[member="Chip"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]
(OOC: apologies for the rambling, but I have to imagine the weird things happening look extra weird to someone looking through the lens of the force.)
Going? As in...leaving? Before he could inquire further, it came from the light. The sighted would a see a silhouette, but the blind would see...someone, or thing, handing the man a strange gem. Several tendrils. And, an aura with multiple colors, like some sort of soft-serve machine of spectral entities blended together, and then nothing as the man talked.
In the briefest flash, it was not light, but a thing. A living, moving thing that had just handed this strange man a crystal. No, a case of crystals. A case of crystals, made of a crystal of another shape, but not the same shape. He was certain the thing spun as it opened, then closed a different way, as if molting it's original layer of glass for a new--oh, that was it. He smirked. It was a case, everyone was looking at it like it a case, and opening it like was a case, but it also was an entirely different thing in the perception of the Force. He then looked inside the proverbial thing. And the literal one. The case--at least the inside bit--wasn't there, it was some where else, maybe even somewhen else, but deifnitely not where it was supposed to be. But the air was different inside the case as it was outside the case, despite the case coming from here, the inside of it and the outside of it were in different places for different reasons. Why? How? Vorhi wished he could blink in confusion. He smiled, looking at the stone inside the space inside the case that looked like they weren't there because they're not. He'd heard rumors the Aing-tii could move a thing from one place to another without going anywhere in-between, like hyperspace, but not. He chuckle as the "case" flickered into a shape not entirely like a cup of tea dancing with a vividly-color mynock, according to his mind's eye. An optical illusion for men without eyes.
He put his hand in what he thought was an opening, and felt something hard, visibly fumbling with the lid of the case twice before he got it, although it would look to others as if he was twisting his wrist at a rather strange angel as e did so, retrieving a small green gem, the size of a man's pinky, and blue ring large enough to be worn around the waist tightly or the neck loosely. He nodded. "I think these will both suffice," he said as he put the hoop around his neck, letting it hang like a hoop of somewhat wobbly glass. He place the green gem in place of one of the ornamental stone sockets on his gloves.
He looked to the others. "Follow your instincts when grasping them. These gifts will speak to us, as much as we to them. Or, maybe I'm wrong. I do tend to have strange gut feelings, after all...." he said with a slight laugh. "...how much of that is the liquor talking, I wonder?" He thumped his gourd. It was hard to tell if he was joking, genuinely crazy, or just screwing with everyone.
