<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ELh6kfQ.jpg)</div>Let It Out (uncover the essential truth of a thing or person in your presence)<br/>7-9 is a hit. I mark 1 Corruption. MC tells me how the ability is costly, limited, or unstable<br/>Danielle's Let It Out. Dannielle does a Soul Gaze (ala Dresden Files) into the Archivist. You will see their true nature, but they see yours.<br/><br/>Due to the Soul Gaze, Dannielle and Ryan have shared a moment of extreme intimacy,<br/>Oracle: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you gain a specific and clear vision of that person's future. Mark corruption to ask the MC up to two follow-up questions; they must answer honestly.<br/>Wizard: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional— with another person, decide if you care about them. If you do, you form a sympathetic connection;<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Danielle's gift was powerful, even more so when she let it all out. However, her powers did not manifest the same way on every evocation. She might get glimpses of what was or what would be. Her glimpses could be sight, sound, smell, emotions, or thoughts. In this particular case, Danielle got one of the more dangerous manifestations of her gift - the soul gaze; she gazed into the true nature of the Archivist, Ryan, as they gazed into her soul.<br/><br/>The gaze stripped away any thought that this person was a young apprentice or a scholar. Ryan - they would never again be the Archivist to Danielle - was a person of layers and complexities - like a Russian Matryoshka Doll, or perhaps a tree, where each layer grows upon the next.<br/><br/>The first layer was the young barista, eager to please. Under that was the Mad Scientist(half researcher, half artificer). The fruits of this shell lay around Danielle. Ancient and arcane tomes, modern engineering manuals, and engineering logs supported the results of various experiments and projects. However, this was merely the surface, Ryan's face to the world.<br/><br/>Below that was the parent. Danielle saw a hippie commune; Ryan was leaving with a baby girl cradled in their arms. It was less a vision and more a sense of emotions. The proud parent watched the girl grow up, get married, and have a child, only to be pulled back into their life when her husband was killed. Only to watch the cycle be repeated when the child grew up, married, had a child, and watched her husband gunned down in a random act of gang violence.<br/><br/>The next layer was an event, obviously a pivotal event. In retrospect, Ryan feels deep anguish and remorse, although he felt a sense of accomplishment at the time. It was a small village in a jungle; several villagers were out tending the fields. Ryan spoke into a radio. Its bulky design placed it sometime in the 1950s or 60s.<strong>"Pathfinder One to Dragon Fire, confirming on-target"</strong>to Dannielle, it seemed like moments later, although it was probably minutes in real-time, a series of objects began tumbling from the skies. The objects burst apart and into flames, raining fire down on the village and the villagers. However, it was no ordinary fire as it clung to everyone and everything. A few figures burst from the buildings, screaming and engulfed in flames.<br/><br/><strong>"Our target waits for us - SS-Oberfuhrer Bruno Fendler in the employ of the NVA, by way of the French Foreign Legion, and the 1st SS Division. I know not when he was turned, but we hunted each other throughout Europe in World War Two."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"What, what about the villagers."</strong>a voice asked.<br/><br/>Ryan chuckled,<strong>"What do you Americans call it? Collateral Damage? Bruno was sure that we would not bomb a village and that the entrenched NVA company would hold off any assault long enough for reinforcements or him to escape."</strong>Ryan smiled,<strong>"the Oberfuhrer taught me well."</strong><br/><br/>The next layer was love lost; Ryan held a woman close and whispered,<strong>"I love you."</strong>only to have her reply,<strong>"You silly boy, I only love women. You are a mask for me. I'm doubly cursed, a woman in a society that treats us as second-class citizens and a woman who loves only other women."</strong><br/><br/>Then another layer, a flash of a memory. A door shattered by a person or perhaps a creature with supernatural strength. A man falls from the creature's attack. Suddenly the power welled up in Ryan, a blast of arcane energies; the creature screamed in pain and fury as the energy burned him.<br/><br/>Ryan the student, it is a prestigious boarding school. A snippet of conversation,<strong>"He won't fit in well here. He's not our kind."</strong>and a second voice chuckles.<strong>"But he is my kind in both senses. he has the talent, and he is already feral from living on the streets. The other students disdain, and your training will refine and crude magical limb into a powerful Wizard's staff."</strong><br/><br/>The first voice commented<strong>"And it's a bonus that he's just your type - young and looks like a girl."</strong>the second voice chuckled.<br/><br/>The Urchin, it was Ryan's life - hide, steal, eat, sleep. Every hand was raised against him, the coppers, the shopkeepers, the other urchins. Then there was him. Ryan had tried to pick his pocket, but the man had seen him coming. Ryan ran, but the dark figure had some way of tracking Ryan. The chase spaned most of the docks, until the figure caught Ryan.<br/><br/>Dannielle finally gets to the core; it's a short memory, the earliest Ryan remembered. There is a slap, and a voice commented,<strong>"It's no child of mine. I'd no birth something like that. It may have the bits of a male, but it's got a woman's build. You must have been cheating on me."</strong>