Oh!
[Jokes. Right, yes, of course. Cole nods to himself slightly, as if committing the joke to memory. Which... he is, actually. Because if he can't get them instantly, maybe he can just... memorize every joke? That could work, right?]
But he's not awake yet. So I think you should probably keep going. [...] ...Oh, no, was that another one?
I'll get it one day.
[Jokes. Right, yes, of course. Cole nods to himself slightly, as if committing the joke to memory. Which... he is, actually. Because if he can't get them instantly, maybe he can just... memorize every joke? That could work, right?]
But he's not awake yet. So I think you should probably keep going. [...] ...Oh, no, was that another one?
I'll get it one day.
Reinhardt hears the sounds of Sen's struggling breath. He plants himself before the elf. He's not letting that monster have another taste. Even if it costs Reinhardt his life, he's not going to lose. Not one more person. Not one! "Don't worry about me. You do something about that arm! I won't let it get past me." He had felt that small hand on his back and he's not really know how to handle being touched with magic, but he'll accept it.
"Now just you. Take care of you. If you bleed out out here, I'll never forgive you." He doesn't really mean that. He's forgiven everyone who's ever wronged him. He would forgive Sen too, because that's all he could do. "You hear me, Sen. You heal yourself. I've got this."
It's not going to be pretty. He doesn't have his weapons. He doesn't have his armor. He has himself and he has someone he would die to protect. That's all he needs. He's just going to charge the beast, try to use his sheer size and strength against it. He's going to need whatever protection that magic offers him because he's going to break the thing with his hands.
"Now just you. Take care of you. If you bleed out out here, I'll never forgive you." He doesn't really mean that. He's forgiven everyone who's ever wronged him. He would forgive Sen too, because that's all he could do. "You hear me, Sen. You heal yourself. I've got this."
It's not going to be pretty. He doesn't have his weapons. He doesn't have his armor. He has himself and he has someone he would die to protect. That's all he needs. He's just going to charge the beast, try to use his sheer size and strength against it. He's going to need whatever protection that magic offers him because he's going to break the thing with his hands.
| | I would say that I was. It was something of a dream of mine since I was young. [The origins of that dream, though, she won't say.] So the Fade is the source of magic? Parallel to your world but separate from it? It sounds similar to what we know as leylines. What is the difference, then, between a spirit or a demon? Is it just a question of one is malicious and one is not? |
Do you think?
[Jokes are hard! People make them seem so simple, but they're so complicated.]
Maybe I'll finally be able to tell one eventually. [Eventually, because he knows he's not even close yet.] When I understand them better.
[Jokes are hard! People make them seem so simple, but they're so complicated.]
Maybe I'll finally be able to tell one eventually. [Eventually, because he knows he's not even close yet.] When I understand them better.
That's much appreciated.
[ Even here, on a new world, the Conclave's shadow can cast a pall over matters, and Vex's flat look twists into a grimace. It is a simple enough question, innocently asked. She has no reason not to explain, beyond her general dislike for the subjects at hand. ]
Certain colours have affinities for different elements, but I'm uncertain how much else is alike. We have both dragons of the chromatic and the metallic variety, and I assure you, the former are the truly evil ones. No victory is ever assured against a dragon, and we've come close to death against them more times than I'd like to think.
[for a moment, the sight of Allura's tower crumbling, of the green dragon's maw spilling forth poisons that slew hundreds in moments. Of the damage done by the black dragon in more territory than one. Sen, behind her, can likely feel the shudder run through her frame]
We've tried to become powerful. Frankly, I think we've simply been very, very lucky so far.
[ Even here, on a new world, the Conclave's shadow can cast a pall over matters, and Vex's flat look twists into a grimace. It is a simple enough question, innocently asked. She has no reason not to explain, beyond her general dislike for the subjects at hand. ]
Certain colours have affinities for different elements, but I'm uncertain how much else is alike. We have both dragons of the chromatic and the metallic variety, and I assure you, the former are the truly evil ones. No victory is ever assured against a dragon, and we've come close to death against them more times than I'd like to think.
[for a moment, the sight of Allura's tower crumbling, of the green dragon's maw spilling forth poisons that slew hundreds in moments. Of the damage done by the black dragon in more territory than one. Sen, behind her, can likely feel the shudder run through her frame]
We've tried to become powerful. Frankly, I think we've simply been very, very lucky so far.
[ Taryon smiles indulgently as he watches him, quite forgetting that he can only maintain the concentration for this spell for another ten minutes. He's glad the young man is enjoying himself, even if it means he's not quite staying on task.
But what Sen says next startles him so much he almost forgets to keep the spell going. ]
You know Lady Vex'ahlia?
But what Sen says next startles him so much he almost forgets to keep the spell going. ]
You know Lady Vex'ahlia?
Reinhardt has a single minded focus. Nothing else matters to him but stopping that monster. He won't let it get to Sen again. He refuses. His body doesn't matter. He's survived worse than some beast in the jungle. He is so focused, he only vaguely is aware of Sen casting behind him. It's only when he feels something that reminds him of a warm blanket wrapping around him does he know that the elf is giving him protection. Shielding the shield.
He's grateful for it. Later, he'll have to thank Sen, but right now, he has a job to do. Those heavy fists and large muscles against the bulk and ferociousness of some beast he's never seen before. It's been ages since he's killed something with his bare hands, but if he has to choose between that and Sen's life, then his answer is clear. He just hopes that Sen will be able to look at him the same way after he sees just how bloodthirsty and brutal he can be when put in a corner, falling back on over three decades of fighting to pummel and break the beast who had dared to hurt his friend.
He's grateful for it. Later, he'll have to thank Sen, but right now, he has a job to do. Those heavy fists and large muscles against the bulk and ferociousness of some beast he's never seen before. It's been ages since he's killed something with his bare hands, but if he has to choose between that and Sen's life, then his answer is clear. He just hopes that Sen will be able to look at him the same way after he sees just how bloodthirsty and brutal he can be when put in a corner, falling back on over three decades of fighting to pummel and break the beast who had dared to hurt his friend.
The Fade is never gone. Not as long as mortals still dream. [And as long as Justice is here. He doesn't know what would happen to him if the Fade was destroyed, but he's not sure he would even survive. He doesn't think there would be any magic left in the world, either. He can't imagine a world without the Fade's influence.]
Further away, perhaps, but not gone. I hear it sing in your hand.
Further away, perhaps, but not gone. I hear it sing in your hand.
Blood drips off Reinhardt. It splattered up his arms, staining his sleeved and into the white of his beard. At the moment, he look more like a barbarian coming out of a Rage than a knight. His breath is coming hard and he looks like he would be more than willing to pound the monster into utter mush.
However, that delicate hand on his shoulder keeps him from it. Instead, he turns that single eye to Sen. His eyes go to the wound and then back to Sen. Whatever doubt had touched his heart was gone. Still, he sounds so tired when he speaks. "No. Thank you. For your magic." He reaches up to wipe some of that blood off his face. "We need to go though. More will come, lured by the smell. And you need to see a healer." Mostly, it's because he wants to get out of this terrible place.
However, that delicate hand on his shoulder keeps him from it. Instead, he turns that single eye to Sen. His eyes go to the wound and then back to Sen. Whatever doubt had touched his heart was gone. Still, he sounds so tired when he speaks. "No. Thank you. For your magic." He reaches up to wipe some of that blood off his face. "We need to go though. More will come, lured by the smell. And you need to see a healer." Mostly, it's because he wants to get out of this terrible place.


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