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Annie is on her trike on her way to school.
This van labeled HAZARDOUS MATERIALS is also on its way to school.
The van hits a patch of black ice. It goes spinning, it turns over, it slices itself open on a wrought-iron fence with spikes, and it disgorges boxes which smash open on the pavement. Some of them skitter clear into the slush.
Some of them - along with most of the van - land on Annie.
There is a whirl of bewildering pain and confusion -
- and she falls to the ground, injured and in more kinds of discomfort beyond that and moaning.
She slowly starts to heal before the eyes of her sole witness.
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"I can't... I don't see... they're there but I don't..."
"Do you mean you can't see faces anymore?"
"I don't know..."
"Do you mean you can't see faces anymore?"
"I don't know..."
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Squint. "Yes..."
"What colour are they?" prompts Stalas.
"Brown..."
"Okay," says Stalas. "So you can still see faces, but there is something wrong with the way you see faces."
Ruck nods.
"What colour are they?" prompts Stalas.
"Brown..."
"Okay," says Stalas. "So you can still see faces, but there is something wrong with the way you see faces."
Ruck nods.
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"Not..." says Ruck.
"Something else wrong with the way you see faces, then," says Stalas.
"I can't see... which," says Ruck.
"Come again?" says Stalas.
"Which... faces."
"...You can't tell the difference between different people's faces?"
Ruck nods.
"That is a really strange magic effect," says Stalas.
"Something else wrong with the way you see faces, then," says Stalas.
"I can't see... which," says Ruck.
"Come again?" says Stalas.
"Which... faces."
"...You can't tell the difference between different people's faces?"
Ruck nods.
"That is a really strange magic effect," says Stalas.
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"I think some people just have that normally, actually," says Annie. "That artifact's going to be so popular, you'd just have to get all your friends to wear nametags... and I haven't noticed because I'm actually blind."
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"Do you want to keep that one?" asks Stalas of Ruck.
Ruck nods. Then he says, "...it hasn't... made me leave."
"True," says Stalas. "And there's only the sharing thing left among advantages we know about - right, Annie?"
Ruck nods. Then he says, "...it hasn't... made me leave."
"True," says Stalas. "And there's only the sharing thing left among advantages we know about - right, Annie?"
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"Right. Which means I've got at least one advantage not accounted for but I think I can push by drawback if necessary... I'll push the sharing thing in case that's it just to have more of the pairs figured even though it won't do Ruck any good."
Tap.
Tap.
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"Yep. And we don't know the pairmate for the love thing but do know that you won't wind up with it or the disappearing one if I give you any of the known useful features."
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"Yeah. In particular, I can safely take 'disintegrate darkspawn on contact' before a fight if I want it, although I'm not sure I do. The way I fight when I'm up against large numbers of darkspawn is pretty heavily adapted to them not vanishing as soon as I touch them."
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Fidget.
"I don't suppose you have anything to... to write with so we don't forget which is which."
"I don't suppose you have anything to... to write with so we don't forget which is which."
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"I don't. Ruck might," he says, going over to check Ruck's heap of miscellaneous items.
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There is indeed some miscellaneous paper and a few writing utensils, of which the graphite stick is still in usable shape. Stalas sits down on the floor of the cave and starts writing.
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"Oh thank god," breathes Annie when he's written the first word, and then she's crying.
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"Um?" says Stalas, looking up. "Are you all right...?" It doesn't look like definitely unhappy crying, but he isn't sure.
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"I can read, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to read, it could have been different for spoken and written," she manages. She's still carrying her shirt; she dabs at her eyes with it.
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"Yeah, that's... yeah," says Stalas.
He finishes writing the list.
He finishes writing the list.
- Healing power - pain around humming
- Disintegrate darkspawn (filet spiders?) - uncomfortably warm
- Extra sense - blind, deaf, can't smell, can't Stone-sense
- Language thing - can't recognize faces
- Give and revoke pairs of magic - vanish to another world
- (unknown) - magic love thing
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"No trouble. You want to carry it? Runs less risk of getting darkspawn blood all over it that way."