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Jensal has a lot of work to do. Her house is going to collapse; nobody had better be inside when it does. She is briskly bundling adult miracles into groups who have at least one decent job between them, she is writing to agencies that handle adoption for the ultimate disposition of kids who don't get picked up because she's reasonably sure that they will not all get picked up, and when parents do drop by to collect their little ones she is signing papers for every set of them with slightly gritted teeth. Lots to do. Her hand is cramping from paperwork and she doesn't care.
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"...You're having a hard time dealing with the amount of senses you've got and less would be worse?"
"I'm used to lots of esu," she explains. "I had lots of esu for a long long time. Not lots of esu is like hardly being able to feel anything at all. It's bad and I don't like it. But I'm getting used to it, it's much better now, maybe someday it'll feel like feeling the right amount of things."
"I didn't have that problem when I came off esu at all but I guess I had a lot less than you," says Finnah dubiously.
"I had a lot. For a long time. That's why I have to learn how to be a person now, because I was busy having esu before and didn't learn anything about that."
"Good thing you can talk. Most kinds of people, if you shut them up in a box for a long time when they were born, would not be able to talk at all after."
"Most people have to learn words and stuff. It's only siahrs that don't have to."
"I'm not sure either, but they do it pretty quick, considering."
Finnah nods.
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"I should probably read my mail in case there's urgent miracle business in there somewhere," says Mial. "Sad as I am to deprive you of my fluffiness." He shifts human, escapes, and goes to sort through the pile.
The jet girl giggles. "You were really fluffy! Now you're only a little bit fluffy."
There are a fair number of miraculous requests in there. Apparently word's gotten around about the dead people.
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"Well, I did set myself up for this," he mutters. He starts piling up the resurrections separately, and goes through the rest for anything more urgent, people trying to get in touch with Lazarus, et cetera.
There is a note from Kaylo inquiring if Lazarus will require that he bear witness to the performance of all the kinds of magic or if it will do if he is shown, for example, already-made potions.
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Mial sends this letter miraculously to Libby's miracle coordination office, where he trusts it will find its intended recipient. He wonders about the answer himself; he suspects that Lazarus will get different information from watching a potion be made than watching one exist afterward, but he isn't Lazarus and doesn't know for sure.
"I wonder what I'm going to do about all these resurrections," he muses. "One at a time seems inefficient, but we checked, a cube-star miracle can't do more than that... there's such a thing as a bigger miracle, but it's ten times the cost, I haven't even tried making one yet."
"I wonder what I'm going to do about all these resurrections," he muses. "One at a time seems inefficient, but we checked, a cube-star miracle can't do more than that... there's such a thing as a bigger miracle, but it's ten times the cost, I haven't even tried making one yet."
"Who did make one?" asks Finnah.
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"One of the miracled shrens who Libby provided with the miracle-making ability. I'm not supposed to tell anyone who they are for privacy reasons. But apparently it was highly uncomfortable."
"Bet you nameless here could do it, once she's learned to person."
"It sounds useful. Are you just miracling yourself the pain or what?"
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"Yeah. The other miracle-makers had little devices with buttons they could push, but that seemed inelegant to me so I just gave myself the miraculous ability to generate pain, which in turn I can use to generate miracles, ta-daa," shrugs Mial.
"Like a fire that makes its own fuel," snorts Finnah, "and then some."
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