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δυο; [written/action]
[The handwriting is plain, a little oldfashioned, but neat. Also brand new to anyone who didn't see his replies to his first 'entry']
I apologize for the mess I made on the journals the other day - I assure you, it was not intentional. Had I know of these books' rather unique properties, I'd have endeavored to be a little more careful. But thank you to everyone who expressed concern.
I suppose I ought to introduce myself properly - I am Thamuris, formerly of Troia, although given how different things are here, I have no idea if that means anything to anyone.
[And he's awake and at least partially upright for anyone who wants to run into him in the clinic. Not up to getting out of bed, but he's peering around as best he can because, well, everything here is so different]
I apologize for the mess I made on the journals the other day - I assure you, it was not intentional. Had I know of these books' rather unique properties, I'd have endeavored to be a little more careful. But thank you to everyone who expressed concern.
I suppose I ought to introduce myself properly - I am Thamuris, formerly of Troia, although given how different things are here, I have no idea if that means anything to anyone.
[And he's awake and at least partially upright for anyone who wants to run into him in the clinic. Not up to getting out of bed, but he's peering around as best he can because, well, everything here is so different]
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[The celebrants at the Gardens would have known something, surely, but he had not much been in the mindset to try and learn their methods at the time]
Sorry.
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[ And here's a cup of water, and hopefully the vaguely right direction so the person in the bed can take it. ]
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Ah, thank you.
[He drinks most of it, and sets it down on his small bedside table]
I can have a look, if you'd like...
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[ He doesn't know why you're in here, but usually being in the clinic and in a bed means you might need it. ]
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[Though he's careful as he slips out from under the bedcovers and goes to stand, one hand still gripping the bed frame. There's a brief moment of dizziness, but it passes, and he lets go of the bed to walk towards the cabinet the other man had been going through with a little more confidence.]
It should be in here, yes?
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Have a list of potentially helpful things. [ He just can't figure out the spellings of some of these words on ear alone. ]
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Oh, yes - some of these should work, if they're here. I burn rather easily too, but I'm usually not allowed out if the sun is that bright, these days, so I couldn't remember the names off-hand.
[Now for some rummaging around in the cabinets - and there is a lot of stuff with names he's never even heard of in here - but after a few minutes, he pulls out something that, while a somewhat unnatural shade of green, is at least labelled 'aloe vera gel'.]
Here we go. Would you like help applying it? [Because that's a lot of sunburn, Duke]
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[ It was more or less worth the discomfort of the bad sunburn. Duke shifts in place for a moment, thinking. ]
... There are places cannot reach, yes. [ Like his back. ]
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Ah, of course. Um... should I start?
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.. moment. [ He's not going to have him stand up for this. There should be a chair somewhere around here, and Duke will move it near to the bed, and take a seat there.
... And his shirt needs to come off, and he'll gather up all his hair. He's got some odd shaped scars on his lower back, and one that looks like something went through his ribs on the right side... and the natural 'my sunburn is peeling' yuckiness. ]
... Apologies for any unpleasantness in aiding in this...
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It's fine - laying around waiting to die gets rather dull. I'm glad I can help someone.
[He puts some of the gel into his hand, a touch amazed by the fact that you can just squeeze these bottles and it comes out easily.]
This will probably feel a little cold - but I suspect that'd be a mercy right now.
[He starts carefully applying the stuff, with a gentle touch - and while the gel is cool, it's clear he's warmer than most people are - low-grade fever hasn't completely gone away yet.]
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[ That won't stop him from shivering once because... Yes, it is cold. And the warmth of his hand, plus 'laying around waiting to die'.... ]
... Ill?
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Yes - there was no treatment for it in my world, but apparently there is here. I was... a little fever-delirious when I arrived, though.
[Which is why he's still here, and not in a regular room in the Castle]
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If need aid, can do so; by some more.... non-magical means, as well as magical healing.
[ Which is why he knows where some things are in the clinic, despite being blind. ]
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Oh, you're a mage as well?
[He starts back up again]
I was in the care of healer-mages for a long time, and they could do nothing - but thank you for the offer.
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... Likely a sign of own skill that cannot take care of own sunburns... [ Or lack of skill, but burns are tricky. ]
Welcome. Likely would have been same; am far better with injuries...
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[He continues working in silence for a few moments before he decides to say something again]
I... was a diviner, mostly. But I haven't had the strength for it in years.
[And he manages to only sound a little bit bitter about that.]
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Since it had to do with magic, Duke was guessing the last.
... Illness takes strength from body, body cannot support magic... ]
.... Seeker of future, or things, by magic, is an unknown to me. But lack of ability to perform magic due to any reason is... uncomfortable, even thought.
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[Which is a roundabout way of saying he's come to terms with it.]
Here, turn around and I'll get the rest.
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[ Lowell might have used far more negative words than 'not fond of', but Lowell and his group had a habit of using stronger words than Duke thought he felt. ]
... If can get own arms. [ There's another of those odd scars spanning his lower ribs to the hem of his pants, and his forearms have one each. ]
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I am... not explaining myself well, I think. The future is not immutable - otherwise there would be little use for divination, if one could not alter the course of events. But it's like... a stream, I suppose. There's always a channel or pattern of rocks through which it flows most easily - that is the most likely future.
There are ways for to build ways around that narrow channel, so you can be sure the water flows through it, or ways to divert the water out of it's bed, but for the most part, it will continue flowing in the easy course. Our reactions are like putting more rocks in the stream - it will change the flow of things, but it can be difficult to predict how.
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Think that, even if it was known that such a thing was fixed, there would be still those who would seek knowledge of future under belief that knowing would somehow change events to their favor. [ His tone is likely more than enough to say that he isn't one of those. ]
... Divination is seeing what is the... 'easy path' of the flow, and those who wish to see it attempt to put 'rocks' into the way that would prevent the future from changing, while those who find it distasteful try to alter it, which they hope puts 'rocks' in way of the 'easy' path. However sometimes thinking you are aiding a future along would alter it, because it is not as seen?
[ And his magic sounded complicated. ]
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Something like that. It is far easier to see than to alter, though. And what we see isn't an exact chain of events, just the pattern those events will take. Like being able to see where the rocks are in the stream when it's dry, as opposed to seeing exactly how the water flows.
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Indeed. Particularly if what's hiding under the mud is a great big rock you haven't seen. It's a difficult art to master, given it's uncertainties.
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