Post MoM AU, general post

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And then one day, it was over.

The memory of how it happened was hazy. Perhaps it was as simple as being ported out, perhaps there was a great experiment, bringing together physicists, chemists, alchemists and scientists to get something WORKING. But like the memories of that time, that other dimension, singular events come and go, like a dream, or an age past.

From the very start, however, there were changes.

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He isn't sure what he'll do if it doesn't work. The idea weighs heavy in the peripheries. Feign some fussing with a pressure point, perhaps. He'll deal with it when it comes.

But when he gts that hesitant, unsure answer, his palm drops that slight distance, covering Gregor's much slighter hand. He doesn't even need to concentrate, it's reflexive. As simple as tying a knot.

The link, days new, is silenced abruptly with that touch.

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But it does work. It's like a light winking out, a signal going cold. Gregor stares in shock, skitters his hand away for a moment to test, and then quickly returns it, forgetting his self-consciousness in the blind desire to not be in pain anymore.

"How?" he breathes, wondering just what is going on. It seems completely plausible that Aral has all the answers. He always does. Of course he would, too, about insane things like this. "How is this-- How did you know touching me would work? It didn't do anything for anyone else. And why would it?"

He'd know. He's had a dozen different medical professionals looking him over and a variety of Armsmen carrying him and bringing him food by now.

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In that tumble of questions, Aral... quietly picked through his answers. He'd hoped that if this ability were to manifest, it would do it with Gregor's memories and Gregor's age. But, luck wasn't something that favored either Gregor or himself.

That left him with.. how much... and how. In between how to teach him how to shield himself and how - good God, he needs to know about his oath abilities immediately as well. That could be a disaster.

He rubs his face with his free hand (the other rested steadily against Gregor's).

"Some years back, I visited a very unusual locale, and discovered a ... set of abilities. One of them is stopping the innate skills of others, like this. It only works with touch." .. The truth, or at least, a pared down version of the truth, he decided, abruptly. Gregor's expression was just... earnestly trusting. He couldn't do anything less. "... There is much to discuss, most must remain a secret. All of it will seem fantastic."