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pawnstorm2016-12-19 08:24 pm
digophelia) wrote in pawnstorm2016-12-19 08:24 pm
The strength that resides in contemplation...
Who: Alice Liddell and open to others
When: The second and third week of December
Where: Polgar and Blanc (namely, around her cottage)
What: After the last dungeon, Alice has suffered a blow to her confidence and, in turn, decides to strengthen the use of magic. Potential dark illusions backfiring and accidentally turning it on others.
Rating: TBA. If anything borders on possibly discomforting content, I'll put the appropriate warning. For now, vague mentions of mental illness.
Notes: YMMV in terms of nightmare fuel illusions, meaning that, it depends on who approaches her and how upset she is. I can't promise it if the conversation ends up being a friendly conversation and nothing else.
BLANC - The cottage
[ The best area to practice any sort of magic was usually outside of the cottage. What was once a beautifully blooming garden had long since been buried by snow and a grim-faced Alice trudged herself outside without saying a word, leaving her kitten peering curiously out of the window, watching her trudge through the snow. Every so often, Alice paused to ensure that she was alone, choosing to rely on the little advice she had been given so far regarding magic.
But with Gissela Palace weighing on her mind, the images of ash and fire won't be easily purged. It's a taint in her mind that leaves her unable to clear her mind. Pushing through the snow, Alice continues on, stopping at the half-covered patio and drawing a breath to try and clear her mind. She can't, obviously, it's hard to push the images and feelings that accompany her feelings make it hard to remove herself from those feelings.
Images. Terrible images, but this is nearly an everyday occurrence for Alice, who struggles with more than she lets on. Those images, unfortunately, she's not fully aware of manifesting beyond her control, but for now, the images remain in her mind, just as she begins to cast a spell. She wants to try and focus on imagining her spells more, what it feels like to harness them.
It's never this simple she knows and her spells never involve an actual incantation, just the feeling of what it feels like to have mana flow through her body and what she sees in her mind. The illusions have yet to manifest, thankfully. ]
Polgar - Dusk
[ With a bitter taste in her mouth after encountering spiders and finding no comfort in the hot springs, Alice slips back on her shoes, wearing a much more modest chiffon dress and shawl tied around her shoulders taking in the sight of the night sky before resuming her quiet practice. Even after any mishaps back in Blanc, Alice is stubborn to try her magic, yet again. Dark magic, but also water magic, after being inspired by dipping her feet into the water. Once she doesn't hear anyone else, she secludes herself to a place where she doesn't see anyone around her. Not too far from the hot springs with her red shoes back on, Alice draws another breath and recalls from her practice in Blanc what was and wasn't successful.
It's when Alice starts to feel more insecure, smaller than she had ever felt before, incapable of doing anything right. Still, she tried, she would continue to try and regain control of her magic. There would be no incantation, yet again, just Alice closing her eyes and trying to harness that energy.
Like before, no illusions have been cast yet, not until Alice falls further into her thoughts. ]
When: The second and third week of December
Where: Polgar and Blanc (namely, around her cottage)
What: After the last dungeon, Alice has suffered a blow to her confidence and, in turn, decides to strengthen the use of magic. Potential dark illusions backfiring and accidentally turning it on others.
Rating: TBA. If anything borders on possibly discomforting content, I'll put the appropriate warning. For now, vague mentions of mental illness.
Notes: YMMV in terms of nightmare fuel illusions, meaning that, it depends on who approaches her and how upset she is. I can't promise it if the conversation ends up being a friendly conversation and nothing else.
BLANC - The cottage
[ The best area to practice any sort of magic was usually outside of the cottage. What was once a beautifully blooming garden had long since been buried by snow and a grim-faced Alice trudged herself outside without saying a word, leaving her kitten peering curiously out of the window, watching her trudge through the snow. Every so often, Alice paused to ensure that she was alone, choosing to rely on the little advice she had been given so far regarding magic.
But with Gissela Palace weighing on her mind, the images of ash and fire won't be easily purged. It's a taint in her mind that leaves her unable to clear her mind. Pushing through the snow, Alice continues on, stopping at the half-covered patio and drawing a breath to try and clear her mind. She can't, obviously, it's hard to push the images and feelings that accompany her feelings make it hard to remove herself from those feelings.
Images. Terrible images, but this is nearly an everyday occurrence for Alice, who struggles with more than she lets on. Those images, unfortunately, she's not fully aware of manifesting beyond her control, but for now, the images remain in her mind, just as she begins to cast a spell. She wants to try and focus on imagining her spells more, what it feels like to harness them.
It's never this simple she knows and her spells never involve an actual incantation, just the feeling of what it feels like to have mana flow through her body and what she sees in her mind. The illusions have yet to manifest, thankfully. ]
Polgar - Dusk
[ With a bitter taste in her mouth after encountering spiders and finding no comfort in the hot springs, Alice slips back on her shoes, wearing a much more modest chiffon dress and shawl tied around her shoulders taking in the sight of the night sky before resuming her quiet practice. Even after any mishaps back in Blanc, Alice is stubborn to try her magic, yet again. Dark magic, but also water magic, after being inspired by dipping her feet into the water. Once she doesn't hear anyone else, she secludes herself to a place where she doesn't see anyone around her. Not too far from the hot springs with her red shoes back on, Alice draws another breath and recalls from her practice in Blanc what was and wasn't successful.
It's when Alice starts to feel more insecure, smaller than she had ever felt before, incapable of doing anything right. Still, she tried, she would continue to try and regain control of her magic. There would be no incantation, yet again, just Alice closing her eyes and trying to harness that energy.
Like before, no illusions have been cast yet, not until Alice falls further into her thoughts. ]
Polgar
They were her own words, and ones that she had turned over her head whenever her thoughts began to wonder. If that was the case, and that was truly what she had experienced herself in her casting, then why..?
Why had it been so easy, the Dark spell's incantation falling from her lips so effortlessly there? Luxanna Crownguard, a woman guided by the light of justice and judgment—had Enprise really changed her so? It felt heavy, like a ball of iron in the pit of her stomach; a feeling she couldn't quite shake.
Lost to her own thoughts, she hadn't quite noticed the other woman just yet. Dressed likewise in blue, she leaned against a nearby wall, some sort of book pressed against her chest. Light reading, she told herself. Something to distract her from not only the odd festivities around the city, but from her own, somewhat dark thoughts. ]
no subject
What she created out of her palm wasn't at all like she pictured. Wasn't the purpose of magic to reflect what she pictured? No matter how much she ridiculed herself, no matter how much she told herself what a failure she was, she wasn't about to leave. The intrusive thoughts that continued to hold her down.
She couldn't stop the image of the phoenix from entering her mind again. The horrible yet beautiful sight of the phoenix in the sky. What happened next after that, Alice didn't care to remember or even tried. It stopped her water spell, Alice rubbing her face as the image of the phoenix continued to reply in her head.
It would become twisted, warped by her grief, how Alice stood there and began to recall all of them coughing up on the ash. Everything should have been black and charred. As with any of her thoughts, she wasn't always ready to tell the illusions she created became outward projections. To Alice, as soon as she pulled her hands away from her face and looked at the image being warped into something else. By now, terrible visions are so commonplace for her, she thinks nothing of it, squinting through her fingers and eventually dropping her hands to her sides.
She has no idea that the dark cloud surrounding it and herself are the beginnings of a powerful illusion. Alice saunters in her shoes and eventually decides to walk around it, figuring it to be nothing more than a hallucination. ]
I don't need this right now.
[ A horrible, violent illusion calling out to her? It's nothing out of the ordinary, Alice quickens her pace to find a place to sit and force her mind to clear. But the cloud grows and so does the illusion and as it speaks her name, she grows more determined to ignore it. ]