Milliways: the bar at the end of the universe. It's a bit crowded today, with a group of brightly-colored lizard people taking up several of the tables in the main bar and a more usual assortment of patrons scattered densely around the rest of the room - well, except for by the fireplace, where one patron is being given a somewhat conspicuous amount of space - perhaps it's the intimidating all-black outfit, or the way she's muttering to herself as she reads from the book she's holding, or the almost feral way she looks up when anyone in her field of view moves too quickly, but no one seems to want to get especially close to her.
To the droid: "Remind me." "Yes ma'am."
"Anything else you're working on?"
"'Technology: what's up with that' is the only thing I'm up to right now besides the regular healing tours. Well, and I work in the Infirmary," he gestures vaguely back in its direction, "whenever I get Milliways, seemed like the thing to do."
Nod. "My world is - spaceships and droids and holonet; pretty good, techwise. I do - mostly personal tech, lightsabers and speeders and holoprojectors, not industrial stuff or - hyperdrives, anything like that, but, not hard to learn. - don't program, though, that's its own thing. Droid bodies, sure, minds - not so much."
"As in, 'an explanation of the magic system that is more than two words long' -?"
"So, anyone in my world - I've brought people in to check, it works in the world, you don't have to be from it - can manifest their soul. Once you manifest your soul there's no undoing that, it stays manifested until you die and a little while afterward - my world has resurrection but only of soulbearers and only if you can get the soul to somebody with a resurrection power in time, once it dissipates they're as dead as anybody else. If anybody other than the soulbearer themselves touches their soul, it's - really incredibly unpleasant for the soulbearer, nobody it's happened to can even explain what's so bad about it, but it's like hasn't-happened-in-fifty-years rare because everybody knows you just don't do that. And soul artifacts have magic. They all do the personality broadcast thing - just usually much quieter than mine, some of them you can stare at for hours and hardly learn a thing - and then they do other stuff on top of that, whatever suits the soulbearer and fits in the amount of power they have. You get more power by being - more the person you aspire to be. No permanent ongoing magic effects except as directly sustained by the soul - I could have my healing aura on all the time if I wanted and that'd be quote-unquote permanent, but I couldn't make a bunch of healing auras and leave them lying around, if I did anything like that it'd all be drawing on my soul the whole time and I've got plenty of power but not that much."
"And the personality broadcast thing's always right but you probably don't want to take my word for that."
Nod.
"'n my world, there's - the Force, and some people can sense it - rarely, one in some millions. We can learn to use it - see it, make it do things. Some people have innate talents and some people specialize but anybody can learn anything, within - type, more 're less; Sith can't heal and Jedi can't do lightning, things like that. I design that, too; sensory specialty but all kinds."
" - more powerful that way; more entangled means you can use more at once. And - Sith, if I'm less powerful I'm more likely dead. But it does a - feedback loop, worse for some techniques." Sigh. "And entrains."
Thoughtful nod. "Wonder if being a soulbearer would help - one of the things souls always do is tell you when you're debasing them - when you're doing things that make them less powerful because you're acting less like your best self. Seems like it'd be harder to get into bad habits without noticing, that way."
"Wasn't quite the problem. - probably help anyway, though."
"Anyway. Expect it'd help, for me. Curious if DZ can do it, too."