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[light_mischief]

Skulduggery Pleasant

Cabin 117 - 6:39 PM

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[light_mischief]

[This, unfortunately -- or fortunately? -- is something Skulduggery has had some recent experience with. Considering how the magic he wields here still feels mostly as it should, the idea that they're coming up on sudden hardlines in the system is... unfortunate. It's less surprising in retrospect, of course, that reflections can't manifest, but that doesn't make it less disappointing.]

I have to confess, there was a spell I tried a little while ago that didn't work like it was supposed to. Or at all, for that matter. Was this the first time you've used fomicry on board? Or have you had successes in the past?

[fonomena]

[It's unfortunate for a fact, though it was probably bound to happen sooner or later--considering how this space they currently exist in here seems custom-tailored to accomodate all manner of magic systems across realities, no matter how disparate, Jade has long suspected that the captain would also have imposed limitations on certain aspects. Anything that might pose a threat of some kind to his machinations here, most likely...though it's surprising, in a way, to be seeing the exact shape these hardlines happen to be taking now?]

Didn't work at all...so, you didn't receive even a partial result, from the spell? [The question on Skulduggery's part earns the faintest flicker of something like chagrin, across Jade's features, even as he answers promptly and neutrally enough:] No, this...I first tapped into fomicry on board this ship only a few hours ago, in fact. [Though he could have tried much sooner. Maybe should have, really. If not...for his own hesitations. Still, that's neither here nor there--] Usually, for an object of such small size and minimal complexity as a panacea bottle...I should have easily been able to produce at least two dozen replicas, in a given sitting. Yet the process for the first seven worked exactly as normal and intended--until I tried for an eighth, and it were as if...the fonons needed for the process simply refused to gather as they should. Or react at all. Yet I can still cast any other fonic arte as normal... [Jade raises a free hand in front of himself, forefinger and thumb pressing together as if in afterthought; much the same way he'd demonstrated it to Skulduggery that time back, during their very first conversation on the ship, there's a soft thrum of sound that condenses at his fingertips in a second or so, before a small and smokeless flame leaps to being. Nope, no difficulties there...] --Your own spell, what was the nature of it?

[light_mischief]

Hm... So you hadn't made any attempt to use that particular magic before now, and only managed to create a quarter of what you're capable of... It's possible that the Captain didn't know you were capable of it, maybe? If he noticed someone practicing magic on the ship that he didn't like, there could be a way for him to...

[What? Turn powers on and off? That... is a terrible thought. Nope. He doesn't want to think about that. And yet --]

It's a bit of symbol magic both mortals and sorcerers can use in my reality. We essentially construct a... placeholder of sorts out of our reflections. They perform surface-level actions in order to maintain the illusion that you are... well, wherever you need to be. [He shrugs.] In hindsight, I suppose it's just close enough to an actual living construct that the Captain would be... challenged by it? Maybe it's the same with fomicry?