Premonitions
- Location
- Rockford, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X][1718] Tell nobody outside the other nobles. This information must be handled carefully. As the number of people in on the secret widens, the pressure to act grows, and establishing any contact with the wider galaxy at all cannot be done cautiously enough.
[X][PLAN] No.
[X][PLAN] No.
Premonitions
One week later...
It happens as you wander in the wilderness, pondering the issue of the Unsealing. While you opted not to oppose the plan, you still have your misgivings. Namely, what happens when the boys are out. No, not the plan itself. You know what happens there -- you inform your father. With him, you confront Dandeer.
But you have concerns about Jaffur and Jaron. You're worried that the rest of the conspiracy isn't taking their reactions into account. From what you've seen...Jaffur feels helpless. Even more, now that Jaron has...whatever is happening to him. You can't claim to know Jaffur as well as some of your other friends, but you think you know him well enough to guess what his reaction will be to finally being free to react.
You're worried that nobody will be able to restrain him from trying to kill Dandeer.
And isn't that another problem? Dandeer. What to do with her, really. You do not want her to die. Well, you...damn it. You hate her, so much. You never really understood what a principled objection was until you were forced to consider the thought of Jaffur tearing her apart, and realized that a principled objection was the only objection you had to the idea. It kind of scares you, how flimsy that feels.
It shouldn't be, you think. It shouldn't feel like it's so weak. I think killing is wrong. It shouldn't feel so easy to want to ignore that.
You sigh. Everything is so hard. Everything to do with Jaffur has been hard, ever since the day you met him. You briefly contemplate the thought of making him apologize to you. Maybe while channeling Spirit Saiyan. You wouldn't even need everybody's willing donations. Just throw up your hands, concentrate ki, and drag it in. And then go and punch a stupid boy until he says that he's sorry.
It's surprisingly tempting.
But you're distracting yourself, and once you realize it, you drag yourself back on track.
What nobody else seems to be considering is that Jaffur loves his brother, and Jaron is suffering. Suffering in ways you don't even know how to identify. Jaffur is stuck; forced to watch. He sees every moment of Jaron's life through that damn sky, and then Jaron comes into the Seal, just...staring. You've never seen Jaffur look more desperate, not in a whole year of visits. And then you told him about his mother. When Jaffur gets out, having just burned his way through the Seal, you're afraid that he won't stop for anything. Unless you miss your guess, he'll tear off at top speed, and he won't stop until his fist meets Dandeer's face. And once he gets within arm's reach of her, you don't think anybody will be able to stop what happens next.
If nobody is taking that possibility seriously, and nobody will be able to stop Jaffur once he gets going...that means it's up to you to stop him, before he starts.
The responsibility settles in around your shoulders like a katchin weight, pressing at your shoulder and the back of your neck and digging in like booted feet driving you to the ground beneath you before you can react-
You gasp, transforming and flaring, and shove down just before your face hits the dirt, expelling ki from your palms in a great, invisible wave. You press upwards against the sudden pressure, and it vanishes. You rocket up into the sky before catching yourself, looking around wildly to find the source-
And the white drains from your eyes, as the premonition ends.
You suck in a gasp of air, feeling like your throat is shattering, and take several quick, shallow breaths. You feel adrenaline and ki chasing each other through your system.
ping
ping
pingpingping
Nothing.
Slowly, you release that power, dropping back to base. Then, of course, the rest of the world catches up with you, and you feel Dad, Grandma, and Yammar transforming in reaction to your own panicked spike.
Vision, you send them. Scary, but I'm fine.
Something in your tone must tell them that you're not interested in discussing it, because they subside with nothing more than quiet pings of acknowledgement. They leave you alone, and you begin contemplating the...not vision, no matter what you said. "Premonition," feels more appropriate, here. You saw nothing. Just...felt.
Your hand drifts to the back of your neck. Powerful. Powerful enough to drive you to the ground. Powerful enough to snap your neck, from what you felt...but it didn't. Just pushed you down. This isn't a warning of danger. Not directly. But it's a warning of something.
And your Sight is exhausted. You can't check.
But you know somebody who can.
Goal acquired: Visit Sensei Carrick to discuss your premonition.
When do you do so?
[ ] Immediately. You don't have a time scale on this; whatever he's doing can wait.
[ ] At his earliest convenience. You think that you can wait on this just a little while.
[ ] Hold off until later tonight. His schedule is empty enough at the busiest of times; you know for sure he'll be available then.
[ ] Actually, this can wait until your next lesson.
[ ] Write-in.
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