I have, predictably, been thinking about Celann; been thinking about Bretons and their half elf blood, the magic in it, their innate magical skill. It manifests, in the player character, as higher magical bases and the ability to absorb hostile magic.
Celann doesn't seem like much of a spellcaster to me.
Schools of magic are called disciplines for a reason: they require work and dedication, even for the simplest spells (people aren't, for example, commonly seen wandering around casting candlelight.) Even with half elven blood, I can't imagine him being much of a caster.
However, there's still the secondary way magic manifests: as a repellant, a shield. Maybe he didn't grow up learning magic–which naturally, in such a mage-focused society (High Rock,) would be met with a variety of reactions–maybe his family realized he seemed to be missing what most people have and let it rest.
Maybe he never really thought about why his sister didn't just charm him during the attack in the woods until the Vigilant woman he'd met brought it up.
Celann may lack magical capabilities, but in return his mind is firmly walled off, untouchable by charms, fear spells, forced sleep. It's invaluable against the kinds of enemies he and his allies face, against mages and vampires and anything else that slings spells with ease–but it also turns away friendly charms. Courage, Rally, any variation of anything that's meant to bolster and assist results in as much a waste of magicka as a curse. Where others learn to shield themselves against mind altering magic, to close their consciousness to them, he, very slowly, had to learn how to create a window for friendly charms to take effect.
It's entirely unconscious; no effort goes into realizing that something is coming and shielding himself from it. The door is permanently shut, and it takes effort instead to crack it open when something friendly comes knocking. He's able to recognize hexes and charms and curses only because he realizes the harm they could do to his allies–if they're aimed at him, he pays them no mind, may not even realize it's being cast. It's a large part of his success as a vampire hunter: their charm, innate, instinctual, and one of their greatest defenses, is utterly useless when he's the one facing them down. (He's used this to his advantage before, on occasion, when goading his enemies is possible and he can get them to expend their magic on him before his allies reveal themselves, no longer at risk of being turned against one another or frozen still.)
Thinking about Celann, lacking any magical skill--potentially ostracizing, to a degree, in his old life--but with a mind like a fortress--useful and valuable in his new one, earning him an easy place.
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I’m not huge into fragrances/perfumes myself because I know how bad a lot of that stuff can be for you (Santal 33, my star-crossed lover), but people who smell distinctively good literally short-circuit my brain so hard.
Every now and then some random guy will come into the shop/through the drive-through wearing a cologne or musk or whatever that hits exactly right and I swear I just bluescreen. It’s ridiculous.
Like I’ll be honest, I am 100% purely attracted to men but sometimes a good-smelling woman will have my head spinning, albeit in a different way. More like a “I WANNA SMELL LIKE THAT HOLY CRAP” way and less of a “TAKE ME AWAY MY FRAGRANT KING” way. Nevertheless, still very distracting.
Anyways this is probably tmi but oh well.
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hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au
turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else
now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident
also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out
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special operatives
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[ID: Digital Art in color of Trigun Maximum, characters included are Wolfwood, Elendira, and Legato in a casual meeting situation. The piece consists of orangey yellow lighting and purple shadows. Wolfwood sits on the left side, facing Elendira who’s on the right. He’s seated on a plain wooden chair with one knee up and he’s holding the strap to his Punisher in his left hand while his right sits against his thigh, He has an irritated expression as he speaks to Elendira. Elendira is sitting in a fancier seat, her right arm rests against Wolfwood’s propped up knee, her left hand holds her suitcase. She’s sitting cross legged with an amused expression. Legato can be seen in the back at the center of the image in his mobile body case, one of his eyes shown to be glaring at Wolfwood. End ID]
[ID: Sketch, uncolored comic. Elendira says to Wolfwood, “I’m not telling you to dedicate yourself to him, but just accept the situation at hand. We could get along better if we were on the same page.” Wolfwood responds, “Don’t peg me me for an optimist. I’m not dumb. But, I’m also not going to just live in resignation. Plus, I don’t have any interest in getting along with ya.” Elendira coos, “Aw, you sure? I have a wonderful shoulder to cry on when the weak people you’re trying to protect eventually dies in the coming months. Though, I guess it’s fine. Someone like you might just die before then anyway...” She snickers in her hand while Wolfwood is speechless and just glares. Legato is faintly drawn in the back, glaring at Wolfwood, muttering “worthless” repetitively. End ID]
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