start off down the hallway. ]
Anyway, c'mon, we're gonna need some space outside for this.
[Ope, there Bruno goes. Well...Urianger tried, though he's beginning to wonder if he's only ever doing more harm than good in trying to reassure his fellow seer. At the very least, he'll make sure he can support the actual divination process.
After closing the door behind him, it takes Urianger a few paces before he's caught up to Bruno. The previous subject is quietly dropped in favor of what is to come.]
I look forward to seeing the technique thou hast developed on thine own.
[ Sorry, Urianger, your fellow seer is an anxious mess and will forever be so. He knows defying fate is no simple task but if he goes on about how it never works out for him, he fears he'll sound like exactly what he is (in his own mind): a big loser. He's spent his entire life winging it, versus this guy? Who's some super scholar on the subject?
Kind of intimidating, right? ]
Well, the entire show isn't exactly necessary, but it lets me share what I'm seeing with other folks when I go through with it, so, uh, just keep that in mind if it seems a little... dramatic?
[ He'll head down the hall and down the stairs, weaving his way through the manor until he's leading them out the back. ]
[And he seems to be serious about that, too. This really is interesting. And since they're still on their way to the courtyard, Urianger ventures a follow-up in case Bruno is willing to speak more on his methods.]
How dost thou typically go about it when thou art alone?
When I'm alone? Hmmm, I guess I just... decide to have a vision? Or one happens on its own, usually. I'm not exactly a fan of them, so I'm all, nope, don't want any, and pretend I can't do anything at all.
[ He had a nice, long ten-year streak going until Mirabel literally kicked his door down, too! ]
[Yeah, considering everything Urianger's learned leading up to this, it's not exactly a surprise to discover that once Bruno learned how to control his visions he just turned them off completely.]
And what hast thou concerned enough to tap into thy magick now?
[It could be any number of things, in Urianger's mind.]
Good question. I... mostly my own nerves? I mean, I always expect the worst, so, it's like. That's the worst? Plus, do we even know if people who come here can go home? Have any of the past sages ever gone home? What if it's not even a thing?
[ One-way trip elevator is a big concern for him.
He leads the way out further afield from the manor until there's an open space. It's one he's already picked out, hence why he's already brought out the bucket of sand he'll need. That he snags, taking it with him as he begins to pour out a circle. ]
[Okay, so Bruno may have admitted to being a huge pessimist but Urianger tends not to doubt the vibes a fellow seer is getting.]
It very well may be the case that a previous sage hath not returned home. But I have not come across the confirmation that ‘tis an impossibility.
As our powers grow, so too do our chances of discovering a path home. We must have faith.
[He and his comrades have found a way home from another world once, so it can happen again!! Let’s just ignore how it can’t be easily replicated in different circumstances.
Once they reach Bruno’s chosen site for the divination, Urianger quietly watches the preparations. Using sand for divination…it’s new to him. He’s curious to see how it comes into play.]
Yeah... there's that, I guess. I haven't actually seen or heard or read anything that says it can't be done but, like, the sage journals are sort of useless, and I get the feeling folks here are kind of new to writing down history.
[ Not that his own village was some shining star of the written word or anything. In any case, he finishes the circle and sets the remaining sand outside of it before stepping to the center. He'll gesture for Urianger to step in and join him. ]
Yeah, well, if we end up stuck here, guess we'd at least have something to work on. Writing history, though. That's probably harder than writing plays.
[ What was that about plays? Never mind that, there's no time to ask! Since Bruno is crouching down to place a collection of kindling down at the center of the circle. ]
Uh, just try not to get blown away, I guess? I mean, I've never had that happen before, but there's definitely going to be wind. Like, a lot of wind.
[ 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.]
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It take a bit of peering down to see who his visitor is once he opens up his door, but he's quick to smile when he finds Bruno standing there.]
Good evening, Bruno. To what do I owe the pleasure?
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Uh, hey. I was... just. [ He's already fidgeting with the edges of his ruana nervously but, frankly? That's normal. As he looks waaaay up at the elezen. ] Just, y'know, wondering if you. Would. Want to tag along when I, um, try... seeing if I can see how this all is going to shake out?
[ Of course, in case that's all confusing, he's quick to add, ]
I mean, looking in the future. I. Still don't know if it'll work here but I have some concerns, sooo, it's worth a shot?
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He listens patiently and attentively as Bruno works through what he wants to say, though he lifts his head with interest about halfway through when he realizes what Bruno's asking.]
Thou wouldst attempt a divination. [He's quick to follow with a nod.] Aye, I would accompany thee, and lend what aid I can.
[His own efforts have not yet born fruit, but he expected that. This world's stars are so different from his own. It's going to take some time to adjust. But Bruno's method might generalized enough to work anywhere.
Here's hoping.]
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[ Probably not! ]
Uh, but, great! Good. That's. Yeah, good. I figure someone who's studied this stuff might help a lot if. If it works, anyway, or if it ends up being weird or something.
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This isn't the first time that Bruno has alluded to his magic being perceived negatively. Maybe Urianger can offer a bit of reassurance.]
In mine experience, 'tis unfortunately common for the masses to react negatively toward a divination if it is perceived as a threat to them, minor or otherwise. But it must be remembered that a divination—a vision—is not absolute. 'Tis a tool to be interpreted and managed. Even the most cataclysmic of prophecies can be averted.
[With that little tangent completed, he effortlessly segues into the matter at hand.]
Should thy divination prove successful, pray keep that in mind. We shall do what we can.
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[ Haha, yeah, he's totally not a huge failure who probably doesn't deserve his gift. Look, he doesn't want to seem like too much of a loser around Urianger, okay? Sadly, he is not the most convincing of men, but such is life.
After an awkward clearing of his throat, he's quick to turn and start off down the hallway. ]
Anyway, c'mon, we're gonna need some space outside for this.
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[Ope, there Bruno goes. Well...Urianger tried, though he's beginning to wonder if he's only ever doing more harm than good in trying to reassure his fellow seer. At the very least, he'll make sure he can support the actual divination process.
After closing the door behind him, it takes Urianger a few paces before he's caught up to Bruno. The previous subject is quietly dropped in favor of what is to come.]
I look forward to seeing the technique thou hast developed on thine own.
[No pressure or anything, of course.]
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Kind of intimidating, right? ]
Well, the entire show isn't exactly necessary, but it lets me share what I'm seeing with other folks when I go through with it, so, uh, just keep that in mind if it seems a little... dramatic?
[ He'll head down the hall and down the stairs, weaving his way through the manor until he's leading them out the back. ]
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[And he seems to be serious about that, too. This really is interesting. And since they're still on their way to the courtyard, Urianger ventures a follow-up in case Bruno is willing to speak more on his methods.]
How dost thou typically go about it when thou art alone?
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[ He had a nice, long ten-year streak going until Mirabel literally kicked his door down, too! ]
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And what hast thou concerned enough to tap into thy magick now?
[It could be any number of things, in Urianger's mind.]
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I'm, uh, not sure there is actually a way to send any of us home.
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...and wherefore dost thou question this?
[Did something happen during the Southern mission...?]
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[ One-way trip elevator is a big concern for him.
He leads the way out further afield from the manor until there's an open space. It's one he's already picked out, hence why he's already brought out the bucket of sand he'll need. That he snags, taking it with him as he begins to pour out a circle. ]
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It very well may be the case that a previous sage hath not returned home. But I have not come across the confirmation that ‘tis an impossibility.
As our powers grow, so too do our chances of discovering a path home. We must have faith.
[He and his comrades have found a way home from another world once, so it can happen again!! Let’s just ignore how it can’t be easily replicated in different circumstances.
Once they reach Bruno’s chosen site for the divination, Urianger quietly watches the preparations. Using sand for divination…it’s new to him. He’s curious to see how it comes into play.]
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[ Not that his own village was some shining star of the written word or anything. In any case, he finishes the circle and sets the remaining sand outside of it before stepping to the center. He'll gesture for Urianger to step in and join him. ]
C'mon. The view's better from the inside.
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[He would have hated to grow up here, like damn.
Anyway, enough lamenting about that for now. It's time to do the divination!! Urianger is quick to follow Bruno inside.]
What wouldst thou have me do? Simply observe for the time being?
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[ What was that about plays? Never mind that, there's no time to ask! Since Bruno is crouching down to place a collection of kindling down at the center of the circle. ]
Uh, just try not to get blown away, I guess? I mean, I've never had that happen before, but there's definitely going to be wind. Like, a lot of wind.
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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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"show this to the Tatara" clearly I couldn't decide whether to write the sage or tatara
The Tatara, a new bar coming soon to a city near y-- lmao no
LOL
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