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[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

I.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm hasn't been quite right since passing out in the cave either, but he's chocking that up to trauma response. He technically hasn't been right since his father was arrested for being a serial killer when he was 10. At first, he thinks the voice in his head is something that he's imagining. He'd be lying if he'd said he'd never had auditory hallucinations before. This one is too specific though, and he recognizes the name of the supposed sender.

He's relatively close to Sigyn's district on his rounds, so he heads over to where the farm is. Malcolm finds Jim near the barn.

"Hey," he says. "You're Jim Kirk, right?"

i.

[trafficreport]

Voices in his head. That's new. Not as new as he'd like, but...yeah. New enough to raise some red flags. Jet was more or less on the cusp of dozing off when the voice cracks into his head and he snaps awake promptly.

He's not sure if he can answer it. Nonetheless, the idea of someone being able to speak to him in his head is enough to drive him to seek some fucking answers for it. The whole thing reeks, to Jet, someone who's survived due to being a hyper-paranoid jackass, as a fucking trap.

So he arms himself before heading out. He approaches warily, combing the farmlands for anyone who might be suspicious. Armed, though not visibly. Looking for all the world like someone who expects to be ambushed at any second.

The farmlands aren't too occupied today. The only person in the vicinity gets the full brunt of Jet's suspicion, which isn't admittedly terribly overt as he draws near. He's laconic as ever when he speaks:

"You Jim?"

I.

[madcuriosity]

Alice had been in her room when she saw Jim go out into the field. When she then heard a voice in her head, she blinked. Was Jim yelling? But it didn't sound like he was yelling? But how could she have heard him? Was she imagining things?

Maybe he was yelling.

Alice shifted so her feet were danging off the side of her seat before sliding off with a slight jump at the end. She then went to the door and headed towards the captain, Thor quick behind her, having become quite protective of her whenever she was outside on the farm.

"Captain, did you call for me?" she blinked a bit owlishly. He didn't LOOK like he had yelled it. So how had she heard him?

ii

[tealeafs]

For now Chizuru is still very blissfully unaware of what's going on. Maybe she's just gotten lucky - because she sure is affected by the curse as well, but she's been so busy with various chores today that she just hasn't had much time yet to talk to other people. And it's kind of hard to blurt out the truth to someone when you don't have someone to talk to!

But as usually with chores, you inevitably have to go and be out and about for one sooner or later. Chizuru frowns a little as she makes her way through the city, seeing so many people looking awkward or angry. Is there something going on?

She's too worried of seeming unaware or downright dumb to ask just any random person. But then she spots someone she does know - Jim, looking kind of frustrated. That makes her quicken her pace for a moment to get closer to him, giving him a half-worried, half-curious look.

"Ah.. Sorry, but is something wrong?" She doesn't specify whether she means it personally about him or wrong in general, but she's curious about both anyway.

ii.

[iustise]

Unlike Jim Kirk, Lord John Grey is a rather secretive person, by necessity as much as anything else. The first time he inadvertently blurts out what he is truly feeling instead of the polite niceties he is used to demonstrating, he chalks it up to stress, perhaps. Lack of sleep. The next few times it happens, however. The fact that he simply cannot stop himself in their delivery...

He's willing to believe this has something to do with the gods, and if he simply waits it out then the affects will wear themselves away. He by no means wants to hang about his habitation in Heimdall to potentially indemnify himself to his roommates, so he takes to wandering the streets of the city with Gustav. Praying against all else that he'll be able to spend a quiet day on his own and then return at the end to sleep it off.

Fate, as it would have it, seems to have other plans.

"Ah, James," John greets the other man, finding themselves suddenly face-to-face. "I had hoped that we might not run into each other today." He colors slightly as the words spill from his mouth, far too painfully honest and direct for his liking.