[Oh. Oh goodness. Wow, he really got himself into something didn't he?
He's frozen a bit as he tries to think over all the myriad things he's plagued by trying to think of what could possibly be the most interesting or entertaining at the very least, and he starts muttering to himself little things like "too simple, too reliant on context, probably boring, that's a bit um, no, not that..." Eventually, he thinks of something, maybe.
He takes off his left glove and shows in his palm a bit of silver embedded in it, like how one would patch up a crack on porcelain. There is also the glow of his anchor shard from the same hand.]
I do not know how much you remember from my survey off the top of your head, but I had mentioned that the Fade as a concept was not unfamiliar to me. I'd been doing some research on planar travel and teleportation magic, and how to employ it in ways that would be accessible to anyone, even people who can't cast magic. I do not remember all the specifics, which is terrifying in its own way, but part of this involved another plane of existence very similar to the Fade.
Before I came here, I came to learn I might have been a living anchor for that plane of existence to the material plane of my world. Someone else I know was in a similar position for a different place, and was covered in gold cracks all over their body. I imagine if I had been there longer, there would be more of this all over me to keep the Black Void from... leaking out? I guess? [Hopefully, he doesn't have to worry about that here? Just a different kind of existential body horror?]
[At the removal of the glove, Wysteria leans shamelessly forward by a few degrees for a marginally closer look. In this jutted forward position, she regards his hand and listens with perfect attentiveness as he explains the silver shape there.]
How fascinating. Is the condition ordinarily fatal?
[Isn't this a fun conversation, Allumin! Don't you love being a member of Research?]
Poor luck for the version of you left behind, [is a reflexive and thoughtless remark as she straightens. It's only after that she gives any consideration to gentling her assessment.]
And fine luck for yourself, I mean. If arriving here in Thedas does indeed stop the process. And I'm certain the you which was left behind will find some way of sorting the whole business. So you ought not to be at all concerned that you will disappear and have nothing to return to.
Ha! Haha, hmm. [There's nervousness all over the reflexive laugh that follows her words. He nods, biting his lip.]
Indeed - well, if I understand Provost Stark's theory correctly then I likely won't be going back to anything other than the oblivion before creation I suppose, so. No reason to worry about anything that much other than work.
[He tries to smile in a carefree manner, but it is absolutely not convincing.]
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He's frozen a bit as he tries to think over all the myriad things he's plagued by trying to think of what could possibly be the most interesting or entertaining at the very least, and he starts muttering to himself little things like "too simple, too reliant on context, probably boring, that's a bit um, no, not that..." Eventually, he thinks of something, maybe.
He takes off his left glove and shows in his palm a bit of silver embedded in it, like how one would patch up a crack on porcelain. There is also the glow of his anchor shard from the same hand.]
I do not know how much you remember from my survey off the top of your head, but I had mentioned that the Fade as a concept was not unfamiliar to me. I'd been doing some research on planar travel and teleportation magic, and how to employ it in ways that would be accessible to anyone, even people who can't cast magic. I do not remember all the specifics, which is terrifying in its own way, but part of this involved another plane of existence very similar to the Fade.
Before I came here, I came to learn I might have been a living anchor for that plane of existence to the material plane of my world. Someone else I know was in a similar position for a different place, and was covered in gold cracks all over their body. I imagine if I had been there longer, there would be more of this all over me to keep the Black Void from... leaking out? I guess? [Hopefully, he doesn't have to worry about that here? Just a different kind of existential body horror?]
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How fascinating. Is the condition ordinarily fatal?
[Isn't this a fun conversation, Allumin! Don't you love being a member of Research?]
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I imagine so? The other person was quite ill by the time I met him. He even, uh, lost a finger shortly before my arrival here.
[He sweats a bit. Thinking about it even more, he really hopes this doesn't continue to be a problem here.]
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And fine luck for yourself, I mean. If arriving here in Thedas does indeed stop the process. And I'm certain the you which was left behind will find some way of sorting the whole business. So you ought not to be at all concerned that you will disappear and have nothing to return to.
[Helpful.]
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Indeed - well, if I understand Provost Stark's theory correctly then I likely won't be going back to anything other than the oblivion before creation I suppose, so. No reason to worry about anything that much other than work.
[He tries to smile in a carefree manner, but it is absolutely not convincing.]