Dec 16, 2018 1:34 PM
Mariko discovers magic
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Mariko is sitting on the apartment balcony with her notebook, diligently writing out her thoughts for the day. She doesn't really feel like it, she's got a bad cold and would sooner lie in bed being brought miso soup at regular intervals, but she knows she'll feel better if she sorts out her thoughts even if those thoughts are mostly that she hates being sick, and wishes she could assign the part of herself that wants to do things literally every day come what may to her immune system its own body to do this for her.

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And, when she imagines that, she gains a new sense. There's something surrounding her, she knows where it is like she knows the location of her own arm. It comes in two parts that tangle together but never quite intermingle, like swirls of paint that never mix together into a single color. One of the parts is bigger than the other. 

Currently, it rests in a loose cloud around her. She can move it, easily, intuitively. 

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She's not on enough cold medicine to be hallucinating.

She waits to see if it goes away.

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It does not.

The larger of the two clouds grows minisculely bigger. 

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She... tries unswirling the paint. Big half in front, small half behind her.

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Though it was initially as tangled as a ball of string, separating out the two forces isn't nearly as complicated as untangling string would be. They come apart easily and move to exactly where she wants them. 

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Can she write words with it?

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She can. If she severs a piece of the force to put spaces between the words, she can still sense it, but her sense of it changes. She still knows where it is, but the sense is fainter and it no longer feels like part of her. 

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Can she get it back after that?

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She can't. 

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Huh. That might be bad. She will not continue writing words except in cursive.

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The force goes exactly where she wants it to and can form arbitrarily complex shapes. No matter how much she uses it, she doesn't get tired. 

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Cool. She pauses her experiments to write down what she has so far.

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The larger force grows again, by a small amount.

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That's really interesting.

Hmm, what happens if she brings it into contact with things, like her own body or her pen?

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Moving the force into a specific item is different than moving it out in space.

She can imbue an object with the force and the force naturally diffuses to fill the object. If she chooses, she can stop the force from diffusing but she has to intentionally do so. By default, if she touches an object with the force while focusing on that object, it is filled. 

When she imbues herself with force, all of her minor injuries are suddenly healed, her cold and any feeling of being sick vanishes, and any mismatched grooming is fixed. Her hair and fingernails become perfectly even. Split ends vanish.

This consumes a significant amount of the force. The exact amount the magic around her has decreased isn't precisely clear, because it still takes up approximately the same space. But it definitely has decreased by a drastic amount. She could estimate that she has roughly 1/3 of the available magic she has before.

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- her cold is gone.

Her cold is gone!!!

She can breathe!!!!!

And she can make more of that stuff (it would seem) by taking notes so time to write up all about this weird event!!!

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She regains a small fraction of what she lost.

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Well, she writes every day.

She has nothing else she can think of to try right now, so she goes to make lunch. She decides not to explain to her mom that she has magic now apparently. Is there any stuff around her mom?

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Not that she can see.

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Hmm.

She hasn't done much with the chunk of force she stuck behind her. She decides she'll play with that after lunch - she could technically go back to school for the afternoon but she already took a sick day and also has magic so nah - what has happened to her pen, anything?

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Any small divots or scratches have vanished. If she tries to write with it, it will write immediately without her having to scribble to get the ink flowing. This took only a small amount of force. She could replenish it with several writing sessions. 

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She doesn't have infinite things to write about. Good thing this was a pen she liked anyway.

What happens if she uses the second-force (do these forces have any aesthetics she could name them by?) on... a blank notebook?

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The color of the cover changes. This uses only a small amount of force.

The force she used on the notebook seems like it could be described with contrast or dissonance. The force that healed her seems like it could be conformity or harmony. 

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For the time being she will call healing-force "obverse" and color-changing-force "reverse".

Can she change the color again, to a color of her choosing?

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She can change the color to a color of her choosing if the color contrasts with the color that currently exists. If she attempts to aim for a color that's too similar, it simply doesn't work and she doesn't lose any reverse magic. 

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