ORIENTATION ♔ others have excuses, but I have my reasons why

[sirstickuphisass]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Eric, Lila, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Eric meets with his new squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Training Room; Firing Range
WHEN || Thursday evening, March 7th
HOW || Actionspam

[ So remember how Lila was skulking around the firing range since it ~felt like home~? Well, guess who comes up behind her while she's pointing at a target today, sounding annoyed as hell? ]

What do you think you're doing?

Comments

[bittersweeter]

I'm an Aries. I like cherry slushies and blue cotton candy. I'm a dream worker. Which basically means I can force someone into REM sleep and then, well, then I can pretty much do whatever I want with them. Unlike hypnosis, self-preservation doesn't always kick in.

[sirstickuphisass]

[ welp that pulls him up short ] You mean you can plant suggestions in their mind.

[bittersweeter]

Yes. And nightmares. Well, dreams, but... [Shrug.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Something you learned, or...?

[bittersweeter]

No. Workers are born, not taught.

[sirstickuphisass]

Something genetic?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, but there's different kinds of workers. Like, my parents weren't dream workers. We're just born with higher than normal hyperbathygammic levels. [This is weird, explaining. Everyone usually knows.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Hyper ... what now?

[bittersweeter]

Hyperbathygammic. HBG for short. [She feels no need to perpetuate the more derogatory terms for workers, so she refrains from calling it the "heebeegeebees".] It's something to do with brain chemistry.

[sirstickuphisass]

Sounds almost like psionics. But that's usually less... tactile.

[bittersweeter]

[Huh?]

They used to call it thaumaturgy? Workers were revered.

[They aren't anymore.] But yeah, hand to skin contact is necessary.

[sirstickuphisass]

Thaumaturgists. Now that I've heard of, but I thought that power actually came from the gods.

[bittersweeter]

[Blink blink blink.]

You don't mean pre-Christian civilizations considering workers to be god-like, you mean actual gods... don't you?

[sirstickuphisass]

I take it you're not a big believer in the Shadow pantheon?

[bittersweeter]

Uh, no. [Because she has no idea what entails this pantheon and, well, if she did -- Lila doesn't believe in that stuff.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Can't really say I am either. But it's hard to disbelieve it entirely when some people are walking around here claiming to be descended from gods.

[bittersweeter]

Key word there claimed. I could claim to be James Bond's kid, I've got the hair, and it wouldn't be true.

[sirstickuphisass]

I'm not vouching for it one way or another. But they do get their weird magic powers from somewhere.

[bittersweeter]

Maybe I'll start telling people I got mine from Jesus.

[sirstickuphisass]

Laugh all you want. But some Christian clerics can resurrect the dead: and last I checked, arcane magic users couldn't.

[bittersweeter]

[She is unimpressed.] Cassel's grandad can kill people with his pinky finger. I can make people walk off buildings for fun. Cassel can turn people into goats. That's genetics, not magic.

[Because whatever, magic. Workers have existed since the dawn of time, it's not magic to her, it just is. Magic is Harry Potter and Narnia. Lila doesn't even believe in God god, she's sure not going to believe in an entire pantheon of that crap. At least not without proof.

Lila doesn't deal in faith.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Call it whatever you want, but I'm sure plenty of two hundred year old wizards will beg to differ.

[bittersweeter]

Okay, fine. Note to self, don't tell two hundred year old wizards that they're nuts. Got it.

[sirstickuphisass]

Anyways, I'm sure we have better things to do with our time than argue about the semantics of magic.

What do you need to know?

[bittersweeter]

[Snort.]

Aren't you supposed to be teaching me, Yoda?