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Oct 18, 2021 6:58 AM
a bunch of Jamies walk into a bar
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She does not, unfortunately. 

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"Shame," she muses. "Well, I guess I'll just have to wait for them. I'll have that drink, I think. Surprise me?" 

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A surprise is provided! It looks like a milkshake of some kind, pale purple and thick. 

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She takes a sip. She is, as promised, surprised! Pleasantly so. She continues to drink it, turning her attention to playing a visorgame while she waits. 

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She's had a weird night, filled with weird dreams. Most of her dreams have been weird, though, lately. Fragmented and fantastical, strange yet... somehow familiar. Emotional, too. Longing. 

She shakes it off, rolling out of bed, picking up a change of clothes, and making her way to her bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. 

 

Only, her bathroom door doesn't seem to be cooperating with this plan. She stares at the barroom which seems to have replaced it, eyes quickly locating the person sitting at the bar with their back to her.

"Um. Excuse me. I need that bathroom?" 

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She looks up, blinking at the face presented. This person looks much like she did some years ago, when she was still a teen. Another alt, perhaps?

"Hello," she says, pleasantly, folding her visor back so it only covers one eye. "Welcome to Milliways," she adds, "This is an interdimensional bar. The door replaces doors across the multiverse. While you are inside with the door closed, time will not pass. If you leave, closing the door behind you, it will lead to the location you were expecting, but you will be unable to access the bar again through it." 

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"There is a bathroom through there, if you need it," she adds, motioning towards the hall in question. 

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"Uh, never mind, actually, this is more - why do we have the same face?" 

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"Bar," she pats the bar, "Informs me that certain people will find duplicates of themselves all across the multiverse, altered by their circumstances and experiences, but familiar all the same. We are what is called 'alts'." 

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"You're me?" She takes in the other person's outfit and accessories - the skintight suit with its armored additions, the orange-glowing circles and lines, the visor over her one eye - and grins, "That's so cool. What's your world like?" 

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She chuckles, "I live on a space fleet," she decides to start with, "We're traveling through the void between galaxies, fleeing our destroyed planet and searching for a new one. We should reach the nearest galaxy in our next jump - which we'll be taking in about a month." 

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She listens intently as she approaches the bar and sits down, her eyes wide, "Wow! I guess that explains the power armour, or whatever that is," she motions at her, "You must be way higher-tech than we are."

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She glances down at herself, "It's called flame armour. It runs on my flames - soul energy." 

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"That sounds like some kind of magic." 

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"...I suppose you might call it that? It's just... the natural manifestation of willpower. Anyone can do it, though using it consciously requires unlocking it."

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"What can you do with it? Maybe I wouldn't have noticed if it's not very obvious."

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"It looks like coloured fire - though most inactives can't see most expressions of it. It can be used to do various things, and each colour has different properties. This one," she taps the flamecore on her chest, "Is called Sky flame, and it's most easily used for empathy."

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"I've never heard of anything like that," she muses, staring at the flamecore. 

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"...Hm, you might not have even if they do exist in your world. Back when we lived on Earth, before the Orchid War, there was an organization which enforced a masquerade preventing the regular population from discovering them."

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"I guess it's possible I wouldn't have noticed, then," she agrees, thoughtful. 

 

"...Hey, can you check somehow? Can you unlock them for me?" 

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"I could check, my flames are good for discerning flame type. Unlocking them... that would bind you to me on a soul-deep level. The breaking of that bond would be incredibly dangerous to you unless you are a Sky like I am."

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"Why break it? And wouldn't I be a Sky, since we're the same person?"

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"My Sky flames are partly bound to my bloodline," she explains, "So I can't be sure that you'd have them too. You might just be a Cloud - that's my secondary. As for breaking it... bonds are meant to be support systems. Being away from your bondmate for too long - your Sky especially - hurts, on a soul deep level." 

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"...Well. I think you should check, at least. If I am a Sky, then you can just do it, right?" 

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She chuckles, "Good point," she admits. 

Concentrating, she produces a tendril of Sky from the gemport on her right gauntlet, reaching out to brush it over her companion's body, and then allowing it to sink inside. There's a moment where she thinks she feels nothing, and her brow furrows in confusion, and then it's as though something blooms- 

"...Huh. Strange." She glances up to catch her eyes, "Well, you have them. Sky and Cloud, like I have, though the Sky is weaker than mine."

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"So you can unlock them?" 

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