All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash.
Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier
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January 16, 2869
"Is that all?"
Osiris didn't even bother looking up from his datapad. "Perhaps. I must check the archives for one last text. Stay here."
Azra pressed her lips into a thin line but made no vocal objections. Osiris walked off, muttering to himself. His Ghost spared Azra a last look as the pair disappeared through the door.
Azra heaved a sigh and leaned back against the wall. Her fingers tapped restlessly on the examination table while she tried to quell the anxiety that simmered in her stomach. She felt practically naked without her cloak, armor, and weaponry. Logically she knew that Osiris meant well, but the spotlight of the Warlock's focus only made her more uneasy. "Why did I agree to do this?" She murmured.
Spark hovered low over her shoulder. He'd been as much of a focus of Osiris' study as Azra had. "Natasa is very persistent. And you were curious too, admit it."
"This has gone beyond basic curiosity," she replied. Her eyes scanned the room for the hundredth time, taking in the exits (two doors and a window), the equipment, the pristine floors.
... And the scorch marks she'd left on the pristine floors. Azra felt a sense of petty satisfaction at her minor destruction. That'd teach him to think twice before trapping Hunters inside all day doing 'science'.
Well, probably it wouldn't. Azra would be surprised if those scorch marks weren't thoroughly studied after she left. And 'trapped' wasn't the right word. She had agreed to this. Spark was right about her being curious. For all it felt right to her, the Arcstriding wasn't a normal, thing.
"Speaking of curiosity..." she muttered. The indistinct murmur of voices floated through the open doorway to Osiris' study.
Spark didn't need to be asked twice. He floated on silent lifters towards the door, disappearing from realspace as he got close.
Talking with Spark in her head was Azra's newest trick, and one that she hadn't mastered yet. Her face scrunched up as she focused her thoughts. Are they talking about me?
Yes, Spark thought back.
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O: It just doesn't make any sense, Sagira.
S: Isn't it possible she just has a different way of looking at things? She did teach herself how to use the Light before she got to the City.
O: No, no, that's not how it works. Plenty of Guardians have spent much longer alone before coming to the City, and they all adhered to the basic class/subclass models of their time.
S: Maybe she's just weird. Or maybe her Ghost hasn't updated his database for a century and a half.
O: The Light itself has changed. Even Hunters who were once Arcstriders took up Bladedancing. All of them, almost a hundred and thirty years ago. It changed for every Guardian, the same way, over the course of a few years. But it's almost like she completely ignores all of that.
S: I still don't see why this is such a big deal.
O: Even if someone were transported here from two centuries ago, they should be a Bladedancer now, not an Arcstrider.
S: I thought we disproved the time travel theory, anyway.
O: It's almost as if her Light is ignoring causality completely! Guardians are paracausal, not acausal. We bend the rules, but they still apply to us.
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