Othello Von Ryan (
thepurpleone) wrote in
revivalproject2023-06-11 12:01 am
Entry tags:
[Log] Calibrations: Trapped in Yesterday
WHO: Donnie and you...?
WHERE: In the mind of Donatello... Gah, why're you in here
WHAT: Just some teenage turtle things
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
(Waiting Room Mingle here)
Darkness gives way to neon lines of light that follow along the ceiling and sides of a massive room. It's a rounded shape, reminiscent of a tunnel, but someone's definitely made themselves at home here. Backlit and accented in soft purple hues, the entire space is retrofitted so professionally that anyone who steps inside wouldn't think they were in a sewer beneath the streets of New York City.
As the eyes adjust, it's clear that this is some sort of lab or workshop. The computer equipment is pretty slick, lining the walls of one side, random consoles and contraptions laid out here and there. Encased in a domed glass is some very stylized looking computer chip about as tall as a handspan, all angles and points. Seemingly somewhat out of place is, of all things, a trophy that's apparently from some sort of demolition derby. Beside it is a small purple crystal. Draped over a very fancy looking gaming/computer chair is a very purple bomber jacket, the smooth, shiny satin kind. This one has a purple snakelike dragon design on the back.
Of course, the place wouldn't be complete without a few pizza boxes, and there's a small stack off to the side for a place called Albearto's. The mascot appears to be a jolly-looking mustachio'd bear with a chef hat.
On the opposite wall are a line of shell-looking objects, armor of a sort? One of the battle shells has definitely seen better days, bearing massive claw marks that's laid circuitry bare. If that's not enough of a giveaway as to who's room this is, there's a titanium bust of Donnie's head sitting on the central workspace/desk.
...of course then there's also the actual Donnie, hunched over some project or another, goggles down as he does some welding. He doesn't even look up at his uninvited guest, but he makes it clear he knows you're there.
"Sigh, it never fails, you try to get some work done and someone just wanders on in uninvited. Do us both a favor and don't press any buttons."
WHERE: In the mind of Donatello... Gah, why're you in here
WHAT: Just some teenage turtle things
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
(Waiting Room Mingle here)
Darkness gives way to neon lines of light that follow along the ceiling and sides of a massive room. It's a rounded shape, reminiscent of a tunnel, but someone's definitely made themselves at home here. Backlit and accented in soft purple hues, the entire space is retrofitted so professionally that anyone who steps inside wouldn't think they were in a sewer beneath the streets of New York City.
As the eyes adjust, it's clear that this is some sort of lab or workshop. The computer equipment is pretty slick, lining the walls of one side, random consoles and contraptions laid out here and there. Encased in a domed glass is some very stylized looking computer chip about as tall as a handspan, all angles and points. Seemingly somewhat out of place is, of all things, a trophy that's apparently from some sort of demolition derby. Beside it is a small purple crystal. Draped over a very fancy looking gaming/computer chair is a very purple bomber jacket, the smooth, shiny satin kind. This one has a purple snakelike dragon design on the back.
Of course, the place wouldn't be complete without a few pizza boxes, and there's a small stack off to the side for a place called Albearto's. The mascot appears to be a jolly-looking mustachio'd bear with a chef hat.
On the opposite wall are a line of shell-looking objects, armor of a sort? One of the battle shells has definitely seen better days, bearing massive claw marks that's laid circuitry bare. If that's not enough of a giveaway as to who's room this is, there's a titanium bust of Donnie's head sitting on the central workspace/desk.
...of course then there's also the actual Donnie, hunched over some project or another, goggles down as he does some welding. He doesn't even look up at his uninvited guest, but he makes it clear he knows you're there.
"Sigh, it never fails, you try to get some work done and someone just wanders on in uninvited. Do us both a favor and don't press any buttons."

no subject
"So less Adamantoise and more Sahagin. And those are definitely things from home that don't make all of the sense."
no subject
He pushed away from the table, turning to thumb at the battle shell currently on his back. "Covers my natural one. I'm an apalone spinifera - a spiny soft-shelled turtle."
no subject
"And you're talented to find your way to compensate for what might be a weakness in a fight. I'm almost jealous. I never found a good way for it myself. Magic users tend to be very fragile."
no subject
Donnie blinked as he turned back towards Reeve. Having someone say as much was kind of weird, as though he were revealing a weakness itself, and it made the turtle feel vulnerable.
"But...magic can do a lot of stuff. Frustratingly cool stuff... I haven't been able to figure out how it works, but my brothers have magic weapons and have no problems with making them work for them." He clung tighter to his tech, but he was increasingly concerned that one day they just wouldn't need him or his tech any more.
no subject
Maybe he could teach the boy some, when they aren't trapped in dreams. Who doesn't enjoy a bit of magical fire from time to time?
no subject
"I found a crystal that could reveal readouts of things with magical properties when applied with my goggles."
no subject
“Magic can be cerebral too. Maybe, when this is over, I can show you. My magic is one anyone can learn after all. Crystals and all that. Though a scanning crystal is also very useful.”
no subject
"Oh, it is! It even shows what magic might be hiding," he said, looking a little proud of his findings. Magically augmented tech could be cool.
no subject
"Really. And yes, we make great use of scan magic too. I don't have any materia for that here. Of course I do not think it would be much use here. All of our magic is... like inherited memory. And memory cannot remember what it has not encountered.
no subject
"So...you're basically using what's already been established, you mean? A set power?"
no subject
And when they get out, he can have lessons. But yes, it's like that.
"Memories of magic in a way. They are crystalized memories from the lifestream of our planet. An echo of the memories of magic that another race from our world could do."
no subject
"Lifestream? Like... Okay, I'm not sure what you mean by that. Did the magic exist before this race or after it?"
no subject
"Have you heard of the concept of reincarnation?"
no subject
no subject
Yes, his world is a very strange one.
no subject
"I...what? So...you're using the crystalized energy basically made up of former lifeforms that have been expended? Kind of like some magical fossil fuel except it's somehow powering spells."
no subject
And that was his fault. But he can't touch that now. Not at all. "The fossilized memories in materia, though, those we combine with the magical energy within ourselves to call forth spells. I look forward to showing you if you want. You could even borrow one for a time."
no subject
He blinked, looking down at his hands thoughtfully then. "Magical energy within ourselves..." He frowned a little. "So um. When I was exploring the beach caves for the hot springs I found the areas with the concentrated crystals instead and... Well Tony said they reacted to inherent abilities. Somehow I was able to...make things? Like... actual tech, but out of...light energy? I'm not really sure. My goggles read it as mystic energy somehow."
no subject
"We didn't know. Or, well, some people theorized it but we didn't know what we thought we did."
Still, he's impressed by what Donnie is telling him. So yes, he's really interested in that.
"I would suggest learning there then, as you might be better at tapping into magic there. But that's really intriguing to me. I think I'd like to see that, if it's okay?"
no subject
"That's the thing. It only works in the caves. Like...I have to charge something up, and it'll last for a little while outside, depending on how fast I burn it off doing things- and then it's like a caffeine crash when it's exhausted. But yeah, I can show you. Once we're out of here, anyway."
no subject
"The caves are supposed to enhance natural abilities. They charge us up. Whatever you do there might well be something you are inherently capable of but just not ready for."
no subject
Reeve did make an interesting point there, however. Something he was inherently capable of but just not ready for... It made sense in a way. Experimenting with it had been frustrating, trying to keep a grasp on that feeling as it faded off with the charge from the crystals always failing, and it left him feeling empty, alone.
"Hm..."
no subject
no subject
"I was trying to figure out if I could make use of the crystals any, like some kind of supplementary...focus? I don't know. I brought some of them. Well, obviously not here here," he said as he gestured loosely at the rest of his lab.
no subject
"Obviously," Reeve agreed with a chuckle. "But that is perhaps a good approach, in the long term. The first secret to any form of magic is to learn to center yourself and work with the basics of connecting to it before getting out a focus."
That is true in about... well, 98% of cases. Some people just took too magic quicker and didn't need the whole mental aspects of it.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)