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mental link; it's a catbus!

[ It's an ungodly hour of the night as these things go, with both Misato and Gildor's minds flickering to announce their presence to all. Forceful and unapologetic, for her part, while urgent and unsettling, for his part. They insist on your attention. ]

( Everyone. We found something out there beyond the barrier. It was too dark for us to see much-- )

(Or anything, for some of us, but-- )

( But it's massive-- )

(Big as the shuttles that brought us-- )

( And predatory. At least, it seemed pretty clear that it wanted to take a chunk out of us. Some of you found tracks the other day, right? Let's talk. )

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( I conjured a door from inside the barrier that opened to a space on the other side of it. )

[ Crickets chirp. ]

( Bard magic. )

[ Flat. ]

( Misato. )

[ Somehow she gets the distinct feeling of being scolded for something wrong she must have done without knowing exactly what, and so, her hesitance is preemptive. ]

( Uhm. Yeah. It's a door, well, a hole really. It doesn't have a knob or an actual door you open or anything-- Is that what you're asking? )

( Huh. How does that work? )

( Ah, how do I begin to explain... )

[ The 'how' of his magic isn't really important right now, but he can't bare to leave Miss Pidge wondering. ]

( The long of it involves old lore involving the gods and their creation of the universe, but I'll give you the short version for now.

I am able to draw energy from myself and the music I play to cast a variety of spells that bend the rules of reality. Opening a dimension door is one of them. )

[ Rust must be loving this. ]

( That's... pretty cool. Would you mind if I was able to get a look at that sometime? )

[ There's gotta be more to this than just "MAGIC". ]

( Of course, though later. Perhaps not till we make it back to the Station. Performing bard magic out here isn't the safest thing, where the only known magic is technomancy. )

[ He stops himself from thinking if they make it back to the station - or more specifically, him. He's still half expecting someone to sell him off to the Hyrypians like old times. ]

( Good point. I'm interested to see how it interacts with... uh. Everything.

Let me know when a good time would be when we get back! )

( He said it has something to do with strings and vibration, are you thinking what I'm thinking, Pidge? )

[ For the love of all that is good and holy, please say no. ]

( Quantum string theory? )

( Yes! Since music is a key component in bard magic, and I prefer stringed instruments - perhaps it's in the same vein as this string theory? )

[ Two idiot adults try to talk science to a genius. ]

( That's... not really what string theory means. It doesn't actually have anything to do with instruments. It's... more about particle physics and the theoretical makeup of the universe. )

( Wait, are you seriously telling me string theory isn't about strings? )

[ EVERYTHING SHE KNOWS IS A LIE. ]

[ He has no idea what any of that means, so the best conclusion he can draw is- ]

( If it isn't about strings or stringed instruments, it's not a very well named theory then is it? )

( What? No. It's about one-dimensional extended objects. They 'look' like strings. That's why it's called string theory. )

[ Oh my God, you two. ]

( But it's also about vibrations, right? When you play a different note, a thing becomes a different thing, and that's how we got the stuff that makes up the universe, and even multiverses and all that. )

[ A thing becomes a different thing and that's how we got the stuff? Misato were you listening to anything he said back on the training field? ]

( That's getting more into the lore I mentioned. It is believed the gods spoke the entire universe into existence, and their primordial words of creation still reverberate and expand through the cosmos. Bards harness those echoes using music and convert it into magic, or we attempt to.

I'd be happy to recount the story in full for you both another time so you can compare it to this... theory... )

[ At a more reasonable hour than this. ]

( That's definitely not how any of this works. Even if we assume that gods are real, we're also in a completely different universe that they presumably didn't create and your powers still work. There's probably a completely different explanation. )

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[ Silence. The collision of hot and cold, the resultant hiss of steam. ]

( A magical door. ) [ There's no sense to the words, as he thinks them. They fall like blows. ]

[ It's unpleasant, of course, but she weathers it stiffly because it must be well-deserved. ]

( Hmm . . . Calling something magical or miraculous is really just a way of saying I have no idea how it works. That's all. )

( Yes, precisely! ) [ He responds cheerfully, glad to hear at least Rust gets it. As in, there is nothing to get about it. ]

( Well, as to how it works, bard magic is a bit... chaotic in nature. Toes the line between light and dark, good and evil, sensical and nonsensical. It's also an innate thing that not every musician develops no matter how skilled- )

[ He has to stop himself before getting too off-track. Now isn't the time for long-winded yet vague lectures on the musical magics. ]

( Anyway, that is how we moved past the barrier. )

[ Gildor starts to talk. And talk. Starts using words like good and evil.

Rust has experienced the severing of a connection by a veteran host: violent, clean. Final. This is nothing like that. A swell of anger that doesn't quite recede, the writhing of a worm on a hook—then a wrenching, a blurring of focus. Silence turning, at some point, to absence.

That's all. ]

( I... )

( Did I say something wrong? )

[ What the hell, Rustin Cohle?? ]

( Forget him, Gildor. Some people are just bad at this sort of thing. )

[ This "sort of thing" meaning being part of society, specifically, playing human. ]

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