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[X] Bassoon's a mage, right? You're feeling paranoid, after the Unsealing. Ask him to look over you and Dazarel for foreign magic
No. of Votes: 21
Marty7928
Akiri
Aranfan
Bakkasama
CaesriusPolybius
Cariyaga
Conceptualist
Deathbybunnies
Frvborg
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KaintukeeBob
Karnax626
Kingofbooks
KnightDisciple
nkd1325
Simon_Jester
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The3rdCorinthian
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WorthyAlchemist?

[X] Get to know Bassoon a little better. He's your host; you might as well be familiar with him.
No. of Votes: 10
Simon_Jester
CaesriusPolybius
Conceptualist
Frvborg
glamps
KnightDisciple
Mathematicae
Pittauro
QTesseract
TalonofAnathrax

[X] Ask about the state of the galaxy. He dropped a lot on you last night, but you get the feeling that there's an awful lot more. Get a general overview of the shape of things.
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QTesseract
Bakkasama
Bommelom
Jrin

[X] Get specifics on your cousins...cousin. Toru. It doesn't sound like the Namekians know a lot, but every little bit helps. Maybe you can help him?
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The3rdCorinthian

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[X] Bassoon's a mage, right? You're feeling paranoid, after the Unsealing. Ask him to look over you and Dazarel for foreign magic.

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    • Saiyan, Contain, Protect: Uprooted

    ~~~​

    'Urgent message from Princess Kakara. Imminent magical disaster, planetary scope. House Senzu pardoned. Evacuation order to Senzu Hall in effect.'

    The telepathic message comes from Korra Senzu, leader of MTF Alpha-3, with the exact location of the hall attached. Silence sweeps through the main cafeteria of Site 19, most of the saiyans there glancing at each other in disbelief, confusion, or suspicion. Clan lines aren't as significant here as they are elsewhere; in fact, it's one of the first things training stamps out of you. Saiyans are not the enemy here--that label is reserved for the things they work every day to contain. Despite that, there's the niggling idea that maybe it's a trick, that the isolated House Senzu has chosen to make a play.

    That idea dissipates moments later, when verification starts to roll in. An agent in Saiyan Radio reports Papata Fren making her exit, passing on the message to anyone within her own range. Lord Berra is reported to be missing, but his family is fleeing as well. Several members of the Ancestor Cult are spreading the word. The young Scion's influence is unmistakable, and in that light, doubt turns to panic.

    Site 19 is nowhere near Senzu Hall. In fact, it's nowhere near any major location, saiyan or human. The choice was a deliberate one, decades ago, in order to keep the anomalous isolated from society at large. Their wards are good, but not as good as those of House Senzu. Would they suffice to shield them from the coming catastrophe?

    A request for further information is sent out, and Korra responds quickly. Dandelor has mind controlled the leaders of both clans, and will be setting off a ritual in short order. Kakara and Yammar were delaying her, but in all likelihood had already been defeated. This information is passed on to Memetics and to the Counter-Conceptual Division, and they start running the numbers. Initial estimates are grim, and a full evacuation of the site is officially put into effect.

    The growing panic is one most personnel know how to handle, allowing it to galvanize them into action. The majority of SCPs have no procedures in place for extended containment in the absence of personnel, and new procedures are hastily devised. In many cases, complete lockdown will suffice. Critical supplies and Thaumiel-class SCPs are prepped for evacuation alongside agents. There are few Keter classes--far fewer than what their records show were present on Earth--but the few that remain are too dangerous to leave behind. The majority of personnel are assigned to quickly establish a mobile containment method for these. Clearance issues are disregarded. There's no time.

    The Gokun sorcerors--none are Vegetan, since after all there are only two of those--take point in dealing with the most dangerous cases. Many of them were there to seal Dazarel, borrowing the power of the Genki Dama to do the job, and now that story plays over in miniature throughout the facility, with other saiyans offering what aid they can. A bound namekian statue has each of its three ki signatures locked away. A massive, eight-limbed heart breaks containment, and a leading sorceror is forced to seal it away inside himself. A Power Pole that expands nearby spinal cords is turned into an ordinary stick of wood, and the sorceror involved given a senzu bean. All temporary solutions, but they'll last while containment is re-established in a safer location.

    Even now, generations after the fall of Earth, the Foundation is nowhere near what it used to be. To handle this pushes it to its limits. But precious minutes after the message goes out, the job is done. Exhausted doctors, task forces, and sorcerors make their exit, burning PL for speed, and carrying the sealed objects along with them. Four times, a seal breaks on the way to Senzu Hall, and four times they have to recontain the escaped SCP. But the entire facility is working as one, and they make it just in time.

    ~~~​

    Even as they stride through the wards, Cresselia Peat is discussing options with her coworker. Both she and him are dosed to their eyeballs in a cocktail of mnestic drugs, plus a fair bit of subtle sorcery, that makes sure they remember anything and everything they need to know.

    "We'll need to run an analysis on the ritual Dandeer is executing," she says. "That's top priority. We need to know who it affects, how it affects them, and the vectors in play."

    As she's speaking, she's flipping through a hefty binder filled with documents. Each is filled with information on hazards they've faced in the past, approaches they've used on them, and even information on defunct memes and antimemes from the old days of the Foundation, before they arrived on Garenhuld.

    Kaleb Mato shakes his head. "The wards are key. We need to verify they'll hold against what's coming."

    Like her, Kaleb is also holding a thick binder. He has it open to an empty page, and is scrawling out calculations as fast as his pen will move. Which is fast indeed: his PL is setting at seven million, much higher than what he usually pretends he has outside of Site 19, and all of that is going to the movement of his pen. It's still not fast enough to keep up with the formulae pouring through his head, but it's an admirable effort.

    "We can leave that to Memetics, I think. Actually, where are they? If we have to deal with Dandeer, we need to be cooperating with them yesterday."

    "They're already working on a counter-meme. If you want to interrupt them, be my guest."

    Cresselia shudders. She knew full well how they got during development. Interrupt them at a bad time, and you'd be seeing green and speaking backward for a week. They wouldn't even have done it on purpose. That's just what you have to deal with when words and concepts have the kind of power they deal with on a routine basis.

    "Fair enough," she said. "Regardless...oh, Kais."

    She stopped flipping through her binder, realization filling her as she stared at the printed pages.

    "Kaleb, SCP-5871."

    "The Vegetan Sorcerors," he replied instantly. "Was a real pain in the rear to even get to the point where we could remember something happened. Still an open mystery what we're dealing with there."

    "No, it isn't. After this? It was Dandeer. It had to have been Dandeer."

    His eyes narrow, and then he nods, following the unspoken logic. "Yes. All right. That makes two world-spanning magics from her, then. Inverted containment?"

    Cresselia squints. The procedure he's referencing is an obscure one, hundreds of years old. She's read over the details exactly once, and never used it. If not for the mnestics, there's no chance she'd recognize the terminology. "You mean Earth-era? Invented by Bartholomew Hughes? That inverted containment? I don't see what good it would be, the Senzu wards should do the job well enough on their own."

    "And if they fall?" He asks. "Or if Dandeer comes up with something so pervasive even the wards don't keep it out? The inverted containment is one-hundred percent secure. Barring deliberate sabotage, it is mathematically impossible to breach. This is what it was made for."

    Was this what it was made for? She mulls it over. Inverted containment meant constructing a chamber in which a specific meme or infohazard did not reside...even if it existed literally everywhere outside that chamber. Its scope was broader than planetary--it could protect you from an idea that had its claws in the universe itself.

    Looking up at the sky, an idea pops into her head--one of five incomprehensibly massive fingers, weaving through constellations, crushing Garenhuld beneath their grip. A moment later, the spells on her mind detect a hazardous concept and wipe it away, leaving nothing behind but a vague sense of looming danger.

    "All right," she says, not quite knowing why. "I'll work on it. As soon as we've established containment."

    Kaleb finishes writing and slams his binder shut. "Excellent," he says, passing the binder along to her. "Here's my notes. I'm going to help explain away all the knick-knacks that we brought in, and find somewhere to contain them before the seals break."

    He strides away, leaving her to her thoughts among the building crowd of outside evacuees.

    She should be helping him. They need to reconstruct an entire Site under the Senzu wards, and do it without drawing undo attention. One masquerade has already fallen recently; it's no time to lose another. Instead, Cresselia finds herself looking up at the sky again. It's still bright out, but she can't help but think she sees the stars.
     
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    • scp foundation always leaves me conflicted.

    It's maybe the most horrifying fandom I've ever read anything about.

    I only ever read a few random scp entries, and some of these are so unbelievably invincible that i struggle to see how the foundation has survived that long. Really, The Enemy would not make the top 10 of the most dangerous entities there i think.

    Zeno himself might not make the top 5!


    ...I don't think i've ever read anything scarier than their memetic-antimemetic entries.
     
    Alright, I'll post the update tomorrow. In the meantime...
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    Saiyan, Contain, Protect: Uprooted

    ~~~​

    'Urgent message from Princess Kakara. Imminent magical disaster, planetary scope. House Senzu pardoned. Evacuation order to Senzu Hall in effect.'

    The telepathic message comes from Korra Senzu, leader of MTF Alpha-3, with the exact location of the hall attached. Silence sweeps through the main cafeteria of Site 19, most of the saiyans there glancing at each other in disbelief, confusion, or suspicion. Clan lines aren't as significant here as they are elsewhere; in fact, it's one of the first things training stamps out of you. Saiyans are not the enemy here--that label is reserved for the things they work every day to contain. Despite that, there's the niggling idea that maybe it's a trick, that the isolated House Senzu has chosen to make a play.

    That idea dissipates moments later, when verification starts to roll in. An agent in Saiyan Radio reports Papata Fren making her exit, passing on the message to anyone within her own range. Lord Berra is reported to be missing, but his family is fleeing as well. Several members of the Ancestor Cult are spreading the word. The young Scion's influence is unmistakable, and in that light, doubt turns to panic.

    Site 19 is nowhere near Senzu Hall. In fact, it's nowhere near any major location, saiyan or human. The choice was a deliberate one, decades ago, in order to keep the anomalous isolated from society at large. Their wards are good, but not as good as those of House Senzu. Would they suffice to shield them from the coming catastrophe?

    A request for further information is sent out, and Korra responds quickly. Dandelor has mind controlled the leaders of both clans, and will be setting off a ritual in short order. Kakara and Yammar were delaying her, but in all likelihood had already been defeated. This information is passed on to Memetics and to the Counter-Conceptual Division, and they start running the numbers. Initial estimates are grim, and a full evacuation of the site is officially put into effect.

    The growing panic is one most personnel know how to handle, allowing it to galvanize them into action. The majority of SCPs have no procedures in place for extended containment in the absence of personnel, and new procedures are hastily devised. In many cases, complete lockdown will suffice. Critical supplies and Thaumiel-class SCPs are prepped for evacuation alongside agents. There are few Keter classes--far fewer than what their records show were present on Earth--but the few that remain are too dangerous to leave behind. The majority of personnel are assigned to quickly establish a mobile containment method for these. Clearance issues are disregarded. There's no time.

    The Gokun sorcerors--none are Vegetan, since after all there are only two of those--take point in dealing with the most dangerous cases. Many of them were there to seal Dazarel, borrowing the power of the Genki Dama to do the job, and now that story plays over in miniature throughout the facility, with other saiyans offering what aid they can. A bound namekian statue has each of its three ki signatures locked away. A massive, eight-limbed heart breaks containment, and a leading sorceror is forced to seal it away inside himself. A Power Pole that expands nearby spinal cords is turned into an ordinary stick of wood, and the sorceror involved given a senzu bean. All temporary solutions, but they'll last while containment is re-established in a safer location.

    Even now, generations after the fall of Earth, the Foundation is nowhere near what it used to be. To handle this pushes it to its limits. But precious minutes after the message goes out, the job is done. Exhausted doctors, task forces, and sorcerors make their exit, burning PL for speed, and carrying the sealed objects along with them. Four times, a seal breaks on the way to Senzu Hall, and four times they have to recontain the escaped SCP. But the entire facility is working as one, and they make it just in time.

    ~~~​

    Even as they stride through the wards, Cresselia Peat is discussing options with her coworker. Both she and him are dosed to their eyeballs in a cocktail of mnestic drugs, plus a fair bit of subtle sorcery, that makes sure they remember anything and everything they need to know.

    "We'll need to run an analysis on the ritual Dandeer is executing," she says. "That's top priority. We need to know who it affects, how it affects them, and the vectors in play."

    As she's speaking, she's flipping through a hefty binder filled with documents. Each is filled with information on hazards they've faced in the past, approaches they've used on them, and even information on defunct memes and antimemes from the old days of the Foundation, before they arrived on Garenhuld.

    Kaleb Mato shakes his head. "The wards are key. We need to verify they'll hold against what's coming."

    Like her, Kaleb is also holding a thick binder. He has it open to an empty page, and is scrawling out calculations as fast as his pen will move. Which is fast indeed: his PL is setting at seven million, much higher than what he usually pretends he has outside of Site 19, and all of that is going to the movement of his pen. It's still not fast enough to keep up with the formulae pouring through his head, but it's an admirable effort.

    "We can leave that to Memetics, I think. Actually, where are they? If we have to deal with Dandeer, we need to be cooperating with them yesterday."

    "They're already working on a counter-meme. If you want to interrupt them, be my guest."

    Cresselia shudders. She knew full well how they got during development. Interrupt them at a bad time, and you'd be seeing green and speaking backward for a week. They wouldn't even have done it on purpose. That's just what you have to deal with when words and concepts have the kind of power they deal with on a routine basis.

    "Fair enough," she said. "Regardless...oh, Kais."

    She stopped flipping through her binder, realization filling her as she stared at the printed pages.

    "Kaleb, SCP-5871."

    "The Vegetan Sorcerors," he replied instantly. "Was a real pain in the rear to even get to the point where we could remember something happened. Still an open mystery what we're dealing with there."

    "No, it isn't. After this? It was Dandeer. It had to have been Dandeer."

    His eyes narrow, and then he nods, following the unspoken logic. "Yes. All right. That makes two world-spanning magics from her, then. Inverted containment?"

    Cresselia squints. The procedure he's referencing is an obscure one, hundreds of years old. She's read over the details exactly once, and never used it. If not for the mnestics, there's no chance she'd recognize the terminology. "You mean Earth-era? Invented by Bartholomew Hughes? That inverted containment? I don't see what good it would be, the Senzu wards should do the job well enough on their own."

    "And if they fall?" He asks. "Or if Dandeer comes up with something so pervasive even the wards don't keep it out? The inverted containment is one-hundred percent secure. Barring deliberate sabotage, it is mathematically impossible to breach. This is what it was made for."

    Was this what it was made for? She mulls it over. Inverted containment meant constructing a chamber in which a specific meme or infohazard did not reside...even if it existed literally everywhere outside that chamber. Its scope was broader than planetary--it could protect you from an idea that had its claws in the universe itself.

    Looking up at the sky, an idea pops into her head--one of five incomprehensibly massive fingers, weaving through constellations, crushing Garenhuld beneath their grip. A moment later, the spells on her mind detect a hazardous concept and wipe it away, leaving nothing behind but a vague sense of looming danger.

    "All right," she says, not quite knowing why. "I'll work on it. As soon as we've established containment."

    Kaleb finishes writing and slams his binder shut. "Excellent," he says, passing the binder along to her. "Here's my notes. I'm going to help explain away all the knick-knacks that we brought in, and find somewhere to contain them before the seals break."

    He strides away, leaving her to her thoughts among the building crowd of outside evacuees.

    She should be helping him. They need to reconstruct an entire Site under the Senzu wards, and do it without drawing undo attention. One masquerade has already fallen recently; it's no time to lose another. Instead, Cresselia finds herself looking up at the sky again. It's still bright out, but she can't help but think she sees the stars.
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    Oh, Foundation. Interesting idea. I'm going to go ahead and spoil that there's no Foundation in this quest (;)), so non-canon, but I like it! The bonus goes to defeating out-of-context threats!
     
    PoptartProdigy said:
    Alright, I'll post the update tomorrow. In the meantime...

    Oh, Foundation. Interesting idea. I'm going to go ahead and spoil that there's no Foundation in this quest (;)), so non-canon, but I like it! The bonus goes to defeating out-of-context threats!
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    Er, when you say out-of-context, do you mean like Dazarel, where his Powerlevel was not at all indicative of his reserves and other weird stuff, or more like 'invasive set of alternate physics' like the Heartless?
     
    Wow, going through this thread has been... a bit of a ride.

    I don't think I can accurately convey my thoughts for the players in this thread without getting immediately thrown out for trolling.

    As for the quest itself? Its gone about as well as I expected after seeing how it started. Not mad or salty about anything, it is what it is.

    I would have had a vote, but it's closed.
     
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    • [X] Bassoon's a mage, right? You're feeling paranoid, after the Unsealing. Ask him to look over you and Dazarel for foreign magic.

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    ​
    You glance at Dazarel for a moment, but decide not to smack him off of your shoulder. If that's what it takes for him to quit pissing off your host, you'll take it. Instead you turn your gaze skywards. "Good morning, Bassoon."

    The namekian blinks, grumbling as he slides out of bed. "...morning," he replies, rubbing at his neck. "You're cheerful."

    "I don't really need to sleep like this," you say.

    "Hmph. Lucky you," he says. "Surprised it doesn't get stressful, though."

    "I can handle it," you say. And you can, after all; it's nothing new to you. You've gone months without sleep before. It's all about managing your downtime.

    "If you say so," he says, standing and stretching. "Are you feeling better?"

    You grimace. "...I'll be okay," you say.

    He hums. "And you, Dazarel?"

    The dragon grumbles, fluttering his wings.

    Bassoon sighs. "Whatever. Hang on a second." He walks out of the bedroom and enters a small kitchen. He draws a pitcher of cold water, takes a breath, and then tips it back.

    By the time he sets it down, you're honestly impressed. "I didn't think anybody but saiyans could drink two gallons of water in ten seconds," you say.

    "When you only need water to survive, you pick it up," says Bassoon, taking a deep breath. "Blockade runs are a real good time to learn how to get it done fast." He sighs, setting down the pitcher. "So, what can I do for you this morning, Kakara?"

    You duck your head, a little embarrassed. "Ah...sorry. I don't mean to bother you."

    "Hey, I'm kind of just coasting along at this point," he replies, heading back to the bedroom. "I'm sure I'll find the time to be weirded out by our situation later. For now, I'll manage. So, how can I help you?"

    "You're a mage, right?" you ask, lifting off and floating idly.

    "I am," he answers. "By the way, changing. Eyes down if you don't care to see."

    You duck your head, flushing as the sound of rustling fabric echoes down from the sky. "Thanks. Anyway, I was wondering...there was a lot of magic going around, when I was fighting Dandeer. I wanted to see if any of it stuck. I wouldn't think it had, but she had some spells on my...allies, and..."

    You hear the rustling noises pause for a moment before picking back up with renewed vigor. "Crap. You're right, you're absolutely right, that's obvious, I should've thought of it myself- do you have any spells on you already, or- no, if there was something bad, she'd obviously have you say, 'No, that one's fine...'"

    You swallow. He obviously has some experience with this. "For what it's worth, there's my Masque."

    "Your Masque?" he asks.

    "Lets me turn into a human," you say, still staring at the grass below. "For blending in."

    "Wow, your people take security seriously."

    "We call it the Masquerade," you reply.

    "Fair enough. Heads up, I'm changed and coming in!"

    You glance up just in time to see him rocketing down out of the sky. He comes to a halt in front of you. You wave. "Hi."

    "Hi," he answers. "Could I ask you to please turn your back? You're a lot more powerful than me, and I'd like to take some precautions in case there's a problem."

    You shudder at the thought of giving a sorcerer your back, much less explicitly so that he has time to get ready to fight you. "...is that necessary?"

    He crosses his arms. "Look, I get it. Especially after what just happened to you. But I need to make sure."

    You grimace. "Fine." You take a quick breath and turn before you can rethink your decision. Immediately, you feel magic unspooling behind you, and hear Bassoon muttering under his breath. The hair rises on the back of your neck, and you clench and unclench your fingers, desperately focusing on the sensation to keep yourself from whirling around and blasting Bassoon before he can do something to you. He's not going to do anything to me, he's not going to do anything to me...

    So intense is your focus that you hardly notice Dazarel darting forward and clinging to the front of your shirt.

    You stand there for a few moments, keeping yourself under control, under Bassoon says, "Alright, I'm done." You immediately spin back around. He gives you a sympathetic look. "Are you ready?"

    You take a shuddering breath. "Ready as I'm going to be, I guess."

    He nods. "I'll keep it quick." He raises his hands -- slowly -- and frames your face in an odd pattern. "Magesight." His eyes film over red and begin to glow.

    You fidget under that gaze, for the first time in a while very aware of how unsettling you must look in the throes of a vision. Dazarel climbs back up to your shoulders. "What does it look like?" you ask.

    "...I think there's nothing," he says. "I see that Masque, though. It looks like it's anchored on your spirit, after all. And...wow."

    You blink. "What? What about it?"

    "That's stunning," he breathes, peering at a point on your right collarbone. "It's such elegant workmanship, I don't..." He looks up at you. "I gotta say, when you said, 'saiyan mages,' I was not thinking that you could do anything like this."

    You blink. "I...I guess that the spell is good?"

    He snorts. "Good? That's breathtaking. This is the most elegant spell design I've ever seen. I had no idea you could do things like this with sealing as a concept. Transformative effects with this kind of magic? I mean sure, you can do it if you apply yourself widely enough, but before I saw this I'd swear that you'd just be better off with transmutation. But this? If you hadn't specifically told me what I was looking for, I would have missed it completely. It's so clean! If this is what you do so far outside the concept's area of specialization, your wards must be terrifying."

    Your eyes widen the longer Bassoon talks. "I...I didn't think that we were this good at magic."

    "Yeah, I wouldn't have guessed it either," he says, his eyes clearing. "What can your people do with elemental spells? I'm picturing saiyan mages throwing down with ki fighters on equal footing now, not going to lie."

    You blink. "Oh. We, uh...we don't."

    He frowns. "You don't? What do you mean, you don't?"

    "Sorcerers only practice sealing magic," you say, shrugging. "I'm pretty sure that it's because we need to be so good at wards. Dandelor once said-" You stop. You swallow.

    Bassoon blinks. "Are...you alright?"

    "Fine," you say, turning away. "Did you find anything?"

    "...no," he says. "Just the Masque, and I didn't see anything riding on it. Dazarel looks clear, too."

    You nod. "Okay."

    He tilts his head. "Are you going to be okay?"

    You sigh. "I'll be fine. I guess I'm just going to get a lot of reminders."

    He nods, pursing his lips. "Alright." he glances up and around. "Well, I guess I should get busy. I'll need to finish up on Arcosa before I can get you back to the Guru."

    You straighten, still looking off at the horizon. "What do you still need to do?"

    "Polaris is going to send a runner soon; their scouters will have picked up that I'm awake and moving. That runner will take me to High Command, so that I can be debriefed on the state of the galaxy."

    You perk up, even as you lean on a rock. "What is going on out there?"

    He chuckles, waving you off. "Look, I don't mind explaining, but I'll be telling them all about this in a little bit. Wait a while."

    You grimace. "Urgh. Fine."

    He snickers, dissolving as he departs his mindscape. "Teenagers..."

    You fold your arms, scowling. "Show-off." You sigh, looking up at the sky as Bassoon starts moving again.

    'Are you going to do something interesting while we wait?' asks Dazarel.

    "Maybe I'll be boring, just to spite you," you reply, still looking skyward.

    'I don't think that's going to happen,' he replies in a smug tone of voice.

    "How do you figure that?" you ask, glancing back at him.

    'Well, you were turned away, so the slug didn't notice, but your eyes have been lid-to-lid white since he mentioned going to see his Guru.'

    You blink. "They what?!" You feel yourself out, and sure enough, there is a vision nagging at you. "I...I didn't even feel that. It's usually so much more insistent..."

    Dazarel shrugs. 'With that block your teacher placed on you gone, I imagine many things about your sight will be changing in the near future.'

    You settle back down onto the rock, feeling at your eyelids. "...huh. I wonder what this one is?"

    'One way to find out,' says Dazarel.


    A rather odd vision is prodding at you at the moment. It's more persistent than they usually are, but less insistent, if that makes any sense. You don't even really have a feel for what it is, at the moment, but according to Dazarel, it started edging in on your eyes once Bassoon mentioned his Guru.

    [ ] Take the vision (No check; next update contains a vision interlude before moving on with the day).
    [ ] Deny it (Low-difficulty sight check to suppress; next update proceeds directly to Bassoon's meeting with High Command).
    [ ] See if you can't poke it towards another vision (Moderate-high-difficulty sight check to switch; next update contains the result before moving on with the day).
    -[ ] Write-in what you try to See.

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    This had no business taking this long, but agh have I been busy. Hope you enjoyed, everybody!
     
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    • Great chapter, as always.

    It's nice to finally see how Saiyan magic stacks up against the galaxy standard. Turns out if the entirety of your people's mages dedicate their lives to a single branch of their craft for several generations, you get really good at that branch. Who knew?
     
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