Tale as Old As Time [Finished]

[yamikuronue]

"I shall try."

The approach is odd -- instead of travelling to try and find her, pulling him onto the astral plane fully, he instead seems to stay put and blindly grope with his sense as if he were reaching an arm into a dark bag. He finds the thread fairly quickly, but to trace it, he reaches outward, keeping the bulk of his power and consciousness together inside his head. It's much safer than plunging headlong down the thread, but it'll limit his range heavily. If his power was a ball of silly putty, he's formed it into a shape like a fried egg, then stretched the "whites" without touching the yolk bit.

[accalia]

It doesn't take him long to find Sidhe, She's the most "real" thing anywhere nearby and a tiny tendril of her was resting right next to his "head". She is a rather compact entity, much denser than anything around her, the sort of density that would make it hard, or impossible, to pass through her, unlike most other things in the astral plane.

Siegfried could also see that she is entirely in the astral plane, the only connection outside of the plane that the entity that is Sidhe has was to Siegfried himself.

[yamikuronue]

He probes about her a moment, then puts down the phone, keeping his eyes closed.

~Is that how it is?~ he queries, the vagueness in his phrasing due to difficulty focusing without a mental image to project into.

[accalia]

Sidhe: Very good for a first time. It's much harder to work this way, but much safer. Now that you are here, what can you tell me about what you sense?

[yamikuronue]

~You are... not real?~ he asks, clumsily fumbling to put what he's sensing into words. ~Not human? Not alive?~

[accalia]

Sidhe: Not real? am I a figment of your imagination then? Not human? maybe... I think I'm human and isn't that enough? Not alive? What is alive?

The words are soft gentle, questioning rather than rebuking.

[yamikuronue]

A feeling of frustration. ~I don't know what I'm sensing. You are not like me in some fundamental way. Not like Lance or Rosanna.~

[accalia]

Sidhe: Not anymore.... no.... But once, long long ago? I think I was.

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried turns this information over in his mind. ~You are... dead. A ghost. That feels... close. You... have no body? Is that what's missing?~

[accalia]

Sidhe: I'm not a fan of that word personally. As far as I can tell i'm as alive as you are. Still, it's not exactly wrong either.

[yamikuronue]

~Alive is a property of bodies, I feel, not minds. Your mind is... as thriving as any.~

[accalia]

Sidhe: A difference in terms then. I'll grant you that interpretation. What else can you sense around us then? is that all?

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried probes a little. Interestingly, instead of branching out from her location, he sort of... relaxes, widening his field of view (so to speak) to see if he can sense any other disturbances nearby.

[accalia]

There's nothing of note around at the moment, although the feel of the area shows that this bit is analagous to the manor and the grounds around it. Interestingly while Siegfried can get a sense of the others Echo appears to be missing entirely from the Astral.

[yamikuronue]

~There's Lance, that dark ball of rage and pain thereabouts... that must be Obsidian, near him... Rosanna's cleaning the bathroom, she always hums when she cleans... that's a female, must be Julie, so... where is Echo?~