Date: 2020-02-09 02:28 am (UTC)
quintessent: (break free from)
From: [personal profile] quintessent
You are!

[Once the battery is full again, she drains it, (despite the arguing, they're working together like clockwork) and with it another wave of anger. This time it's decidedly unnatural, something so visceral and physical she sways on her feet, nearly dizzy with it.]

...We need to stop. There's something wrong.

Date: 2020-02-10 10:01 pm (UTC)
quintessent: (Cage of the kings)
From: [personal profile] quintessent
I don’t know.

[She presses a hand to her forehead.]

This isn’t normal. I feel like I’m burning – [And it’s like that, belatedly, she catches a vision. A forest engulfed in flame. A memory, but one she’d never seen before. She gasps, vision clearing, and when it does she’s staring at the battery, the light dimmed now that she absorbed the magic.]

There’s something wrong with your magic.

Date: 2020-02-17 10:20 pm (UTC)
quintessent: (Halfway between the black and gray)
From: [personal profile] quintessent
I did exactly as I did before!

[Defensive, but there’s not a lot of bite too it, as she’s still a little bit dazed, blinking the unbidden memories out of her vision. Shaking her head again,]

I saw something – a vision? There was a fire. [Furrowing her brow,] And a forest? I’ve never seen this place before.

Date: 2020-02-24 11:23 pm (UTC)
quintessent: (My Roses of May)
From: [personal profile] quintessent
[She shakes her head, although she’s not really denying it.]

What is the Wilde? I’ve never visited this place before.

[With her mind more on straight, she holds up the battery,] You can’t say that this isn’t connected. It’s not only a coincidence.

Date: 2020-02-27 10:41 pm (UTC)
quintessent: (this warrior's blade?)
From: [personal profile] quintessent
[Thrusting the battery out to him, she stares hard,]

Fill it again. But this time think of something - a memory, a song, anything.

[She's going to get to the bottom of this.]