[Gnosis usually defaults his greetings to "I'll be with you in a moment" or "hey, give me a second", but uh... Pure Vanilla's appearance stops him in his tracks. Whatever he's doing with the tools on his workbench get forgotten, and Gnosis is quick to flit over and steer Pure Vanilla into the nearest chair.
Sit down, you look like you're about to hit the floor peepaw.]
I have time. I take it I don't have to ask you to tell me what happened?
[ He tries not to let it look it's overly appreciated but he does sort of slump into the chair like he needs two years worth of sleep, and a large meal or three. Is quiet for a moment or two longer than normal as he gathers himself.
It's not a physical issue - but boy is it hard to think around a void in your soul. ]
Ah. Do not worry, my friend, I will recover in time, I am just a little tired. May I ask if you have time for a project, however?
Gnosis debates popping into the other room to get to the kitchenette and make some tea, but his brain is snapped back by the prospect of Project. Enrichment??? Enrichment for his enclosure??? Wowe—]
...I may have to acquire some of them, and the requisite tools to run a full scan, but... yes, I can make one.
[He basically deconstructed his when he first got to Rhodes Island and put it back together again only after Kal'tsit barged into the lab to yell at him.]
I take it your condition isn't due to any illness or forest antics, since you're asking.
[ He hesitates a little, then sighs and leans back in his chair, sticking his legs out and for once in his life just sort of. Looks his age. ]
My current state is because I broke my Souljam to feed our Moon Goddess with a portion of it's power. I am afraid I'm a little out of sorts because of it, but that shall adjust with time. My request for the infection monitor is, ah. Well. Did you see Passengers journal statement?
I did, which is what prompted me to ask the initial question. My husband was quite vocal toward Vash's jokes there, and there was no need for me to weigh in.
[...hm.]
Breaking your Souljam is, if I'm understanding, akin to someone like myself losing a piece of his soul. It's less metaphysical for you, it seems. I take it by your current state that doing such weakened you significantly.
[ A small nod. He just wanted to make sure, and Gnosis wasn't asking about their talk with Ourania. ]
Ah, yes. In a sense. We are all born with whole souls, and the Souljam is something of a soul itself. Yet after so much time of carrying it, using it, and immersing myself in it's power, I have entangled with it to a point. Though my own soul is still fully accounted for [ Oh, Witches, he HOPES, or he just did something irredeemable to himself... Shadow Milk's mocking memory clear and loud. Half Cookie. ] breaking the Souljam has broken the connection somewhat, and where I could look and see it pressing into mine, there is now a dark space. I do hope that makes sense.
Somewhat. I'm less used to the metaphysical — but if I had to put it all in terms that make more sense to me, your Souljam is an extraneous... organ, I suppose, one that you can live without but impacts your quality of life if it's damaged. Like a pancreas.
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It's a close approximation, anyway— ignoring all of that, is there anything I can do to help with that "dark space"?
He knows he's ready human anatomy books but that one escapes him. ]
It is something like that, yes. And truthfully, my friend, I do not know. I am sure, with time, I will go back to how I felt before I received the Souljam. Until then it shall simply feel like a missing piece. It alleviates with others around.
[ Gay. His friends are his soul. He rubs between his eyes a little, and sighs. ]
But with it broken, I am now able to see whether I have been infected with Oripathy or not. Which is why I asked about the monitor.
Oh, please, thank you, tea would be wonderful. If you need anything, I will do my best to assist. It is not imperative it is done immediately, either, so please do not feel you need to rush.
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Sit down, you look like you're about to hit the floor peepaw.]
I have time. I take it I don't have to ask you to tell me what happened?
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[ He tries not to let it look it's overly appreciated but he does sort of slump into the chair like he needs two years worth of sleep, and a large meal or three. Is quiet for a moment or two longer than normal as he gathers himself.
It's not a physical issue - but boy is it hard to think around a void in your soul. ]
Ah. Do not worry, my friend, I will recover in time, I am just a little tired. May I ask if you have time for a project, however?
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Gnosis debates popping into the other room to get to the kitchenette and make some tea, but his brain is snapped back by the prospect of Project. Enrichment??? Enrichment for his enclosure??? Wowe—]
I have all the time in the world. What is it?
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He smiles ruefully and rubs the palm of his hand. The scar is still there, very faint but a little line that dimples his palm. ]
Might I ask if you have the ability and things needed to make an infection monitor?
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[He basically deconstructed his when he first got to Rhodes Island and put it back together again only after Kal'tsit barged into the lab to yell at him.]
I take it your condition isn't due to any illness or forest antics, since you're asking.
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[ He hesitates a little, then sighs and leans back in his chair, sticking his legs out and for once in his life just sort of. Looks his age. ]
My current state is because I broke my Souljam to feed our Moon Goddess with a portion of it's power. I am afraid I'm a little out of sorts because of it, but that shall adjust with time. My request for the infection monitor is, ah. Well. Did you see Passengers journal statement?
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[...hm.]
Breaking your Souljam is, if I'm understanding, akin to someone like myself losing a piece of his soul. It's less metaphysical for you, it seems. I take it by your current state that doing such weakened you significantly.
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Ah, yes. In a sense. We are all born with whole souls, and the Souljam is something of a soul itself. Yet after so much time of carrying it, using it, and immersing myself in it's power, I have entangled with it to a point. Though my own soul is still fully accounted for [ Oh, Witches, he HOPES, or he just did something irredeemable to himself... Shadow Milk's mocking memory clear and loud. Half Cookie. ] breaking the Souljam has broken the connection somewhat, and where I could look and see it pressing into mine, there is now a dark space. I do hope that makes sense.
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[...]
It's a close approximation, anyway— ignoring all of that, is there anything I can do to help with that "dark space"?
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.....
He knows he's ready human anatomy books but that one escapes him. ]
It is something like that, yes. And truthfully, my friend, I do not know. I am sure, with time, I will go back to how I felt before I received the Souljam. Until then it shall simply feel like a missing piece. It alleviates with others around.
[ Gay. His friends are his soul. He rubs between his eyes a little, and sighs. ]
But with it broken, I am now able to see whether I have been infected with Oripathy or not. Which is why I asked about the monitor.
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[Where is Doctor Warfarin when you need her... her equipment would be useful right now. Sighs.]
Let me make you some tea.
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[ The man needs a nap. ]