Her Majesty Ming Numara (
eclipse_of_time) wrote2015-09-07 08:37 am
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[If nothing else, this sort of broadcasting and storage and communication device isn't entirely unfamiliar to Ming. But everything else certainly is. First and foremost her own body. Where's the pulsing thrum of her magical energy? Even the mark on her chest is dull and decorative. It's a frightening thing to see. She can feel the passage of time, something only once felt briefly. And terrifyingly. The seconds are moving by her, taking her with them.]
[She realizes she can't feel any any magical energy. Not in the atmosphere, not in the earth, not in the large creature that follows her. It's an unfamiliar beast, but one that looks as though it would be right at home on the paradisaical beaches of her island kingdom.]
[If this is a kidnapping, it's a frightfully strange one. She's nowhere near Numara. This place isn't familiar at all! But she's not restrained. Quite the opposite. She's made it to a bench in the little village she awoke in, and then that overwhelming feeling that threatens to steal her consciousness slips upon her and she sits, shaking and confused, to fiddle with the portable teleson.]
What...what is this place?
[There's a high note of fear and confusion in Ming's lightly accented voice.]
Something's wrong...something's terribly wrong...what's been done to me?
What's going to happen to me?
[Without her magical energy, what is she? Her magic is her soul, her consciousness, her very being! She's never felt so tied to this human shaped shell in all of her existence. She's certain she can feel the decay and dying of mortal cells. Is this mortal death?]
Please...if someone can help me...
[It doesn't occur to her to explain further - there's not a single sentient thing in her world that doesn't know her face and who she is. What she is.]
[Surely someone can aide her!]
[She realizes she can't feel any any magical energy. Not in the atmosphere, not in the earth, not in the large creature that follows her. It's an unfamiliar beast, but one that looks as though it would be right at home on the paradisaical beaches of her island kingdom.]
[If this is a kidnapping, it's a frightfully strange one. She's nowhere near Numara. This place isn't familiar at all! But she's not restrained. Quite the opposite. She's made it to a bench in the little village she awoke in, and then that overwhelming feeling that threatens to steal her consciousness slips upon her and she sits, shaking and confused, to fiddle with the portable teleson.]
What...what is this place?
[There's a high note of fear and confusion in Ming's lightly accented voice.]
Something's wrong...something's terribly wrong...what's been done to me?
What's going to happen to me?
[Without her magical energy, what is she? Her magic is her soul, her consciousness, her very being! She's never felt so tied to this human shaped shell in all of her existence. She's certain she can feel the decay and dying of mortal cells. Is this mortal death?]
Please...if someone can help me...
[It doesn't occur to her to explain further - there's not a single sentient thing in her world that doesn't know her face and who she is. What she is.]
[Surely someone can aide her!]
[Video]
[Ming arches her eyebrow. One would think a self-proclaimed goddess would have better manners. She's already frightened and confused, being condescended to and berated only adds a cod sliver of anger to it all.]
I believe you've made effort enough to help me, thank you.
[Video]
[Nope. She left those manners behind a while ago with some of the things that have happened to her here. Besides, you're not a kid. Adults should be made of sterner stuff.]
I'm just telling you how to world works. Getting used to it quickly will be the only way you won't go insane. Your Pokémon, the creature with you, will be your friend if you let it be. It'll protect you, care for you, and show you the way you need to go. They're as intelligent as humans. Don't push it away. They have their own sort of magic.