Gigi
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5 Cleric of Graves
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Post by Gigi on May 16, 2019 17:35:15 GMT
It wasn't much later that Prosperina joined Gigi out in the nearby woods in gathering firewood. Her jacket was off, hanging off a tree branch nearby, leaving her in just cargo pants and crop top.
It was impossible to not feel the tension in the cave, nor the awkward elephant in the room as the tiefling walked up and joined her. For the first bit Gigi was content to just work in silence - still working off the energy that's built up in bringing Pippa back. Tinder after twig, log and then branch, neat efficient piles were set up in the clearing they were working in. The wagon could still be seen, it wouldn't do to stray too far, but far enough away the two were in relative privacy.
"Prosperina." Gigi broke the silence first, as it seemed the normal talkative tiefling had a frog in her throat. "There's something else inside of you I couldn't heal or purge away." The human stood, a bundle of wrist sized branches she'd snapped down to about two feet in length cradled in her metal arm. "Didn't want to bring it up in front of the others, it's not their business what's afflicting you unless you want to bring it up, but there's.... I'd call it a block, on your life force. What you could compare to being... Ehh." She fumbled a bit, trying to figure out how best to describe the scenario without worrying the bard.
"Like a starfish." The creatures were common enough in the sea, it was an easy comparison. "One of it's arms gets cut off, but it grows back eventually no harm done. Your life's been starfished." It wasn't the most careful presentation of information, but Gigi was, clearly and obviously, not charismatic. In the least. "But it'll come back. You'll probably feel tired and fatigued, but it.. Should... Go away once you've slept."
There was always a chance it wouldn't. And Gigi wasn't one to lie and sugarcoat a diagnosis.
It was only after she'd described the separation of some of her life force to a starfish that Gigi found the irony of the imagery chosen. Losing an arm and waiting for it to grow back? Her metal arm felt a bit heavier in that moment.
Overall though it seemed Gigi had no desire, inclination, or plan of broaching the topic of Dhaunmyr's outburst towards her inside the temple.
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Post by pastels on May 25, 2019 12:50:18 GMT
“Oh,” Proserpina said, which wasn’t half as eloquent as could be expected from one who carried herself half as much as she did. She glanced down at the (much) smaller pile of firewood she carried in her arms; she had left behind the lyre near her bedroll as soon as they had arrived in the caravan, and only now did she realize how its comforting weight outbalanced the fatigue in her limbs. “I figured as much… There is a weight, here, that feels as though a puzzle piece made wrong.”
She sighed and brushed her free hand down the front of her toga.
“I thank you for keeping quiet about this. With the atmosphere as it is, well…” Proserpina turned her head to the side, eyes locked on the distant glow of the faintest fire. The golden chains strung along her horns jingled softly along with the rustling leaves overhead. How do they skirt around that confrontation? It was clear as day—and she knew how to read faces as though her life depended on it—that the cleric was unwilling to revisit the topic. “It would not do good to add more burdens to their mind.”
That statement gave her a bit to think about. This was… Well. It was rather thoughtful of Gigi, wasn’t it? Should she say as much, or would that be a bit too… Dhaunmyr? Whatever that meant, in the wake of their argument. Gods above.
“Well. But what an experience it was!” The tiefling said, suddenly, the musical tilt returning to her deep, thickly-accented voice. “I doubt many would wish to hear a song of the experience, but I must ask… What was that world we were in, at that moment? ‘Tis…” Proserpina ran her fingers down the side of her face, searching for the word. “Strange. And you were so young!”
And friendly. And armed with… an arm. But it is not in good taste to say so.
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Gigi
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5 Cleric of Graves
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Post by Gigi on May 25, 2019 17:55:42 GMT
Gigi looked up from her gathering and observed as Prosperpina fidget side to side. She was everything the noble district catered towards. Extravagant clothing of fine silk, wealth in gold chains, a profession that had little baring on the benefits of society, bards. She could easily ignore the fact that music soothed troubled minds and calmed emotions to help keep her in a bad mood. "No. It wouldn't." She agreed, stiffly. "And don't worry about me..." She trailed off with a frustrated sort of look. "Using anything I've kept quiet about against you, or that I might bring it up later. Just, so you know." She huffed lightly and picked up another few pieces of kindling. "I don't do that." It was said softly, without irritation. "It's up to you to say anything, and even then, I won't give out details if someone asks."
Silence but for the chains in Pippa's horns tingling and the crunching of branches under their feet was broken by her return to the 'experience' as she dubbed it. Sighing, after drawing out the silence again as if weighing if it was worth the effort or not, Gigi gave up the pretense of gathering more kindling (they had plenty already) and sat down where she stood, cleared some leaves and forest debris so the dirt was exposed in the ground. "Listen closely, 'cause I'm only gonna explain this once. And because you've been in it." It was a rough tone, abrasive, as if it almost wasn't worth her time explaining. "I call it the Point of No Return." She began, using one of the sticks to help draw out some pictures. "And it's a state of being where the soul is deciding whether it's worth it to stay, or to move on." A small flora design was being drawn, a delicate looking lotus flower with four petals. Several more, each with more and more petals as she began to draw, collected in a straight line. Her drawing movements were fluid and confident - she'd drawn these symbols many a time before. "There are, as some believe, seven auras within the body, each having a focal point within the self, for a particular aspect of the human body, spirit, and mind." She looked up to see if Pippa was listening or if she'd zoned out. It would be a waste to continue if she didn't care to listen. "Chakras, we call them." Clearly, Gigi was a believer of the auras. "It's not - a popular belief within the arcane, clerical, or apothecary circles." She struggled to keep her voice from taking a turn of irritation here. "But they're there, even on someone who hasn't gotten in touch with them, had the idea presented to them, or flat out refuse their existence."All seven symbols were now drawn out, the simplest on the bottom with the most intricate on top. Then? An open semi-circle was drawn so the top of the crescent wrapped the first four. "These are considered the base chakras, the ones that focus on the physical - more or less. Muladhara. Svadhisthana. Manipura. And Anahata." At the last one she smiled lightly. "The other three," she semi-circled the top four, with the two bisecting curved lines enclosing the fourth one, anahata. "Are Vishuddha. Ajna. And Sahasrara - the spiritual, again, more or less."The stick tapped the space near the fourth one, the one enclosed in an ellipse. "This is where you were, in a metamagic sort of view. Within anahata - the place between the physical and the spiritual." Gigi leaned back from her sitting position, now looking the most relaxed she'd even been the entire journey. "It's where I've studied the most, worked within the most, and honestly, do my best work." There was a tone of pride there, aggression falling away for a more pleasant tone. "It is a strange place, neither living or dead - the precipice of both. Because of my focus on anahata I can sort of... Work with my spiritual self to work on both sides and encourage growth by pulling on both sets of the chakra line. That's who you saw there, the 'younger me' as you described it." She spoke now in a clinical sort of tone, no emotion. "It's the part of me that had her own experience in the Point of No Return." She'd let Pippa think of that as she would, she wouldn't be expanding on the statement. "For me personally? It's like everything goes black and white, with slight blue undertones. Those who are about to pass on? They're purple, like the color of necromantic magic. Life is green, like most healing energies. I step into the metaphysical reality of death, pull the blue out, and encourage the green to take its place. The more green or the more blue someone looks within the purple? The more I know whether or not it's their time to pass on or not. Lucky for you, you were as green as one could be on the spectrum so to speak - so it was easy to call you back." Gigi didn't bring up the intricacies of this place, how it felt to walk this line, have it creep through her, the mix of necromantic and life energies. The addictive nature of the high she got when working on the line. But she did put her palm flat on the ground and pushed energy into the ground, causing the seven symbols to light up in power, as another layer of demonstration. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, dark blue, purple. Purple, being the highest point of the spiritual set, and green being the center, with, sure enough, blue in the center of green and purple. "Other healers work on the red side of the spectrum, before the body even comes close to the cooler tones of death. The red and oranges of celestial healing, yellows of arcane healing. Not many of us who dabble and focus on the cooler tones." She gestured to the 'physical' symbols. "Not a fan of that style of healing, but it has its purposes too. I can draw on those chakras in a pinch, but it's not as... Comfortable. Or natural. My apprentice does though, and he does wonderful work on the hot side - or will once he's gotten further in his lessons." Her grin was teasing as if referencing an inside joke. The lecture turned lesson turned casual conversation was the most Gigi had spoken, combined, and then possible doubled the whole time. But once she got started? It was hard for her to stop. She was passionate about the topic, and clearly knew what she was talking about. Enjoyed talking about it even. |
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