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[psychomancy]

[this is the comm flicking on by itself because this is rp and we can do that. gemma is standing in her living room, in front of one of the windows. she carefully peeks through one of the curtains (they've been shut tight ever since the bird/rat attack). there is a cap of tea in her free hand. seeing nothing trying to break the glass, she gives a relieved sigh, pulling the drapes back and slumping her shoulders a bit.]

Thank goodness those horrid creatures have stopped!

[suddenly, there's a little spark at her fingers. gemma jumps like two feet in the air, eyes wide. her teacup falls from her hand, but strangely, it just slowly floats to the ground instead of falling and spilling. gemma presses a hand to her heart, and just watches it until it settles innocently on the carpet.]

... Oh.

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hlo lets be victorian at each other y/n ALSO VOICE

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

[curiously, but also hesitantly because MAGIC IS SCARY:] How in the world did you manage that?

pip pip and all that ALSO, VIDEO

[psychomancy]

[WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK THAT SOB]

I--well, it's a bit of a long story. That's my power, though. Magic, I mean.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

[WELL GOODNESS he can't just talk to her not face to face now, how rude!! he has to fiddle for a little bit to figure out how to make it video again SO... she gets a few seconds of awkward static and him hmming to himself before he manages to get it working, albeit upside-down and probably much more centered on his thoroughly abused vest than anything else......]

The City's doing, then. How amazing! Only a little while ago I imagine I would have dismissed it as trickery, but with the evidence here I have little choice.

What else can you do with it?

[psychomancy]

[Okay she giggles at him just a little. But she clears her throat in an attempt to mask it.]

I'm sorry sir, but you're holding the communicator upside-down.

I actually had this power in my own world. And I'm not quite sure--I've just gotten it back, you see. I... died a few weeks ago.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

So I am! [he flips it over, looking rather sheepish.] I'm still getting used to these, as you can see.

I'm... sorry to hear that. You mean to say it took you from your deathbed, as well? [intrusive, but he has been, as far as he knows, the only one that's happened to.]

[psychomancy]

It will get easier, with time.

[A... pause.] No, sir. I died here, in the City.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

[!!!]

Then -- how?

[psychomancy]

How what?

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

Are you still alive? I know this must be rude of me, but... this City seems to disregard even the most basic rules I thought I knew.

[psychomancy]

It's alright, it is rather confusing. The ImPorter... brings people back to life, if they die here. That's the simplest way to say it, I suppose.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

So it even takes away any hope of seeing the afterlife here. I'm not sure if that's comforting, or threatening.

[psychomancy]

I'm not sure either, to be honest.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

From the looks of it, no one is. And reasonably so, to have that sort of power is nothing short of unsettling.

[as an afterthought:] My name is Daniel.

[psychomancy]

I suppose so.

Hello, Daniel. I'm Gemma.