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pixiethreads2015-05-02 02:12 pm
only_dabbled) wrote in pixiethreads2015-05-02 02:12 pm
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How does one be interesting?
Jowan wonders if it's part of becoming a spectre to feel kind of stupid. Probably? He supposes everyone that succeeded at becoming a spectre had a time where they felt silly, before they'd even managed it.
Go somewhere spirits are likely to be, said the only book he'd found on the subject. Someplace interesting.
So. What counted as interesting? He knew what he found interesting. He didn't know what spirits found interesting. He'd tried a few spots already, places that looked like they had a lot of stuff going on. He'd wandered around trying to get a spirit's attention, not knowing if they were laughing at his attempts or ignoring him or taking issue with the color of his shirt or something. But - nothing. Nothing at all.
So he was going with something he thought was interesting. Maybe there would be less spirits, or maybe there would be more, he didn't know. But it seemed like the best idea. Maybe. Probably? Probably.
Jowan clears his throat, and steps into the little grotto. "Excuse me?" he says, to the nothing that's there. "I um. My name is Jowan. I'm - er. Human. Obviously? But errr. I was sort of thinking, er, well, looking - I'm looking for a partner? Any spirits around that would like to become spectres together?"
Silence.
"I don't actually know if any of you can hear me, or if you're even here, but - if you don't mind I'll pretend you are. At worst I'm just talking to myself." Cough. "Um. I'm not interested in going crazy and blowing stuff up. At all. I - I don't know, is this supposed to be like - 'I enjoy long moments in the library and walks in pretty forests and drinking fruity drinks instead of something stronger and want to spend my time learning about magic without also blowing myself up.' Did that show a bit of my personality? I don't really know. Uh. I don't really have a lot of friends? It's not because I'm a jerk or anything, just, sort of, I'm, shy? I guess?"
Sigh. "Which is why I'm so awful at this. Sorry? I don't have any practice, except for the times that I tried the same thing I'm doing now in other places, and nothing really happened there, either, so I don't know if I'm getting any better or not. I think I am? I haven't spent most of the time talking to my shoes this time! So that's nice!"
Silence.
"Anyway, um. What I'd do as a spectre sort of. Depends on who partners up with me, I guess. It just seems like it'd be interesting and fun and. Um. Yeah. I don't know, if I seem like the type of person you'd like, definitely willing to share power! And be partners!"
More silence. Is. That a no? He doesn't know if that's a no or not.
Go somewhere spirits are likely to be, said the only book he'd found on the subject. Someplace interesting.
So. What counted as interesting? He knew what he found interesting. He didn't know what spirits found interesting. He'd tried a few spots already, places that looked like they had a lot of stuff going on. He'd wandered around trying to get a spirit's attention, not knowing if they were laughing at his attempts or ignoring him or taking issue with the color of his shirt or something. But - nothing. Nothing at all.
So he was going with something he thought was interesting. Maybe there would be less spirits, or maybe there would be more, he didn't know. But it seemed like the best idea. Maybe. Probably? Probably.
Jowan clears his throat, and steps into the little grotto. "Excuse me?" he says, to the nothing that's there. "I um. My name is Jowan. I'm - er. Human. Obviously? But errr. I was sort of thinking, er, well, looking - I'm looking for a partner? Any spirits around that would like to become spectres together?"
Silence.
"I don't actually know if any of you can hear me, or if you're even here, but - if you don't mind I'll pretend you are. At worst I'm just talking to myself." Cough. "Um. I'm not interested in going crazy and blowing stuff up. At all. I - I don't know, is this supposed to be like - 'I enjoy long moments in the library and walks in pretty forests and drinking fruity drinks instead of something stronger and want to spend my time learning about magic without also blowing myself up.' Did that show a bit of my personality? I don't really know. Uh. I don't really have a lot of friends? It's not because I'm a jerk or anything, just, sort of, I'm, shy? I guess?"
Sigh. "Which is why I'm so awful at this. Sorry? I don't have any practice, except for the times that I tried the same thing I'm doing now in other places, and nothing really happened there, either, so I don't know if I'm getting any better or not. I think I am? I haven't spent most of the time talking to my shoes this time! So that's nice!"
Silence.
"Anyway, um. What I'd do as a spectre sort of. Depends on who partners up with me, I guess. It just seems like it'd be interesting and fun and. Um. Yeah. I don't know, if I seem like the type of person you'd like, definitely willing to share power! And be partners!"
More silence. Is. That a no? He doesn't know if that's a no or not.