fifthofthecovenant | The Last Voyages: IC Contact

[Chase lifts a hand to pluck one of the spiders from his hair, letting him see.]

Yeah. I usually have a few of these around. And I can make stuff fly around. I used to be able to do other stuff, but the Barge locked my power down pretty hard.

[He observes the spider for a moment, wondering if he'd be able to control it. Not because he wants to, of course, but because it's something he's usually wondering.]

What does the spider have to do with your magic?

[The spider promptly vanishes in a puff of smoke, then reappears on the back of Chase's hand instead, which he turns over to show Corvo. Chase's eyes go all over black when he does it.]

I make them. Or summon them, I guess. I can do flies too, but I like spiders better.

[Corvo's eyebrows go up and he grins.]

And that sort of magic isn't common?

Magic at all isn't common. I didn't meet anyone else with the power until I was eighteen, and only then because I went looking for them.

[He lets the spider climb up his arm, dropping it now that he's not showing it off for Corvo.]

What did you find when you went looking?

[He moves to the railing, keeping an eye on him, still smiling a bit at the spider.]

[An angry old man who shouldn't have been as old as he was. Chase decides he doesn't want to talk about that. (Not hard, he never wants to talk about that.)]

Four kids who had been raised together, like family, with books full of knowledge and parents who knew what they were.

[This is still not a pleasant subject. He sounds a little bitter about it.]

Huh. A damn shame.

[He has every right to be bitter, Corvo decides.]

Did they welcome you?

[Chase barks a little laugh.]

Why do you think I'm here? One of them killed me.

[Well. That's leaving out a lot of details. Chase hadn't gone in aiming to make friends at all. He has one goal, and that one goal doesn't require friends. The death was justly deserved, but he can't let it stop him yet.]

[He looks sympathetic, but there's an anger that builds up in him. An anger that stems from this boy being his brother. Family.

He struggles to tamp down on it.]

Why would they do that?

[Now that one's tricky. Chase has managed to not lie directly about anything since he came here, but then, nobody has really asked about why he's here, either. He's quiet a moment before he finally says,]

They didn't want to share.

[Which is true. Technically. Since Caleb sharing his power would mean his death, most likely, it's pretty understandable. Still, Chase is willing to bet they wouldn't have been willing to share anything else, either. They were dumb, asshole kids who'd never had to face a consequence in their lives.]

Sorry about it, kid. [He leans on the railing, looking at the nets below.]

Well, magic here is different. I've seen lots of people who use it casually.

[Potential crisis averted. Chase still has no desire to really get into why he's here. And he also, for intensely stupid reasons, doesn't really want Corvo to look at him like those stupid kids did.]

Yeah, me, too. I don't hide what I am here, either. It's probably going to make things difficult when I get out of here, really, not being used to hiding anymore.

[He shrugs.]

ut I'll deal with that when it happens.

Are you going back to your world when you graduate?

[Corvo is adamant that he will go, but many others have different ideas.]

Yeah, definitely. I have some stuff I need to do once I do.

[It's the only reason he's even here and trying, in a very small way, to maybe get out someday.]

You?

Yes. I have no reason not to. I also have something there to do. Something that seems ridiculous to keep me from.

[He shakes his head.]

The Admiral is a fool.

I mean, from what I hear, if you weren't here you'd be dead. So you wouldn't be able to do that thing, anyway.

[A pause.]

I mean, unless you're a warden, but then you could just go do the thing or use a wish for it or something so I don't think you'd be complaining.

[He huffs out a laugh.]

No. Not a warden.

But I'm not so easily bested, either. If the Admiral hadn't interfered, the Outsider might have.

I mean, I would've said the same thing. About not being easily bested, not that somebody else would've interfered.

[Technically somebody else did, whoever sent stupid Caleb that lightning bolt of power. Wrong side, though.]

What's the Outsider?

He's a god. He's - well, it doesn't matter. He likes to interfere the same way the Admiral does.

[Of course other people get their own gods. Of course they do.]

And you think he would've rescued you, huh?

Rescued me, sure. If only because he'd lose his newest plaything.

[Corvo knows where he stands.]

[That has Chase's brows going up.]

Do you like being a god's plaything?

[He laughs.]

No, but what am I supposed to do?

I don't know, find some way to get out from under any god's thumb.

[Easier said than done, he knows. He snorts a little.]

I think I'm glad we don't have any of those where I come from. That's the last thing I need.

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