Sorcerer Ascension: The Theory of Omni-presence Symbiosis (Disseverance)
"I think I get it." Jannara said, dark eyes lingering heavily upon the Elven diviner. Perched petitely upon a sealed coffin, the Necromancer crossed her legs and placed her folded hands upon her knee. "Though maybe if you explained it one more time I would have an even better understanding."
Elkinid gave her an incredulous look. "That sounds an awful lot like I don't get it."
She giggled, something soft and girlish for one so immersed in death. "Touch?'."
"See!" Violette said, blonde ringlets emerging from where she had been looking down upon an assortment of gruesome skeletal remains. "I told you I wasn't the only one who didn't get it."
Elkinid contemplated yet another explanation. He'd already futilely worn out a dozen or so attempts with Novitiate Rousseau, stirring more questions than answers, and was wary of another fruitless stab. To him the theory was rather simplistic, it was the elucidation of it that seemed to constantly escape his command. He looked around the Necromancy chamber, surveying to any sort of prop that might prove useful.
"Alright." He said as he found a few items that might help, retrieving them as Violette moved back to stand beside Jannara. "Seeing the future. When a divination spell is cast to look ahead, we are searching for a sight that might show us what is yet to come. However, I think it is safe to say that this is only done through viewing an event that has already transpired elsewhere. Which, essentially, means that when I look into my future, I'm in fact looking into the past of my future self."
A tandem of befuddled blinks greeted him when he returned.
"An example," He continued as he moved to stand between them, the shift of thin fingers surrounding a nearby table with magic and drawing it across the floor, settling it beside him. "When I look a minute into the future, I'm actually seeing what has occurred just moments after my future self has experienced it. That's how I can see the future. If an hour ago I were to cast a divination spell to see how you two would react to my explanation of this theory, I would be able to see that you were confused...but only because right now I am explaining it, and right now you are confused. I would see this response to me having explained it."
Violette sighed and shook her head, but Jannara slowly nodded. "I...I think I'm following along."
Elkinid noted Violette's stifled irritation at Jannara's admission, poutily folding her arms beneath her young breasts. He paid her little heed; if he were getting somewhere with one of them, he didn't want to dally. "So," He opened up his right hand and showed her a pair of small spheres, just a touch bigger than large marbles. "At that moment when the spell is cast there is momentarily a dual existence."
Turning, he positioned both of the spheres on the table. Placing his index finger on one, he brushed the other into motion - a languid roll toward the edge. "By casting the spell, I look ahead and see the result of whatever decision or question I'm seeking answers to."
Over the lip it went, dropping to the floor.
Both Jannara and Violette watched it bounce briefly on the smooth stone below before settling and slowly, in unison, looked up for Elkinid.
The finger slid away, sending that sphere in a mirrored motion toward the ledge of the tabletop. "Everything stays in linear accord as long as I follow along with the course already explored by my other self." Just as the sphere reached the edge he again extended his finger, bringing it to a stop. "Unless I alter the course, in which case planar linearity becomes splintered, and two Elkinids are formed."
Jannara looked slightly confused, though not completely lost. "But...but that's planar dualistics. That's been documented and studied for hundreds of years."
"Indeed it has. In fact, it was the basis of this study." He moved around the table, finger still held firmly upon the sphere that teetered upon the edge of the table. With a wave of his other hand the ball that had fallen to the floor began to rise, though only until it was at knee level. "In this example, there are two Elkinid's, both of whom are Mage's of the Institute of Arcane Principle. Both of whom are expert casters with adroit talents in most schools of arcana." The thin brow above his right eye arched inquisitively. "Now, what if I could siphon magic from one directly into the other?"
"I'm not sure that is ...," She searched for the right word, but could only come up with, ", allowed?"
"Why not?" He asked as he brought the sphere upward more, catching it in his empty hand. "I'm not taking it from anyone other than me." To further explain his point, he picked up the sphere that was still on the table and placed it side by side with its twin, closing his fingers around the pair. When his hand re-opened, the balls were melded together into one larger shape. "It's all me, Jannara. Just a...different...me."
Jannara stared at that lone orb that resided where two had once been before slowly crawling her eyes upward, seeping along the elf's slender torso, which was draped in Victorian garb, until meeting his eyes. "It's...brilliant. But, how do you plan on siphoning this energy?"
His laughter was playful and sly. "What's the old saying? A magician never reveals his secrets?"
"So wait," Violette finally chimed in, pretty eyes framed by thick lashes and filled with liquid hope angling upon the elf. "...did you say there would be two of you?"
"I think I get it." Jannara said, dark eyes lingering heavily upon the Elven diviner. Perched petitely upon a sealed coffin, the Necromancer crossed her legs and placed her folded hands upon her knee. "Though maybe if you explained it one more time I would have an even better understanding."
Elkinid gave her an incredulous look. "That sounds an awful lot like I don't get it."
She giggled, something soft and girlish for one so immersed in death. "Touch?'."
"See!" Violette said, blonde ringlets emerging from where she had been looking down upon an assortment of gruesome skeletal remains. "I told you I wasn't the only one who didn't get it."
Elkinid contemplated yet another explanation. He'd already futilely worn out a dozen or so attempts with Novitiate Rousseau, stirring more questions than answers, and was wary of another fruitless stab. To him the theory was rather simplistic, it was the elucidation of it that seemed to constantly escape his command. He looked around the Necromancy chamber, surveying to any sort of prop that might prove useful.
"Alright." He said as he found a few items that might help, retrieving them as Violette moved back to stand beside Jannara. "Seeing the future. When a divination spell is cast to look ahead, we are searching for a sight that might show us what is yet to come. However, I think it is safe to say that this is only done through viewing an event that has already transpired elsewhere. Which, essentially, means that when I look into my future, I'm in fact looking into the past of my future self."
A tandem of befuddled blinks greeted him when he returned.
"An example," He continued as he moved to stand between them, the shift of thin fingers surrounding a nearby table with magic and drawing it across the floor, settling it beside him. "When I look a minute into the future, I'm actually seeing what has occurred just moments after my future self has experienced it. That's how I can see the future. If an hour ago I were to cast a divination spell to see how you two would react to my explanation of this theory, I would be able to see that you were confused...but only because right now I am explaining it, and right now you are confused. I would see this response to me having explained it."
Violette sighed and shook her head, but Jannara slowly nodded. "I...I think I'm following along."
Elkinid noted Violette's stifled irritation at Jannara's admission, poutily folding her arms beneath her young breasts. He paid her little heed; if he were getting somewhere with one of them, he didn't want to dally. "So," He opened up his right hand and showed her a pair of small spheres, just a touch bigger than large marbles. "At that moment when the spell is cast there is momentarily a dual existence."
Turning, he positioned both of the spheres on the table. Placing his index finger on one, he brushed the other into motion - a languid roll toward the edge. "By casting the spell, I look ahead and see the result of whatever decision or question I'm seeking answers to."
Over the lip it went, dropping to the floor.
Both Jannara and Violette watched it bounce briefly on the smooth stone below before settling and slowly, in unison, looked up for Elkinid.
The finger slid away, sending that sphere in a mirrored motion toward the ledge of the tabletop. "Everything stays in linear accord as long as I follow along with the course already explored by my other self." Just as the sphere reached the edge he again extended his finger, bringing it to a stop. "Unless I alter the course, in which case planar linearity becomes splintered, and two Elkinids are formed."
Jannara looked slightly confused, though not completely lost. "But...but that's planar dualistics. That's been documented and studied for hundreds of years."
"Indeed it has. In fact, it was the basis of this study." He moved around the table, finger still held firmly upon the sphere that teetered upon the edge of the table. With a wave of his other hand the ball that had fallen to the floor began to rise, though only until it was at knee level. "In this example, there are two Elkinid's, both of whom are Mage's of the Institute of Arcane Principle. Both of whom are expert casters with adroit talents in most schools of arcana." The thin brow above his right eye arched inquisitively. "Now, what if I could siphon magic from one directly into the other?"
"I'm not sure that is ...," She searched for the right word, but could only come up with, ", allowed?"
"Why not?" He asked as he brought the sphere upward more, catching it in his empty hand. "I'm not taking it from anyone other than me." To further explain his point, he picked up the sphere that was still on the table and placed it side by side with its twin, closing his fingers around the pair. When his hand re-opened, the balls were melded together into one larger shape. "It's all me, Jannara. Just a...different...me."
Jannara stared at that lone orb that resided where two had once been before slowly crawling her eyes upward, seeping along the elf's slender torso, which was draped in Victorian garb, until meeting his eyes. "It's...brilliant. But, how do you plan on siphoning this energy?"
His laughter was playful and sly. "What's the old saying? A magician never reveals his secrets?"
"So wait," Violette finally chimed in, pretty eyes framed by thick lashes and filled with liquid hope angling upon the elf. "...did you say there would be two of you?"