that's a familiar face - and not just because of makoto. there's a far-off memory of a time and place jiuqing never really belonged to, and she finds herself bowing.]
[we're going back to a DC of 10 for this since they're not in inazuma anymore, so jiuqing snaps out of it at that, shifting her grip on the sword to bring one hand up to her head]
[ she does look at her throat, at the bruise there. but then glances away again. ]
I won't argue there aren't unexplored corners of the Prism - that much is obvious. Many of you have gone places now, and often the Prism reacts to things, to emotions and otherwise. Whatever it was, it wasn't real, in the end. A convincing illusion.
[...she looks like she's not sure if she should ask this, but - she can't help but wonder.]
...how did it show us Makoto? None of us had ever heard of her before. And your sword... [she glances at the sword unless steel has already put it back into her tiddy] ...we'd never heard of it either.
Or at least, I hadn't. I suppose you might have told one of the others...?
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that's a familiar face - and not just because of makoto. there's a far-off memory of a time and place jiuqing never really belonged to, and she finds herself bowing.]
...Shogun.
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... No. Not here.
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...but you were, before here...?
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[ they remove the blade entirely from jiuqings hands now, holding it. ]
There was no before here.
[ this is said in maybe a more stubborn way than before. digging in. ]
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...do you really believe that?
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[ Their face - where it was clear before, seems to begin to drip into shadow again, the eyes glowing against the growing darkness. ]
The rest of it is ... muddling. It is a distraction. ... And that place and that time is gone.
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[she touches the bruise at her throat. it's pretty nasty looking. if that place and time is gone, then what the fuck did that to her throat, huh?]
...I'm sorry to contradict you, but it felt real.
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[ she does look at her throat, at the bruise there. but then glances away again. ]
I won't argue there aren't unexplored corners of the Prism - that much is obvious. Many of you have gone places now, and often the Prism reacts to things, to emotions and otherwise. Whatever it was, it wasn't real, in the end. A convincing illusion.
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[...she looks like she's not sure if she should ask this, but - she can't help but wonder.]
...how did it show us Makoto? None of us had ever heard of her before. And your sword... [she glances at the sword unless steel has already put it back into her tiddy] ...we'd never heard of it either.
Or at least, I hadn't. I suppose you might have told one of the others...?
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A reflection of my memory perhaps.
[ but she sounds uncertain. ]
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[...]
If there was no before here... how was there anything in your memory to reflect?