Been a bit quiet lately...

[xp_daytripper]

There was a reason for that. Basically had a couple of things happen that pretty much turned everything upside down for me. But I've been working stuff out and I figure it's time to actually share with the whole class. Paranoia can only get you so far.

Last year, before I left for New Orleans, I had Tante take away my ability to do magic. Not the mutation - no-one can do that - but that's always been separate from the actual spell casting. The fuel, so to speak. Tante cut the connection between the two, so even when my mutation rebooted itself after various things, I still couldn't do magic. Something I was fine with.

Notice a lot of past tense here.

A couple of weeks ago, on the anniversary of my friend Charlie's suicide, actually, something happened. I didn't realise at the time what it was since I was out of it for a good thirty hours and woke up not remembering a thing. Turns out that bog witches are sneaky and Tante's spell had a loophole. As long as I was the person I was, I couldn't do magic. Apparently I'm not that person any more. And the person I am now... well, apparently the magic isn't something I can just dump out of my life, any more than any of us can dump our mutant powers.

I've been spending the last couple of weeks trying to figure out just what it is I can do now. Tante says the magic has changed to reflect the person I am now, which means pretty much nothing I used to do works the way I'm used to. Or at all, in some cases - I tried floating a pencil but that spell's gone the way of the dodo. So I'm having to re-learn everything, start from scratch.

I know I hurt a lot of people last year with the magic and what I did to try and control it, and I'm sorry for that. I can't take that back. But I can promise you all that girl is gone - hell, I've got literal proof of that. And you've got Tante's guarantee that if I go off the rails like that again... well, there won't be another chance.

Now, to go back to these notes of mine and see if I can't turn off this bloody werelight.

Comments

[x-blink.livejournal.com]

honestly, you without magic is just WEIRD. so, I'm glad it's back, at least a little. and I'm glad it's back without all the other baggage you had. let's stay baggage-less though :)

[xp_daytripper]

See, this is where you lot are completely balmy. Even after everything I did last year, you're still happy for me to have the same ability back. Barking, the lot of you.

*grins* I think that's why I love you all so much.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose that does make some sense. Good to see you back in the saddle again, so to speak. I know what it's like to have what makes you special taken away, so believe me - I understand the relief in getting it back.

[xp_daytripper]

Relief? Try 'sheer bloody annoyance and terror' as my first reaction. I was happy having it gone.

But, you were right, what you said at the office. It is a part of me, part of what makes me me, and I might as well get used to it. Which is what the quiet time was about - getting my own head around the idea before springing it all on you.

[x-scarletwitch.livejournal.com]

I'm glad everything turned out well. Tell me turning off the werelight has been successful? While you were gone, he kept trying to use my hair as a nest.

Very disturbing, actually.

[xp_daytripper]

Not so much. I try and keep him locked up, but he doesn't appreciate it and tends to make a nuisance of himself when I let him out. There's something crucial I'm missing here - Tante would say it's staring me in the face. I wish I had some of the notes Charlie made on my power. Too late, tho' - I think his mother trashed his computer.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Would George like to come visit me and help me remove wallpaper from my bathroom? And by 'help' I mean buzz about my head so that he is not buzzing about yours while you are working?

[xp_daytripper]

Anything to keep him out of Wanda's hair. And I do mean that literally - we're trying to catalogue some of the Weird Occult Shite Library and he's driving us both balmy. Just let me know if he's getting to be a nuisance and I'll put him in a jar or something...

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

As long as he does not try to strobe and make my apartment into a disco, I think I will be fine. At the least, I will summon up Blinky and they can go play.

[xp_daytripper]

Our lives are deeply weird, you know that, right?

Thanks, mate. Helps a lot.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

There's a Strong Bad joke to be made somewhere in the mental image of George strobing your apartment like a disco.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

"We got your powers back to do good and save the world, not to have your little glowy-ball raves!"

[x-aerial.livejournal.com]

What does your mutation have to do with magic? Please keep in mind that I currently have no idea what your abilities are, other than the fact that they seem to have something to do with magic.

What is a werelight?

[xp_daytripper]

Ah, the fun question. *grins* Everyone who's already heard it, flee now.

Basically my mutant power makes me a sort of battery. I absorb energy and rechannel it. For the longest time, the only way I could release that energy was to use it to do something else - cast spells. Levitation, teleporting small objects, healing, that sort of thing. In the last four or so months, without the magic, I've learned to bleed off energy by myself, without doing anything with it.

Now the magic's back. It's a bit hard to explain without going into the gory details of my history, but basically I'm a witch (and hey, present tense!). I was, by all accounts, born to be one. Plans went kind of awry when I was taken away from my birth family - the man who took me used me as a power source and taught me magic to bring my mutation on more. So yeah, witch. Not that I can do much these days since I have to learn all over again, but magic is real and that's what I do with the energy my mutant power gives me.

As for werelights... it's the first spell I ever cast and apparently some things don't change. Mine's a little glowy ball of light that follows me around. 'S called George since when you're five you give everything a name. He used to be green but now he looks like something you'd see down at Times Square, with all the neon...