[ A good thing to recognise, both in the abstract and in the very real possibility that one day they might get their hands on some answers. ]
It was a future Earth, the 2500s. War, climate change and extreme natural disasters had changed the shape of life on the planet, humanity was contained for the most part in megacities scattered around the globe and a few satellite colonies in space. Advanced technology, next-level capitalism, the world overseen by the United Nations.
And yeah. New abilities. Those of us from outside of that universe were unmistakeable to one another thanks to the shard of something within us that granted us a seed of new power, stripped us of any existing abilities, and made it so that we would experience one another's emotional landscapes if we ever shared any kind of skin contact. That something has stayed with me, though it doesn't seem to have sustained its power nullification trait. What I do still have is the power it granted me, which in my case has to do with neural interpretation and manipulation.
[ His new power isn't something it's wise for him to share widely - even back there, there were people he never told - but this is a different landscape. There are echoes of the same vulnerability here, but he doesn't feel it quite as keenly as he had on that Earth. Here, his power isn't all he has to rely on. Here, he still has his magic.
So he can afford to share his secrets with a trusted few. To hold himself accountable, and to remain worthy of trust. ]
[ Angela is not the most insightful person, especially with people she doesn't know all that well. So the deep amount of trust that Stephen is gracing her with goes largely unremarked upon. But, she will honor his gesture of honesty with one of her own. ]
The peninsula of Ryslig was in some ways similar. It was no Earth, but it had been ravaged by disaster, and as far as we could tell, the entire world beyond the peninsula was lost, in a war between the local gods. We, too, were stripped of any abilities upon arrival; those of us who were not human were essentially made human by force. And then, after time and exposure to the Fog God's power, we were made into something else. You have seen my monster form.
This world, it seems, grants us a compromise. It has restored to you your magic, and to me my Asgardian strength, while leaving us with the traces of our previous worlds.
I suppose no one can escape such experiences untouched.
[ Ah. Context. He'd known only the very basics, from the assumption that minotaur wasn't a typical Asgardian trait to that discussion held while making careful plans to protect Loki from his own choices: could he or Billy make fog?
Fog God. From Asgardian to human to something else. The work of a god in another world, carried over.
It's a strange way to find kinship, two people of different origins from different universes four times over. But there aren't many here who have cause to understand what it is to have been through the multiversal wringer more than once, and come out changed in ways impossible to ignore. ]
I suppose not. Now all we need do is make the best of it.
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It was a future Earth, the 2500s. War, climate change and extreme natural disasters had changed the shape of life on the planet, humanity was contained for the most part in megacities scattered around the globe and a few satellite colonies in space. Advanced technology, next-level capitalism, the world overseen by the United Nations.
And yeah. New abilities. Those of us from outside of that universe were unmistakeable to one another thanks to the shard of something within us that granted us a seed of new power, stripped us of any existing abilities, and made it so that we would experience one another's emotional landscapes if we ever shared any kind of skin contact. That something has stayed with me, though it doesn't seem to have sustained its power nullification trait. What I do still have is the power it granted me, which in my case has to do with neural interpretation and manipulation.
[ His new power isn't something it's wise for him to share widely - even back there, there were people he never told - but this is a different landscape. There are echoes of the same vulnerability here, but he doesn't feel it quite as keenly as he had on that Earth. Here, his power isn't all he has to rely on. Here, he still has his magic.
So he can afford to share his secrets with a trusted few. To hold himself accountable, and to remain worthy of trust. ]
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The peninsula of Ryslig was in some ways similar. It was no Earth, but it had been ravaged by disaster, and as far as we could tell, the entire world beyond the peninsula was lost, in a war between the local gods. We, too, were stripped of any abilities upon arrival; those of us who were not human were essentially made human by force. And then, after time and exposure to the Fog God's power, we were made into something else. You have seen my monster form.
This world, it seems, grants us a compromise. It has restored to you your magic, and to me my Asgardian strength, while leaving us with the traces of our previous worlds.
I suppose no one can escape such experiences untouched.
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Fog God. From Asgardian to human to something else. The work of a god in another world, carried over.
It's a strange way to find kinship, two people of different origins from different universes four times over. But there aren't many here who have cause to understand what it is to have been through the multiversal wringer more than once, and come out changed in ways impossible to ignore. ]
I suppose not. Now all we need do is make the best of it.
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[ :') ]
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But, will the grey hair be from age, or stress?
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[ Stress. His money's on stress. ]