[open-ish] hard to be soft, tough to be tender

[scowlish]

Who: Onni Hotakainen and whoever
What: a catch-all
When: Oct-Nov
Where: Wherever!

A catch-all for various random Onni interactions through October and November. Shoot me a message if you want to plot something.

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[scowlish]

[As annoyed as Carlisle seems to be, it's somewhat gratifying to hear that he's giving Onni a little credit, at least. Crossing his arms, he leans against the wall and raises a brow at Carlisle.]

Mm, you have it a bit wrong. Cole is the spirit, he provides the energy, in particular the type of energy that can be used to heal, perhaps to stave off evil or soothe the mind as well. He can't use it as he is now. So I call upon him and use his power to do the healing. At home, I called upon Mielikki, the goddess of the forest, hunting, and healing. Cole serves the same purpose, as a spirit.

[For a moment, he pauses, eyes on Carlisle, to see if he's following.]

So you could say that I'm the healer, I suppose, since I'm the one directing the energy and using it to perform the spell. But neither Cole nor I could do it alone.

[A slight shift, and he tilts his head.]

And I do take pride in my work.

[A beat.]

What's cisth?

[abheirrant]

[Onni starts explaining, and while Carlisle is listening, he doesn't hear anything he finds terribly promising regarding, Onni, Cole, and whether or not their conjoined healing will be useful in an actual emergency. The fact it takes both of them to make it work somewhat undermines Onni's usefulness as a healer, and what good is Cole if he only provides the energy, but none of the actual work? And what happens if one of them is the injured party? Or unconscious? What good is a healer who cannot heal themselves?

Carlisle does, however, have the sense to keep that to himself for a change, as he gets the feeling they're just going to argue in circles over semantics when they are likely talking about two different kinds of healing, and he's already been in one verbal spat over whether or not a god trapped in Anchor is much of one at all.

Besides that, Onni doesn't give him time to argue before moving onto the next question.]

A colloquialism. Not an insult so much as a polite expression of aggravation, though why it doesn't seem to translate like the rest of the tongues spoken here is beyond me.

[scowlish]

[Honestly, Onni isn't entirely comfortable with the situation either, for most of the same reasons. He would rather connect with his own gods, but that's not an option. And this, at least, is better than nothing. At least, if nothing else, he's getting a feeling for some of the spirits and deities in this place, and he thinks that, perhaps, he might have some better options. Hopefully.]

Ah. There are some words, I think, that just can't be translated properly. I've run into a few Finnish words like that.

[A little shrug, and he glances around for a moment before shrugging, and asking what's on his mind because he's interested.]

Do you use runes for your magic?

[abheirrant]

Not ones like these — [he indicates the ones on the papers he'd brought by patting the badger-skin bag that hangs at his side] — and only for glyphcrafting. I don't use runes at all in my work. Anything beyond basic healing is far too temperamental to be dictated with sigils and runes. You might end up melding bones together that ought not be, or rebuilding an organ completely wrong.

[He shudders at the very thought, and is thankful he's never had a healing mishap as bad as either of those examples.]