Ok, well this is certainly A Thing that is Happening. In all honesty, it could still be worse. The word could doing a lot of heavy lifting.
What, am I supposed to save the world by hanging on the wall all day? Or be swung around by some dork in plate armor, unable to contribute anything other than being used as a tool? Will I never be able to speak again? Or am I going to hang on this wall until I rust into nothing? Oh God, am I going to be stuck here forever? I can't do this forever, Unable to move or speak? I can't MOVE I can't feel anything Why can't I breathe I don't have lungs oh God oh God- not good uh- Wooden Floors, Anvil, Tongs, Forge, -uh, Shields, Swords, Armor, Window,
Bagpipes, Coins, More Coins, Leather boots, Dwarf Smith, Green Rito,
Busy Street, Sunlight,
Tabby Cat
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It's best if I don't think about the long term for a bit. No need to dwell on the then when there's the now!! Sparkle! Glitter! Repression!! yaaaay!
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Mana! I have mana, right? Can I use it? Is It like a magic core thing? or like veins? I try feeling around for- something. Maybe something warm? Pleasant? Creative?
... hmm.
I try meditating - I've never been very good at it. Feeling the flow of energy cycling within. hot to cold, cold to hot. There's definitely something there- But sitting here just thinking is starting to make my thoughts unbearably itchy again.
Oh! What skills do I have?
What does Spectral Sight mean, besides being able to see? What makes it "Spectral"? Can I see Specters? I try focusing on the Blacksmith, finally taking in more details about the world around me. He looks to be about 4 feet tall (though my frame of reference is very skewed at the moment) Having a thick black beard braided haphazardly into a unique design. He has tanned skin covered by soot and sweat from a day at the forge, and he seems clothed in very Blacksmith clothes. By that I mean heavy apron, big worn boots, belt for tools, etc.
I look at the guy really hard. and then I Look.
That's cool! So It's kind of like an inspection ability. Very nice.
I dismiss the popup and observe the surroundings in more detail. The shop is small but busy, with a handful of patrons browsing the wares scattered about the room. The store itself is a cluttered yet cozy place, barrels filled with spears, pole-arms, and the like. The front counter has ornate daggers on display, and the surrounding shelves are exploding with all sorts of shields, arrow heads, and spare armor parts. A table in the middle of the room displays swords of different makes- broadsword, claymore, scimitar, short sword, ect.
The emerald green Rito from before is still discussing something with the smith, probably negotiating a price.
"60 copper is still too much! a simple marrow of arrowheads will never sell for that much, even in the capital."
"Frau Klinders, mein arrowheads are nicht like others. They are Krim alloy, as I have repeatedly told you."
A human stalked up to the counter, clearly seeking to end the conflict.
"Laiolin, you need to stop causing a scene every time we resupply!"
Indeed, a whole host of people were around the store seemingly waiting out the conflict. The Rito- Laiolin turned to her companion in what seemed to be anger, as her feathers further raised in indignation. I don't know, I'm not good at reading birds.
"Mark, This Sootite is overselling me!"
The surrounding people shuffled about in some kind of emotion. Both the human- Mark, and the shopkeep grew stormy expressions. Mark grabbed Laiolin by the elbow to drag her off to the side and hiss something at her. The crowd shifted and mumbled. The bird broke away.
"I'm not apologizing for saying the truth! You know how Mine Trolls are, the greedy lot!"
The Dwarf snapped, "I do not serve hateful kinds like yourself, get out."
"So sorry about her, Lin-"
The bird squawked (literally, it was hilarious) and turned back towards the Dwarf, shouting insane things as her poor companion dragged her out the store by her wing.
Honestly, If I get to keep spectating fantasy Karens, I don't mind sticking around for a little bit.
