I Kinda Like The POC I Had Made Earlier And Came Up With Some Narrative Ideas For Later Chapters.
I kinda like the POC I had made earlier and came up with some narrative ideas for later chapters.
So I wrote the chapter 2, it's just a rough draft, and follows the still untitled story from the last post..
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Maya clung to trunk after trunk like a serpent slithering through a forest, undetected still, her goal? To study the main root system of the Great Banyan tree.
The woody maze was indeed a spectacle under the lush green light through its hazy green canopy crown... Finding the main trunk of the Great Banyan was to be a challenge. the 250 year old behemoth slumbered, indifferent to Maya, its myriads of thick Arial root growth all around had made the single tree look like a lush forest instead... The chirping of birds, the racing squirrels, foraging for the Banyan's fig... the ambiance didn't betray the history of the ecosystem built around the massive tree system.
But Maya was no slouch, she had come even more prepared by fusing with the beast essence that brought the lightning quick reflexes of the black bengal cat to her epigenetic suggestion.
Maya wasn't gonna look around blind for her goal, the restricted area was heavily guarded by the faction of the tiger... Little did they know the bread crum trail of guards is exactly what will lead Maya to the heart of the behemoth.
A shadow flickered behind her, it was Rundra, "Maya wake up", Maya heard Rundra's whisper behind her...
"This was not the time you idiot! you will alert the guards!", she whispered looking back at him.
"Maya look! you finally manifested arcane fire!!!", Rundra's voice finally reached Maya. The snot bubble burst, and she was awake... the excitement that she had manifested cool shit really did grab her attention all the way from a dream, huh... Typical Maya, Rundra shook his head
"Waa... Huh?", Maya yawned wide, still a bit drowsy from the rumbling of all the carriages they had hitch hiked the night before... She knew they were still a day away from Yana.
"Finally woke up huh? Sleepy head... The carriage owner is about to fall asleep waiting for us to get down so that he can go his path", Rundra shook Maya again by her shoulder.
Maya swore Rundra shook her just to annoy her this time... "You think it is funny? Huh! 'Maya! You did done arcane fire!', beating a dead horse are we now?", So she pushed him, jumping outside the carriage, as they started wrestling abruptly. The performance was... very... Peculiar.
The two waved the carriage owner bye, as they decided to find some water and food in the nearby settlement.
Dusk had started to break. The silvery yellow pouring onto the horizon, a gentle warmth, whispering to one the veil of the night has been lifted.
"Aren't you worried about your admission interview, Maya?", Rundra asked like the worry warrent the big fluffy dog of a man was... But Maya sighed nonetheless. Her odds at bagging the admission scholarship wasn't looking good.
The Creed of Thought offered a sponsorship for all, a dorm to stay and sanctioned a amount of fixed credits every month for 8 months, for any new beginner student, whose synergy between their Soul Trait and Enlightenment spark was found to be of interest to the Creed... Ofcourse there were other perks too, but if Maya ever wanted to brood over anything, it was going to be over material gain...
"I will figure something out...", Maya looked down before looking back up at Rundra as they walked, "I bet you are going to be sailing smooth yourself! Mr. Indifferent Vigor?!"
Ofcourse Rundra was going to amaze his assigned interviewer simply because he had the soul trait, 'Vigor', and the enlightenment spark, 'path of indifference'... Maya wasn't too jealous but it would be a lie to say she wasn't...
Maya bumped into Rundra on purpose, pushing him with her shoulder, before running off. Rundra smiled before chasing after her... Maya wasn't going to be down no matter what circumstances she stumbled into... The very serpentine gremlin energy called greed made her never worry... Instead she always aimed to make the best of the situation... She was going to be fine. Well, fine enough after Rundra shows her that he's not be messed with! Rundra ran after Maya. As the small settlement drew closer.
The small agricultural settlement was serene, as the farmers worked the tea fields before the morning dew dried up. The clay huts that lined the steppe farms were small and ergonomic. With coconut leaves for its roof.
Maya and Rundra stepped in front of the sign that advertised a vendor's hut. The tall woman stepped out in a loose black blouse and a cotton skirt... Rundra blushed and turn away. Maya knew Rundra blush wasn't related to the stew simmering back in the vendor's hut...
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Rundra slinged his travelling sack on his back, they were stocked for all necessary resources for the days hitch hiking.
Maya cocooned out of the tall grass she was hidden by, gripping what seemed to be the deep purple of frost deadnettle vines... Rundra wasn't surprised at the development... Maya always made a point to forage any wild over growth if she was around.
"We aren't in the orphanage anymore Maya... Whom are you gonna trade that with? The warden who gave you a candy in exchange for the mint is all the way back from where we started!", Rundra teased Maya about her sweet tooth.
"Shut up Rundra! I am going to use the herb's scent... as a relaxant, okay? I should refine my soul form with the whispers of the void... I need to find an interesting synergy if I am to prepare for the scholarship interview", Maya said, easing her breath quickly, "the mint will help me align my neural signalling with void easier... You know about the torturous pace of my enlightenment spark is right? And the shaking of the many carriages we rode didn't help either"
"Ya, ya, lets get going then, the road is starting to get busy", Rundra said pointing to the traffic on the road, a day of hitch hiking awaited them.
"Lets go then", Maya's travelling sack was already hanging from her shoulder when she stepped ahead of Rundra.
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Maya quid chewed the mint alongside another dried herb from her travelling sash... The retronasal scent helped Maya focus on aligning her neural signalling with the void... She was refining her soul form, a practise Soul Spiritualist performed to refine their manifestation and unlock more synergies.
But the sudden halt of the carriage threw her off balance, she immediately gripped Rundra's shoulder who sat on the diagonal extreme in the small carriage.
The commotion on the road made itself heard, without needing any attention... A quarrel among the traffic on the path... Both sighed, the road seemed blocked for now so both got out from the carriage they were riding, curiosity calling them.
A surprisingly sharp looking man, no older than Rundra seemingly, but shorter than Rundra by about a head length and darker of skin, was quarreling with the owner of a fancy looking carriage... The man wore a white shirt and lilac trouser... and From the sound of the commotion, the man and the carriage owned were arguing over the fare for travel.
"look! I will pay you in Creed credits later, I promise, I am running short on coins right now! And we just have another half a day of travel!", the man argued.
"but I do not trade in Creed's credits young man! I am not from Yana to even use the currency you offer me", replied the carriage owner.
It was now clear that the man was a student at the Creed of Thoughts, Maya immediately smelled opportunity and knew she had to help the man.
Maya reached the scene of the argument, Rundra following just behind her, "Hey! We couldn't help but overhear the conversation", Maya spoke, Rundra wasn't sure what Maya had in mind. Maya turned to the man directly, "are you a student at the creed of thought? Mr..."
"you can drop the honorifics, my name is Mārtand", the Man replied, "Yes, I am a student at The Creed", Mārtand replied to Maya, turning over to meet the carriage owner, "I would also add that I am a distinguished scholar at the Creed too"
"but, young man, why would I care about your status within the creed? I am not going to accept a trade in Creed's credit", The owner replied.
"I can pay in coin on your behalf!", Maya offered to Mārtand, "I am Maya, I am a prospective Soul Spiritualist making me way to Yana, I can pay in coin now for you and you could pay back with Credit when we are in Yana!"
Rundra questioned if Maya had to coins to pay off the fancy looking carriage's fee, but he remained quite for now...
"done.", said Mārtand, "Yana's Market exchange should be currently valued at 2 credits for each 3 coins. I am short of 30 coins, so that will be 20 credits that I would owe you"
Randra could feel Maya gesturing to contribute to the exchange, he still wasn't sure what Maya had in mind but he followed suit. Both of them foraged their pockets to add up to the necessary amount of 30 coins.
"there!", Maya said as she handed over the coins to Mārtand, "how would I find you once I am in Yana? Mārtand?"
Mārtand revealed a black card from his pocket, "show this to any vendor in Yana, they will be atleast able to point you in the general direction of me... I will also be on the look out for a student names Maya if you aren't able to find me by tomorrow evening. All right?"
Maya took the unassuming black card, "all right!".
And with that, the journey continued as the traffic started moving again.
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Log 19: Colourful Drawings
Here's another drawing of Oedna. I was doing it from memory and kinda forgot about the pauldrons but I kinda like it without. I also did a little bit of colouring but that's mostly what the values would be, not the actual pallet. I also did more of another character, Leveret (same thing, pallets not accurate, it's more representative of value) Also, pretty proud of this: I did these all with pen/markers, no erasers here B)
K bye,
sadkarret
Absolutely rookie, free style...
was just feeling it so download a recorder and just vibed!!!
Its nothing brilliant but its mine
And yes, the ambience is real, I was in some hill, seated at a cliff side, landscape in my horizon...
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It gets good I swear, just a little warm up issue...
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Wave Riders!!!
This is a magic system I thought up today... It's a subset of many such, that I wish to explore in my current just conceptual world
tl;dr - Non Euclidian movement by being caught up in a current, like a wave of water, gust of wind or Seismic Vibrations
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The oceanic people used their surfboard to ride waves, and travel between island
They predict the waves and expertly maneuver them with intention. The experienced folk describe their craft not just as moving on the surface of water... Instead, they say it's as if their position on the surface of water beneath then has shifted...
Imagine standing still, and the oceans itself below your legs... moves!!! And these people have learnt to maneuver its distortions!
This analogy is purely mental... as for now that is.
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A key event happens in the story... After which, it is now possible for one's mental subjective simulations to leak into reality... But only when he truly believes in the idea, and has no contradictions within him for it.
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The newer generation of the oceanic people, hearing legends of such surfboard experts... Claim to have felt as if the wind also influences this movement... Like it's another factor that influences their position in these distorted waters...
Is it a placebo? Is it true but almost negligible? Is it confirmation bias? Or is it the small sample space? Or is this Cherry Picking Data? Hystaria?
Anyway, as the idea spreads and grows more stories, the idea taking root and form, it starts happening.
They slowly start experiencing the wind carry them, start maneuvering it, predicting it, even when not on the surface of water.
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At some point seismic vibrations too, and tapping of their feet also makes a vibration which they experience. Using it to run faster in large leaps, accelerate faster, turn sharper, dodge instantaneously.
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Adding more with the ocean theme, I can explore their surfboard being riddled with ocean parasites, barnacle layering could be then perceived as a symbol of acknowledgement or idk... Status and experience?
Shells, washed up minerals, opaque or transparent rocks, transparent rocks? What if they make makeshift glasses!!! if the lens have curvature, they might feel their field of view being stretched... Maybe start using them too? Alongside their strides... To leaps even longer?
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So ya, thats it, as for now, I haven't fleshed it out, cause I didnt have much ideas converging or overlapping...
Wave Riders!!!
I stan this idea very much
Warming. Contains info hazardous bias.
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The beast of instinct.
It is a class of design concepts in my delusion magic system, in the bronze age world. There have been a lot of these beasts in this time period, that's just an excuse to slowly introduce the concept and therefore slowly brainwash readers to like my ideas, the magic of Mystique...
tl;dr of the Delusion magic system is that all ideas in your head, that have no contradiction in your entire neural circuitry... Are made manifest. The only limit of abilities is that no one here can violate the conservation of information.
The beast of instinct serves as an equal to its opposite concept in the magic system, to the various demons of reason.
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When an intelligent creature is rid of delusion. It's inefficient neural pathways that sustain its own narrative is burned away... in order to perfect its sensory input to the motor reaction output loop...
That is the beast of instinct. A creature of pure emergent function of their respective chain of chemical reactions that sustain them. Just biology. Nothing 'alive' in it...
The beast of instinct is actually an evolution line from the 'artsy' type of poke- ahem... characters... Because all their senses converge into one level of Gestalt like act of observation...
They have reduced their craft to mere hardwired instinct. Art without interpretation. Art is in the interpretation, they cannot hold higher thought. There is no interpretation. Distilled objective sensory observation.
This act of observation and reaction loop causes neural synergy. Their movement becomes choreographed, a dance set on the rhythm of information continuity... a markov chain stitching its path only in eternal now
Think of it like your body moving in a deep flow state... You don't need to justify any action, there is no action, you just are... imagine how flight or flight works.
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Their nervous system become more hardwired, the input signal moves to the Permutations of nerve cells that lead to motor output. No lag, no higher processing that can take them out of their contradiction free observation of reality.
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What do they do!!!???
Well, I have some examples...
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There was a wild 'notorious' tiger that had perfected its art, the hunt.
THE SHADOW.
Its targets could never track it while simultaneously recognising the contours of its shape, 'camouflaged'. Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle flavoured.
Basically if you see it still? then it has already left the field of your active vision... And if it is tried to track? Its patterns become 'blurrier'
Scary camouflaged danger cat be real sneaky!
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Another is, hehe boi, this shit is why I do all these
THE DEAD MAN WALKING
A malevolent bag of matter and energy performing emergent behaviour.
It's a he... I am sorry... it is an unorthodox villain character so it's fine. He 'bad boy' hot!! ... Atleast ...
This being has burned away everything. All neural pathways that are deemed inefficient.
In transcendental rage... (revenge subplot but the spicier version, powerless human on a quest for revenge, and in his hit list are some protagonists... and he's Machiavellian but unga bunga version. Bronze age min maxed sweaty ape ass.) His body has burned everything away inside it that could stop itself anymore... it began with the symptoms of never stopping, even though he's clearly spent... and the ones on his hit list are sometimes delusion magic wielders... and his condition is kinda okay but still bad... even chemically resource starved sometimes...
Think of this man moving like a Fourier transform of the music this man runs on
Or better think of it like the collapsing wave function. Its curvature flowing, being dictated as observed by objective reality.
An animated squiggly line. Extrapolate that squiggly line to 3 dimensions and you can see my boi animate in every frame of the causal reality he observe... Its slow... It's only biological ofcourse... Give it some time... Speed up the animation frame rate to our scale bruh!
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Retrograde amnesia, Anterograde amnesia, aphantasia, there is simply nothing left in this man that can hold higher thought. Not even recognition of its own geodesical individuality. There is no separation of 'me' from the larger universe in him left.
It has all been burned away.
A martial indifference walking in perfected malevolent instinct.
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Much like Clive Wearing, a real dude! Look him up!
Music allowed Clive to stitch his distorted continuity for a suprising good length... Otherwise, he couldn't recall his memories and cannot make new memories... long term and short term memory loss.
That is because of the 'Musicality' of our systems, a very well oiled part of circuitry in your cranium, the thing that creates meaning from pattern-ed sequence of sound... is so connected with out voluntary motor functions that we can't help but vibe. Fact! the taping of your feet!? That vibe? Craving for Chris Christodoulo synthwave? it's hardcoded!!
And Clive was a brilliant musician!! so the music part of his neural circuitry was still going good!!
Continuity in motor function? Better sense continuity of reality! All because Music moves us... quite literally.
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Copy that shit one to one shamelessly, exaggerate, and slap it to the Dead Man Walking. Add some more too.
Aphantasia so he can't voluntarily simulate shapes in his prefrontal cortex.
Synesthesia because his reduced neural circuitry sustains the seamless sensory information convergence into a Musicality led rhythm. We all have it, it's just not required and therefore it's unique neural paths are not strengthened (unless you do have Synesthesia, in its numerous variations, my boi here has the complete one... Brain less fibry dense as normal? Remaining fibers circuitry are taken as new normal, strengthened and are then is more 'hardwired')
Since normal symbolic context driven language is not possible for its mind... Think of the music as a language his circuitry runs on... that labels all levels of raw sensory information in one neat, low mental level, yet surprisingly rational, compressed packet...
And this Musicality stitched rhythm is what keeps it in this continuity of the eternal now. A malevolent algorithm, an else-if ladder.
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Its shitty 'machete on a good stick' glaive is a sight to behold. Not for it's crude, flavorless... Yet surprisingly ergonomic?!... Makeshift design... That is... Only if your body has a similarly chiseled epigenetic expression to his...
Its path never meets resistance. Eviceration itself left behind its tail wind. Not because its blade end is impossibly sharp, or is a 1024 times folded katana... but because its path is never allowed to meet a material that could resist its cleave... (Maybe the blade end is a 'foraged' Damascus made, short fat, Ramdao... It is in fact from the harappa side of things)
Only after he has completely 'understands' what it is fighting... is. and 'is' as in objective reality... think of it like him starting from the 0 of understanding of hiss opponent's unique induviduality... all potential behaviour and bias in shape and permutation of material... It takes time... Maybe less every other opponent that makes him reach the weapon's full 100% smooth path...
The crude weapon's sheer girth is used to balance his borderline animated smooth wonky posture... Imagine he pushes the waxy stick blade first forward while in air... It's mass and acceleration pulling his surprisingly light body, for a surprising amount of centimetes in that direction... Oh and he's also is on a very strict... very Surprisingly varied, forager diet... Only take enough resources that are recognised to 'continue efficient function' type diet... Unga bunga variant.
Shit like this happens with many different weapon flavours since he gets bland fast...
His fighting style is anything that works as long as he is the one who survives in the end. Getting better and better to the point if there is even a fraction of a chance a human of his build and calibre can win... He wins and his opponent mostly dies... Getting more efficient with each iteration of causal action, that is the speed cap of his limit.
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The events that lead this man to this pokevolution are truly some edgy sad offscreen dark souls lore... and anime ass hell fights!
His art is the art of malevolent survival. Sad artist stuff I know...
He actually is made to go even lower from this state of being a beast of instinct... That's a secret for now!
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Wait a minute!
If a beast of instinct runs on a sense of self expression put in continuity of motion, in reaction to obervation of objective reality... Basically doing Art without interpretation...
Does that mean art is a true emergent behaviour of the universe? Not just something one does in their cranium... Not just in their subjective simulated reality in their prefrontal cortex...
Since the nature of the beast is reduced to mere biology functioning... And biology is already a true emergent property... Duh
So is art... Real?
I mean this in terms of functioning, labeled as art... And functioning is real...
That matters more to my narrative in retrospective... because I have a concept of 'true lies' somewhere in the story...
You should definitely check out Chainsaw man!!!!
And I have explored your idea but since my world is set in ancient times, at the dawn of civilization... Funky Beliefs and various common faiths are abundant!!!
(thats just an excuse to keep adding shit and make existing magic systems evolve (≧▽≦))
The modern mega-church-esque-power-withholding-govenment angle sounds really amazing!!! You can definitely also explore what happens to the scientific community that dismisses your perspective... Which can shatter/waver the belief of people just from acquiring the knowledge!!! They either start justifying and rationalising their beliefs (which strengthens the belief) or become faithless and the magic suddenly disappears!!!!
Or they can have even worse interpretations of the revelation which makes things even more complicated!!!! WTF even is quantum healing (≧▽≦) lets fucking do it!!! The government messing with the information, changing the parts that challenges there absolute authority and strengthening there own power with spreading things that favor them or justifies their views....!!!!
We can have quack doctors that somehow actually succeed, mad scientists with questionable moral alignment!!! What not!!!
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Wave Riders!!
I will be exploring the consequences of a magic system I previously posted.
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Summary of the said ability,
Short version, Non Euclidian movement by being caught up in a current, like a wave of water, gust of wind or Seismic Vibrations
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Long verison, Expert Surfers delude themselves into thinking that they don't move on the waves of the water... The surface beneath them itself distorts... Various cureent as if vibrations on still water... They merely predict and maneuver these distortions, choosing to ride the waves that would transport them as desired.
After a key event, Delusion starts leaking into reality, ONLY if the belief isn't contradicted within self...
Stuff happens
Younger generations assume the wind also does the same... And with this idea taking hold... It actually start happening so!!! They experience being moved by the wind itself!! Even on land!
Some even assume their own motion, that is walking or any movement, adds to these distortions... Until they learn to ride their own induced vibrations on the environment around them.
Like leaping further with seismic vibrations from their strides, or turning faster as they now maneuver a gust of wind.
Basically Non Euclidian movement.
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Consequences!
Recognising any type of vibration as a wave means the user is forced to maneuver it... Be it as simple as the rustling of leaves minutely changing...
If they fail to maneuver it, the wave 'splashes' over them... The area of the body that got 'splashed' fails to be recognised by the nervous system... Temporarily ofcourse!
The effect is like a local neural information packet loss... They lose sensation over that area. If the area is big enough... The user experiences motor function loss, like an induced phantom limb... The limb or patch of skin is still there... They just aren't in sync with the users locomotive functions. Causing dissonance.
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After a given time, could be second or minutes, the effected area's neural information 'snaps' back... giving a glitch like effect to the user.
Game idea!!!!!!
Minimalistic Endless runner!!
In a tunnel. Top down flat tilted perspective of 2D flat character as player. Walls are lined, rings as longitudinal, parallel lines on walls, coming outward from the center, Graph.
Drag to ratate your position in the circumference.
The obstacles are only coler coded against the otherwise paint white coloured, ash grey water color patches riddled, like a very coarse paper.
And then the music circle that the music videos have, a fixed ring that has the music amplitude effect. simbolying the mixing of rhythms. The music ring is also fixed on screen like the player.
The peaks are color coded when they reach a certain hight, need to dodge by dragging... They move along the surface of the graphed lined tunnel. Like the effect in those analysis signal synthwave videos.
Progressive difficulty is complex and fast rhythms indused in this generated music (dynamic music on a fixed basic rhythm that can be easily styliseable in different rhythms)
Level progression decides how quickly mechanics are introduced and speed is played with, giving a steady challenge rhythm for there mastry of mechanics.
Design aims to Essentially simulated Synesthesia as a mechanic in endless runner.
I can control the beat, twsit the whole grapic minimalist tunnel around, colors and music mark the obstacles, they drag and form patterns if the beat is extended
And groove
Agni!
I will be exploring the design of this character in this post!!
The title is just a place holder... for a fire elemental character I made, in my Delusion magic system world.
Simplification of the Magic system, all beliefs of a person that they hold absolutely no contradiction for, to that idea, in themself, is somehow made manifest in my bronze age based world!!! The only limit is they cannot break the law of conservation of information.
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Agni was one of the first to perfect his delusion.
His delusion? That fire is chaos...
These kinda ideas cannot really be contradicted cause chaos can mean whatever... A malleable abstract idea... Cause I don't think fire has an empirical information called chaos... So it's a delusional idea (chaos) being labeled in reality with the medium of a real thing (fire)...
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The back story for this delirius character is that he lost something or someone important to fire... And his life has been a constant struggle where he is working towards something, but always meets setbacks due to unforeseen factors which overwhelms him and/or induces PTSD for plot reasons...
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So, whenever his brain goes nuts, failing to create cohesive thoughts...
HE LEAKS PURE PLASMA.
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If Fire = chaos. Chaotic state of mind makes him see the world in a chaotic fashion, which means his simulation of the world in his prefrontal cortex will introduce the simulation of fire in this chaotic state... Delusion manifesting... Superimpose the mentally simulated fire onto the narrative! Fire!
Not all Delusion are manifested... Most people just experience extra sensory stuff... Or are skilled artisans with wisdom of first hand experience (experience in terms of mental circuitry, making the act instinctual)... You guys can see my first magic system in my profile for another example of a system of delusion magic...
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Going back to the state of his brain, specifically his current loss of cohesive thought...
This state can be caused by so many things... From Lack of necessary resources like sodium ions, to excessive blood loss, to just being, boring ol' reliable, shocked enough from confusion or concussion... To just analyze paralysis caused by being overwhelmed...
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In this state, if he's not knocked out cold...
He will leak FIRE!!!
From his epidemic lining....
Assume its like sweating but instead of sweat beads, it's tongues of outward slithering fire!!
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The energy has to come from somewhere... So for now lets go with the chemical energy stored in his body...
And its obviously also burns him... Hmm... Maybe the tongues of flame SURROUNDS him... rather than come directly from his skin... So its just heat at first that he generates and has to somehow tolerate...
But that also means he breaths in a lot of Carbon monoxide... Hmm... He just has to live with it I guess...
And he could probably choose where it leaks from? That would need some concentration... Hmm... Concentration while his minds all gone haywire?? Maybe could be related to mastery?
BUT MASTERY IS BORING AS FUCK
Maybe I could somehow teach him that fire is not an all consuming kind of chaos somehow... A punishment for his character arc going stagnant? Maybe with love?
Maybe show him the warmth fire brings?
Hell ya!
So he falls in love with someone who was received warmness by his flame rather than burn from it! Sounds fun!
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Anyway, since he now knows fire can also bring warmth, thats effectively unlocking passive healing and shit
HIS IDEA OF 'CHAOS' CHANGES!!!
Remember! Abstract ideas are infinitely Malleable!!!
Chaos doesn't just mean destruction and death... At the end of the day, it just an antonym for order! Rest is whatever bullshit you add to it...
Maybe his current understanding of the term 'chaos' can be something less painful and more as something that is now actively helping him grow internally...
This character is a sad forged in the flames of chaos type, a dude who has been through shit and you respect where he is now...
THE TRIGGER WONT CHANGE CAUSE HIS IDEA IS STILL FIRE IS CHAOS... ITS HIS LOSS OF COHESIVE THOUGHTS...
but maybe he can work around it... If he wants to achieve a lack of cohesive thought... (after obviously identifying and isolating this trigger first, that a epiphany he has in a cornered scenario... Throw in drama and up the stakes and begin the self talk to monologue sequence)
Maybe he just needs to somehow silence him own thoughts i guess...
NO THOUGHTS ALSO MEANS NO COHESIVE THOUGHTS!!! AM I RIGHT???
Hehe, So now bro can try calming down a little and keep his head all quiet... Then he can concentrate while still activating the trigger!!!
HE CAN NOW DIRECT THE TONGUES OF FLAME!!!
INSTEAD OF JUST LEAKING FIRE! BRO IS NOW CONTROLLING IT!!!
It starts out by him first making smalls gaps in the fire around him in key zones like his face and joints... And then slowly concentrate them to specific zones like just his fists... Training and rising that flow state up!
He can keep his thoughts cohersive and going when he doesn't need to release flames... Distracted, unga bunga vibing with the sunset, or just busy analysing his situation, and the terrain and factors, what armor the enemy is wearing, or, some shit... And when he wants to make contact... Still his mind... And Boom!!!
Fire!
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If I have to make a logic behind how the release can be concentrated to some body parts and not all... Let's go with nerve ending!!!
AREA OF BODY THAT HAVE A HIGHER SUPERFICIAL DENSITY OF NERVE ENDING CAN BE THE KEY!!!
Imagine the humunculus... Bigger exaggerated regions have higher nerve ending...
Maybe he can select a threshold by his concentration that says fire will leak from a set minimum value of nerve ending density areas only...
And then from there, its road to mastery of quantifying and dictating how much fire... At least to the point I can still portray the flame as a leak from his body, and not boring old creation of flames...
I am fine with this mastery... Doesn't sound boring... Maybe he's an older character already... with his history sprinkled here and there rather than showing his journey closely...
This makes the chemical potential energy in his body sustain longer since its kinda in his control when he wants the flame or not... It makes efficiency better too... Less energy being wasted...
And since he can also master the amount of energy to release...
HE CAN DICTATE HOW IMPACTFUL THE COMBUSTION SPARK IS!!! AKA, *DRUM ROLL* THE BOOM BOOM...
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Consider the fact that the tongue has amazing nerve ending superficial density...
BREATHING OUT FIRE?? HELL YA!!!
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If I had to explain the specific of why this shit happens... Maybe it has to do with the flying away of electrons in the air surrounding his skin... Causing instantaneous Plasma matter zones in air...
Like his body is doing something that makes his skin facilitate that... And the nerve endings on his skin manifest that outside his body...
I mean its about his thoughts right, thoght = brain activity = nerves are involved = chaos leaking from its ends on tbe skin...
Maybe the blood flow has been changed somehow, and in its perfect rhythm and ionic saturation.... creating a magnetic field and also ionising the air somehow?
To the point you can see flames rather than just heating air atleast... (Cute electric coil-esque hands sometime in the story?)
Idk bruh... it's Delusional magic.... I will have to break some constraints of our reality... Design liberty type stuff... To make the Delusion make sense I have to deploy some strategic ignorance...
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FLAME ELEMENTAL
AGNI!
Wave Riders!!
I will be exploring the consequences of a magic system I previously posted.
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Summary of the said ability,
Short version, Non Euclidian movement by being caught up in a current, like a wave of water, gust of wind or Seismic Vibrations
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Long verison, Expert Surfers delude themselves into thinking that they don't move on the waves of the water... The surface beneath them itself distorts... Various cureent as if vibrations on still water... They merely predict and maneuver these distortions, choosing to ride the waves that would transport them as desired.
After a key event, Delusion starts leaking into reality, ONLY if the belief isn't contradicted within self...
Stuff happens
Younger generations assume the wind also does the same... And with this idea taking hold... It actually start happening so!!! They experience being moved by the wind itself!! Even on land!
Some even assume their own motion, that is walking or any movement, adds to these distortions... Until they learn to ride their own induced vibrations on the environment around them.
Like leaping further with seismic vibrations from their strides, or turning faster as they now maneuver a gust of wind.
Basically Non Euclidian movement.
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Consequences!
Recognising any type of vibration as a wave means the user is forced to maneuver it... Be it as simple as the rustling of leaves minutely changing...
If they fail to maneuver it, the wave 'splashes' over them... The area of the body that got 'splashed' fails to be recognised by the nervous system... Temporarily ofcourse!
The effect is like a local neural information packet loss... They lose sensation over that area. If the area is big enough... The user experiences motor function loss, like an induced phantom limb... The limb or patch of skin is still there... They just aren't in sync with the users locomotive functions. Causing dissonance.
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After a given time, could be second or minutes, the effected area's neural information 'snaps' back... giving a glitch like effect to the user.
The evil Fluffy attacked others and consumed them
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