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genessia2017-07-17 08:08 pm
empiricalmagic) wrote in genessia2017-07-17 08:08 pm
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[A click. There's darkness, and shuffling, the sound of water being splashed around, and a very soft, very gentle curse.
Then a few seconds of silence... before the screen blasts white. It takes a second for the phone to adjust to the light itself, and when it does, blue skies and an upside down Genessia city are broadcast for a decent minute, before the screen is finally angled up at the holder.
A young man, dressed as if he'd tumbled out of some dark Victorian based funeral parlor, white as a sheet thanks to his own panic and confusion.]
... It must still be a dream...
[Apparently, he's not entirely aware of what he's looking at or what the hell its doing, because in short order that phone is flipped over to get a good look at some expensive looking boots as he decides to just... take this all one goddamn step at a time and deduce what the ever loving fuck this thing is.]
Then a few seconds of silence... before the screen blasts white. It takes a second for the phone to adjust to the light itself, and when it does, blue skies and an upside down Genessia city are broadcast for a decent minute, before the screen is finally angled up at the holder.
A young man, dressed as if he'd tumbled out of some dark Victorian based funeral parlor, white as a sheet thanks to his own panic and confusion.]
... It must still be a dream...
[Apparently, he's not entirely aware of what he's looking at or what the hell its doing, because in short order that phone is flipped over to get a good look at some expensive looking boots as he decides to just... take this all one goddamn step at a time and deduce what the ever loving fuck this thing is.]
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I cannot deduce what has brought me here, how it has done so nor for what purpose.
If I cannot even come up with a plausible scientific explanation for how I arrived, how can I then assume that my current location exists?
Even if I'd perhaps been kidnapped in my sleep, I'd still be on earth, somewhere, in a place with recognizable technology, in a land who's name fits into the languages of earth.
I would have a plausible explanation for my transport, and know the process in which I arrived.
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[He chuckles.]
You see, I would assume it is a far more logical deductive process to assume a thing exists, and thus work out how. For example: fire. Fire is the result of energies reacting with one another, correct? if one knows, on a subliminal, fundamental level, what this reaction feels like to be forced to occur, it can be convinced to do so, with the proper mathematical formula and the proper application of energy without a fuel.
[And he raises a hand.] No fainting, though I wouldn't blame you. It is, as a...dear friend of mine would say, "awesome". [And he snaps his fingers (which isn't necessary) and a flame appears in the palm of his hand. It's warm, flickers like actual fire, and will burn if Ichabod tries to touch it.]
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I could assume all day that unicorns are real, and assume thus that one managed to escape the flood sent by God and still carries on to this day in the woods somewhere, but until I find said unicorn and bring either the unicorn itself or parts of it to be studied, I'll be laughed out of every college and lecture hall in the country, and further m-
[where did that fire come from
well he shut up.
Finally.]
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[He smiles at Ichabod's silence, and moves to transfer the flickering flame from one hand to the other. It isn't much energy that's require to conjure a flame this small, so maintaining it is simplicity itself.]
You believe me to exist because you've seen me, yes? There are some here who have not. I assume they'd believe me to be real on your word. Yes, I understand not believing in unicorns without proof, but why? I've never seen a unicorn, but there are enough accounts of sightings to take one's word at least something very much like it is real.
[Because he's one for flamboyance along with words, he claps his hands together, extinguishing the flame with a flourish.]
Did you feel its warmth, Ichabod? Do you believe it to have been real fire?
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Surely, there was a trick here somewhere. A hidden pipette, some sort of inclusion of gas, a spark, something, intently watching every single motion.]
Without physical proof, everything is hearsay, and you cannot build anything upon the words of a dozen easily misguided people.
[A hard look at the empty hands.]
I've heard tell the brain can fabricate sensations where there are none to maintain a sense of grounded reality.
[Ichabod, stop]
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[He cuts himself off, shaking his head.]
You think you feel the heat because you should? [He laughs.]
Very well, then. Close your eyes and turn around. Let's see what you feel when you have no idea what to expect.