deercountry | (closed) can't see you through the snow-blind

Who: The Operator and Luna Lovegood
What: The Operator seeks shelter with a stranger during a blizzard.
When: February 9th
Where: Luna's townhouse in Gaze

[ Over the past few weeks, the Operator has spent the majority of their days in the Archaic Archives. There is so much to learn about this place, so much to unravel, and the very design of the Archives seems to encourage getting lost amongst its volumes for hours at a time. They’ve learned of the Pthumerians, the blood types, the professions that maintain this world: a society and history far, far removed from that of their home.

Like every other day of their search, they leave with more questions than answers and spend the long walk back to the School of Mutter turning them over in their head. So distracted are they that they barely take notice when the snow and wind begin to pick up around them. Even now, they aren’t used to existing in a body that’s vulnerable to something as trivial as weather. Thus, by the time they start to realize that this particular turn might actually be dangerous, it’s already too late.

The snow erases their surroundings, shrinking the world around them to a few scant feet in front of their face. The Operator does their best to remain calm, simply trudging forward as best they can. They’re sure they haven’t been turned around. If they keep heading in the same direction, they’ll hit some sort of structure eventually.

Indeed, they only manage like this for a few minutes before they stumble over something—a something that happens to be furry and mobile and that barks at them as they pick themselves up. ]

Ugh. [ The Operator dusts snow from their clothes, staring warily at the creature even as it wags its tail back at them. They raise a hand, palm out, in case it decides to attack. ] Good kubrow, [ they murmur, voice slow and appeasing. ] Nice kubrow…

[ The dog barks again and bounds over the snow away from the Operator. They breathe a sigh of relief—but the dog isn’t running away. Instead, it stops at a distance of a few meters from and looks back expectantly. ]

You… [ The Operator cocks their head. ] You want me to follow you?

[ The dog barks something that sounds an awful lot like an affirmative. The Operator hesitates for a moment—and then cautiously follows, letting the dog lead them bound by bound through the snow. At least it seems to know where it’s going, which is more than the Operator can say for themself.

It’s a long, blisteringly cold walk through the snow, but eventually, they arrive… somewhere. The Operator doesn’t recognize the tall, boxy house with a blue door, but the dog evidently does. It races ahead of the Operator at the sight of it and immediately begins pawing at the door’s surface, its scratching punctuated by sharp barking. The Operator waits a few feet away, shivering with arms wrapped tightly around them. They’re harder to kill than your average human child by hypothermia or otherwise, but even they aren’t sure how long they can keep walking around in this weather before they’re forced to stop. They’ll just have to hope that someone is actually in the house—and that whoever it is will be kind enough to let them in. ]

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[ Helga would certainly give up a good fight; she's incredibly loyal to Luna. So if any kubrows dared to come for her, Helga would certainly be throwing herself into that particular fight.

Helga utters a soft whine, her tag wagging at being petted. Hello, strange Sleeper-child! She's very pleased, and Luna smiles brightly. Helga deserves so many pets, she's an excellent girl. ]

Oh, how curious—! Do they look like Humans, or are there all sorts? [ She knows Maul, and Scorpia — who despite having difference, still look quite Human. And then there's this child, who looks relatively Human, too. She's quite excited to know more, really. ]

I'm from Earth, yes. In my universe, it's yet to be proven of life outside Earth. Although I've always believed there was something, or someone else out there. I mean, the universe is something so big, after all.

[ There has to be others. But certainly the multiverses all gathering in this place has been a nice way of being proven right. ]

We study the stars, and Muggles have managed to go to the Moon, back home. But that's it, as far I know.

Most of them are human. Except for the Cephalons. Most of them choose to look like geometric light projections. [ They make a shape with their fingers—a square tilted onto its side. ] My ship's Cephalon—Cephalon Ordis—looks like this.

[ If only Ordis could see them now. No doubt he'd be fretting up a storm about their close call with the blizzard. The Operator misses him terribly, but perhaps it's for the best that he's not in Trench. He's always so afraid for them when they venture out in this body; he'd be beside himself knowing that it's the only one they have here. ]

Life on other planets wasn't really proven where I'm from either—it was spread to them. I don't know if there's any life there that can't trace its origin back to Earth. To humans.

[ There's only one being that might have always existed independently of humanity. And the Operator doesn't like to talk about him.

They nod when the woman mentions the Earth's moon—Lua, to them—but one word she had said stands out. ]

What are Muggles?

So they can choose to look like anything, if they wanted to? [ How interesting! She tilts her head as they form the shape with their hands, faintly amused. It's.. weirdly what Paimon looks like, when not in a host. Although he's more like a... fluid ball of light. ]

Oh, I see! Still, a great deal further afield than people in my universe. [ If people are living out on other planets across the universe, then it's a huge step from the efforts into the galaxies in her time. Trips to the moon seem much more like simply stepping into one's front garden. Now, it seems, they're travelling to other countries. It's very exciting! ]

You must be a good amount of time in the future, I imagine then. [ There's a smidge of sympathy there in her expression. This certainly must be a bit of a culture shock for them in comparison. The technology is quite good here, but there's a lot that's dated.

—oh! Muggles! Yes: ]

Non-magical people. It's what we call them, there's a couple of other names too. But 'Muggle' is what people in my country use.

I suppose they could, [ the Operator answers, though their dubious tone makes it clear that they've never actually seen such an exception. They know all too well that Cephalons have their reasons to avoid humanoid projections—if Ordis is any indication, such memories are best left undisturbed.

Her comment about the future gets a wry smile from them, the shrug of their slight shoulders all but hidden under the layers of blankets on top of them. Perhaps they're from the future from the perspective of Trench or the woman's homeworld, but it's always been the present to them. ]

So, muggles are people who can't do what you did with, um. The stick. [ They imitate the motion she'd made with it, miming flicking a wand in the air. ] What do you call the people who can do that?

Wand. [ She gently corrects with a little smile. ] But yes, you're quite right. They can't use this at all, it won't do anything because they don't have any magic in their blood.

[ She holds her wand up for them to get a better look. It's quite unassuming, really. A stick is a fair description, although there's some slightly intricate carving on the handle of it — the end of it shaped like closed flower bloom. ]

Witch or wizard, depending on the person. Wizardkind for the general people. [ Wizard kind of works for everyone, but Luna prefers Witch. There's a faint smile of amusement before she sticks out her free hand for them to shake. ]

I'm Luna.

[ The Operator nods in seeming understanding when the woman mentions the wand responding to "magic in their blood." It is like Orokin technology and Kuva, then—the Old Blood that granted them their tainted immortality. At least whatever power lies in the woman's blood seems far more benign.

They hesitate for just a moment when she sticks out a hand—and then reach out to shake it. ]

It's nice to meet you, Luna, [ they say, bowing their head again. ] I'm called 'Tenno.'

[ Among many, many other titles and aliases. They do their best not to dwell on names. The magic Luna had spoken about before is a much more appealing topic to them and so they point to the wand again. ]

What else can it do? [ they ask. A slight smile tugs at their lips. ] Aside from summon blankets.

[ It's certainly benign. It does give her slight physiological differences to regular and non-magical Humans, but other than that she supposes the magic within her is neutral until it's channelled into spellwork.

There's a polite little nod as they introduce themselves. Tenno. Not a name she's ever heard before. But people have all sorts of interesting names these days. Her eyebrows raise at the question before she looks amused. ]

Oh, all sorts of things, really. I suppose it's easiest to ask what I'm unable to do. [ Magic does have it's own laws, after all. Not being able to create food from nothing at all, bringing those from the dead back to life. Those sorts of things. ] I can do a little bit of everything: charm-work, transfiguration, defensive magic, offensive magic. Lots of things—!

[ If any of those might catch their interest. ]

[ Most of the magic Luna mentions, the Operator can figure out by name alone. Transfiguration is turning something into something else—transmutation in their own world. Defensive and offensive magic are self-explanatory. There's only one term that escapes the Operator. ]

What's charm-work?

Charms are defined as spellwork that adds the properties of an object or person it's being cast upon, but it's quite a broad field. [ It changes what something does, rather than what it is. Not to mention some dark magic could be classed as charm-work.

She looks around, looking for something to show as an example. Spying a book on the coffee table, one she was reading before her visitor arrived, she collects it to use it. Kneeling down on the floor before them, she places the book down between the two of them and points her wand at it. ]

Diminuendo. [ A delicate white jet of light appears from nowhere, wraps itself about the book, and with a little shudder — the books shrinks down to no bigger than a match box. Luna smiles, picking up the now tiny book to show it to them. ]

As an example. Fetching the towels is actually use of the Summoning Charm.

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