communion | stargazer-focused but ota

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[ The psychic presence is tactile, first. Like a hand fumbling in the dark, knowing his fingers could brush up against someone at any moment and trying to avoid unwelcome contact.

Then: ]

Oh.

[ Or whatever passes for oh in Matt's mind. In this case, it's something like if a stray puff of air managed to light a candle, rather than extinguish it. The eureka moment is followed by a laugh, soda-fizz of endorphins that rises and feathers away. ]

Holy shit, you're right there, aren't you?

I mean--I think I can hear you.

Hello?

[ ooc: As noted here, Matt is reset! So if you knew him in AT, you are more than welcome to recognize him; he just won't remember you. PM or hit up artistformerlyknownas to ask questions or throw ideas around. :3 :3 :3 ]

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omg so gentle so kindness

[semicharmed]

[ What's "weird," really? Is it feeling warmth, a tug, and then immediately following where it leads without reservation and no questions asked?

... Yes?

They can both be weird together, then. Matt could've stood to hear don't rush it regarding occult exploration at some point before now, honestly.

In his mind's eye, he takes in this new presence--a twilight-looking person, crowned with starlight--and offers his own in return. Matt's mental approximation of himself is more refined, now that he's spent a little time studying himself in the mirror: twiggy dude, messy brown hair, a lilting smile warming his face. ]

It is fantastic. Yeah.

A little more involved than the long-distance communication I'm used to, but that's not a bad thing. People have been really patient with me.

[ Matt a woman literally told you to shut up. ]

[twohand]

That's good, then.

[ Twiggy dude. Seems nice!

Drizzt isn't one to judge anyone by their appearance, considering the grief he's received over his own — without letting go, he sweeps his free hand behind him invitingly. Would Matt like to take one of the seats, and make himself comfortable in Communion? ]

Things are tense here, and likely only to worsen over time, but if we can all find it in ourselves to be patient to those who are new, I think we'll all benefit. Remembering who we were before, or wanting to become better... it starts with a bit of friendliness, no?

[ Oh! ]

Speaking of friendliness: my name is Drizzt Do'urden. Welcome to Kenos.

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[ Matt frowns curiously. He's gotten some hints of tension, apart from the ... fundamental sort of Manichean conflict of all this. But this is one of the plainest acknowledgements of the fact that he's heard, and one of the gentlest. ]

Drizzt. Hi. I'm Matt Jamison. [ Matt thinks about waving, and his free hand appears to wave. He thinks about smiling, and smiles. ] As a newcomer, I'm biased, but I definitely agree with you.

[ As for taking a seat, Matt finds it's easy to do. Maybe because Drizzt's mind provides such a solid container through which to move, if "move" is even the word. He finds himself settling down by the campfire, its warm light catching on a hairline scar that arcs over his left cheek. Over Communion, the scar's a bit more prominent than it would be in real life.

Also, does Drizzt still have his hand? Matt's definitely not going to be the one to let go. ]

Do you mind telling me what you mean by tense? [ he asks. ] I've heard about monsters and hungry shadows, and I know there was a contest for one of these oracles that got--uh, the word she used was "creepy."

[twohand]

[ ok now that set's ready to loom irl i can wrap this one up with you hi again??

Drizzt definitely isn't the one who is going to let go. Like Matt, once he makes contact with someone who is both willing to and accepting of his touch, he sort of just — latches onto them. A quiet sort of loneliness and desperation lives within him, crushed below a layer of practicality, bleak acceptance and the instinctive defensiveness of the Hunter simmering far, far below. All this to say, he also takes a seat within his mind right next to Matt, holding the idea of his hand all the while! ]

Mm, tense. A friend of mine and I are working on monitoring some movements that worry him, though I hesitate to say for certain what they are. I do not like to cast aspersions before uncovering the facts.

[ That gets people hurt. ]

But, all of the above you mentioned goes without saying. Glad someone made sure you weren't floundering in the dark. It isn't easy, being a new hand in an old fight.

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[ As it's been said (by me! all the time!), Matt's definitely a lonely person. Touch lets him forget that--transcend it. And while he can lean too hard into it as a coping mechanism, physical contact is, fundamentally, his most fluent language. He's often unsure of what a person's words mean, but touch feels impossible to misinterpret. A precious artifact, created between bodies and then lost forever, but always possible to rediscover. ]

That's really mysterious, [ Matt protests, though his mental presence is warmly amused. He gets not wanting to cast aspersions, but are the movements the hungry shadows? The monsters? Who is the friend??

Still, not all intelligence-gathering has to be about specific points of data. Matt's happy enough to make contact with someone who feels like they might be an ally. He sighs, ruefulness and recognition, for the last thought that drifts his way. ]

It's hard to be a new hand anywhere, [ he says. ] But I hope I can do more good than harm. I'm gonna try my hardest.

In the meantime, I appreciate the [ hand-holding ] guidance.