Who: Kimihiro, Mugetsu, hopefully you! What: A few activities to get him started. ❤ Where: Everywhere! Most threads are around Merlaut, though! When: The month of December! Content Warnings: None, just spoilers sometimes.
(after all, what is magic if not that? connection? kimihiro simply smiles, polite and kind, even if he doesn't like what he's about to say. it's more out of sympathy than anything else.)
Even that, huh? I've been locked out of my abilities as well.
My magic is stuck within me, but at least I still have my knowledge. I was told that the world picks from what we know, and between me and Mizuhashi, I believe this knowledge would be useful considering how we lived before here.
I've been told the same. It was a collective dream - I wasn't part of strangely. [ she sighs. ] I would have liked to have been though. The Force... it's been part of me since I was born. Having it cut off is like missing a sense.
[ ahsoka pauses, taking in the weight of that admission. she was taken in so young, she doesn't really have any memory of where she came from. there is no loss if there is no attachment, just as the jedi intend when taking in the force sensitive children long before they can conceive of such concepts. she's been wondering more lately what her life would be like if not for that. ]
I know how hard it can be. To be alone. Or to even feel it. [ her lowered eyes drift back up to him. ] You don't have to be alone.
(had he known her memories, or lack thereof, were also a source of pain, he would have connected even more with the woman in front of him. his memory is wiped, perhaps even forged - his parents, his ability to taste food, his own history, all in an earring traveling the realms. it's a lonely existence, the one he doesn't even share with his other self, syaoran... not that he resents it, he was happy to simply exist in the company of his friends...
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(it just sounds like such a broad concept to his ears.)
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It's an energy field that connects all living things. Those sensitive to the Force can be trained to manipulate it with the minds.
If I had access to it, moving a broom around would be a simple trick.
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(after all, what is magic if not that? connection? kimihiro simply smiles, polite and kind, even if he doesn't like what he's about to say. it's more out of sympathy than anything else.)
Even that, huh? I've been locked out of my abilities as well.
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This world strips us all of any abilities. It's strange though - I can still feel it. Within me, but... I can't extend it out into the world.
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My magic is stuck within me, but at least I still have my knowledge. I was told that the world picks from what we know, and between me and Mizuhashi, I believe this knowledge would be useful considering how we lived before here.
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So, should the world pull some more of these shenanigans, I'll be able to respond and recognize it.
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[ there is a difference between having the power and knowing how to use it. this much is true of the force as well. ]
I hope the Void brings back our connections again. I have faith, but it feels like a long waiting game.
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(sure his power grew, and with it, his comprehension of the spiritual world. he's still learning, though. god knows how long it took yuuko.)
I heard it happened in a dream only.
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I've been told the same. It was a collective dream - I wasn't part of strangely. [ she sighs. ] I would have liked to have been though. The Force... it's been part of me since I was born. Having it cut off is like missing a sense.
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(he says youth past, but he doesn't look a day over eighteen, this teen-looking man.)
It did grow gradually into the same feeling.
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Why did you want to get rid of them to begin with?
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(with a gesture, he invites her in, to sit with him on the floor.)
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I imagine that must have been frightening for you. To not have any guidance on what you were going through.
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(yuuko... the mention makes him nostalgic, a hint of sorrow in his words even if he smiles through them.)
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(... he gives her a warm smile, albeit sorrowful from understanding her pain in a personal level.)
I was no different.
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I know how hard it can be. To be alone. Or to even feel it. [ her lowered eyes drift back up to him. ] You don't have to be alone.
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(had he known her memories, or lack thereof, were also a source of pain, he would have connected even more with the woman in front of him. his memory is wiped, perhaps even forged - his parents, his ability to taste food, his own history, all in an earring traveling the realms. it's a lonely existence, the one he doesn't even share with his other self, syaoran... not that he resents it, he was happy to simply exist in the company of his friends...
even if they no longer breathe.)
I'm here every day. You should come see me.