( open ) you cut me deep

[winscenario]

Who: James T. Kirk & you!
What: Finding out about his blood magic spell (blood telepathy) + Odin's compulsive honesty curse
When: Early/mid April
Where: Around
Rating: PG? Just a bit of blood but not expecting anything more.


I ▹ BLOOD MAGIC

Jim should have figured they wouldn't come back from that cave entirely unaffected. The last time he died he ended up with a soreness in his shoulder and down his side that has never quite vanished, sometimes even prickling and feeling a little numb, so when he actually can't sense anything different in him for days after they come back, it starts to feel like something is just strange or off.

It starts with vague dreams, at first; he can hear droplets fall, something dripping, dripping... it's not until the third night that he notices that the droplets are dark red, thick, pooling on the ground, spattering around. Then he begins to hear voices. Unintelligible words, and it's his voice reaching out, calling, the whispers and the sound of the falling blood drops growing louder and louder, almost deafening, until everything goes still and quiet and all he can hear is his own voice:

Listen to me.

He doesn't know what compels him to try this in the morning, but he does: he goes out to the field at the farm, and he takes out a sharp knife and nicks himself on the finger with it. There's a prickle of pain and he hisses, but instead of focusing on that, he closes his eyes and thinks of a specific person, someone he knows, and reaches out with his mind.

The message is short. A test, just to see if it really does what he thinks it should or not. Somewhere in the city, someone should be getting Jim's voice ringing in their head...

This is Jim Kirk. I'm at the farmland in Sigyn's district. If you can hear this message, please come meet me here.

II ▹ COMPELLED TRUTHS

Like many others, Jim doesn't escape Odin's curse. He's not a secretive person by nature, however, nor does he tend to lie, so he doesn't worry much that he might say something he doesn't want to. However, depending on what hour of the day someone runs into him, he may be feeling less or more frustrated with the curse that compels him to speak the truth, even when unasked or unprompted.

On the other hand, he might instead run into someone else who's affected. He won't use that to his own personal gain, though he might tease just a bit if he's comfortable with the person... But he won't be mean, really.

((ooc: for this prompt, basically feel free to write up your own starter as you think might best suit the compelled truth curse! I'm open to anything at all.))

Comments

[prodigalmess]

"Really?" Malcolm arches an eyebrow. "Wow. People must have really calmed down between my time and yours."

Because in the current climate, he can't see it. People still freak out when people who are a different color than them move to their city, let alone a being from outer space.

[winscenario]

"Maybe. Or maybe our timelines have differed in some way. Let me ask you, if I mention the Eugenics Wars, does that ring a bell with you?"

That's been the most notable difference he's noticed, so far. People from the early 21st century would be all too familiar with it. If Malcolm hasn't heard of it, then he isn't from the same place that he is.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm furrows his brow. "No..." He thinks. "I mean, I know what eugenics is, but I don't ever remember there being a war about it, unless you're talking about something that happened in the early 20th century."

Eugenics kind of died out as a practice and theory after Hitler espoused it. Being associated with Nazism wasn't a good look for eugenicists in America.

[winscenario]

"Late 20th century. A series of violent conflicts that happened throughout Earth between 1992 and 1996. But if you've never heard of it, then we're definitely from different worlds. Or rather, different versions of the same world."

Since Malcolm's world does seem to share a few similarities to his one, but apparently not in everything.

[prodigalmess]

"Huh," Malcolm says. "I never thought that our timelines might be different even if we're from the same place."

It makes sense though, at least theoretically. The idea of different timelines has been throw around by scientists for years, though nobody's been able to prove anything. Most people from different timelines never meet each other.

[winscenario]

"The possibilities for alternate realities and endless. In theory, anything that can happen will happen, in one universe or another. Personally I've only known of two other realities before coming here, but I've met plenty of people from plenty of different versions of Earth while here."

Case in point, Malcolm's. Peter comes to mind too, though he's been gone for a while now, and technically he didn't live on Earth, he just originally came from it.

[prodigalmess]

He nods in agreement. "Yeah. I'd just never seen it in reality before I came here. I know that one little thing can have a huge impact on history and completely change the course of it." Malcolm wonders where he and Jim's worlds got separated.

He stands, holding up his bandaged hand. "Anyway, thanks for the bandage and for helping me figure out that I can apparently do magic with my blood now." Slightly creepy, but very useful.

[winscenario]

Jim stands up as well, if only because it's the polite thing to do. He nods and smiles at Malcolm, not offering to shake his hand since they're both injured. "Anytime. I mean, not the whole cutting yourself. But I'm glad if I helped you figure that out-- and thanks for helping me figure mine out, too."

Not the kind of thing he'll be doing every day, but it's incredibly useful if he finds himself stuck in a dangerous situation.