Remiel
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Post by Remiel on Aug 25, 2013 20:45:13 GMT -5
Water. Remiel felt at home with it, in it; and at the same time, his affinity to it... it highlighted how he was different, possibly even... inhuman.
Right now, he was swimming, and he could already count the peculiarities: underwater, the bubbles had stopped coming from his nostrils and from his mouth... he had been underneath for so long that if he was a normal person he would have already died. There were other things that were at work within him that were not normal; he only managed to be buoyant when he wanted to; he did not bleed blood but foam (although right now he did not have any wounds to display the phenomenon); he was tougher than a normal person. And yet for his eccentricities they were not always so useful, either in finding clues to his missing identity... or in making his way about this vast foreign world he had found himself in.
A few fish swam past by him; a couple lingered to look at him with their ludicrous eyes, and he distracted himself with the thought of if this particular sort of lake-dweller was edible, and how it would be prepared and how it would taste... not that he was anything in the culinary domain, it was just a little break of entertainment from the melancholy seriousness. Water was, even as it set him apart, comforting; and so this was a way to think, to organize his thoughts, as he had been doing earlier, and as he now proceeded to do so, again.
Magic. He had not known, in an academic sense, how to cast, but he had a feeling that that was the other connection, after water. Feelings... they may be vague, but they had been his constant guides. The people in Magnostadt had identified him as a potential mage (if he wasn;t already one and he had simply forgotten how to weave spells), and there were things, besides the mechanisms of his body, that a normal person apparently wasn't able to. He knew where people where without seeing or hearing or smelling or touching them, as long as they were near enough. Feelings... he seemed to absorb them like a sponge, from those that surrounded him... although he could somewhat direct his attentions to a single target at a time...
This lake... it was somewhere in the Waas Forest, the forest where he had woken up after a dreamless sleep and a missing past. Solitude... Remiel liked people, but there were times that one needed to be alone. Still, apparently, such meditations were incapable of shoring up memories of his magic and his self, at least in his case; he had not met many amnesiacs. He poked a passing cod, and it bit his finger. Urk. Vengeance as thinking of you as food, earlier?
He made his way to the surface, but even as he did so, he divined a presence... was there someone else who had tarried by here, in this secluded place? Breaking into the world of air, the seeker gasped for breath, even if he did not necessarily need to; he cleared his eyes with a few blinks, he cleared his mouth with a little cough, and then he peered.
While he was but an unofficial host, in this clearing he fancied an unofficial claim to... who was his visitor?
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