All right, look. We'll only wind up cutting the legs out from each other if we're not in accord about this, so let's at least get one thing straight between us. Harrow leaves. Whatever the two of us have to do to ensure it. Aye?
[she backs off, but only a little. her face paint is smudged, and her glasses have slipped down her nose, and for a moment, she looks tired. she looks young, like he'd said she is. just for a moment.]
... Aye. [she'll give him that much. whatever else happens, harrow makes it out. she can at the very least agree with that.] Don't get it twisted, old man, I already died for her once. I've got you beat.
[Something about what she says gets a half-laugh out of him, dry and somewhat humorless. Probably it's the "old man" bit; either way, he raises two fingers and flashes them at her before folding his arms across his chest again.]
How did you manage that? Something to do with her necromancy, mayhap?
[wow!! she's pretty quick normally, but she's not expecting this in the least. he can have her glasses, even as she tries to snatch them back. congratulations they're dave strider chic.
she just sulks, her amber-yellow eyes obnoxiously bright. but she'll explain.]
... Yeah. She's missing a bunch of shit, actually. Like she got pulled earlier.
[she makes the most nyeh face in the world, but doesn't make any move to take the glasses back. thancred has been awarded the honor, for now.]
Okay, you keep hitting me with the similarities and I'm going to think I grow up to be you. [she jokes, stretching. she wants this tension out of her spine.]
How'd you get five - did you say summers? It's years, you Noniad reject. [you cannot dunk on thancred using equally as fake terminology, gideon.] How'd you get five years out of sync?
[she seems a little surprised, maybe, to hear him talk about necromancy like that. she's not like harrow, it's not her lifeblood, but it is part of her life. sustain is a much more positive word than she's heard.]
Necromancy's really all there is. [if there ever was something else, it's long dead by now.] It can do both. Why?
[she goes to flop back down on the bed. she's at least going to stretch while she talks.]
Bit like swordfighting. You've got the same thing in your hand, technically, you've got a huge stick of metal, right? But the way you swing it makes it do different things. It's everything from bone magic to dating things through thanalergic structure blah blah blah nerds and scholars.
The spooky shit's the stuff like soul siphoning. I don't recommend it. Sucks total ass and hurts like a kick to your funny bone, if your funny bone was your brain stem and the kick was a knife.
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I make a deal.
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[He sighs, and scrubs a hand over his face.]
All right, look. We'll only wind up cutting the legs out from each other if we're not in accord about this, so let's at least get one thing straight between us. Harrow leaves. Whatever the two of us have to do to ensure it. Aye?
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... Aye. [she'll give him that much. whatever else happens, harrow makes it out. she can at the very least agree with that.] Don't get it twisted, old man, I already died for her once. I've got you beat.
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How did you manage that? Something to do with her necromancy, mayhap?
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[be nice, gideon.]
She needed me to do it. So I did.
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[She needed me to do it. So I did. Talk about the arc words for basically his entire existence.]
Was it to buy her a chance?
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Yeah. [...] She didn't ask. She wouldn't.
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[Sometimes twice.]
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Ugh. It's like looking in a mirror, except less badass. [stop
a beat, and then:] She doesn't know, you know. What I did.
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[He says, and shifts, and quick as a wink — unless her reflexes are absolutely on point, and maybe they are — snatches her shades right off her nose.]
She doesn't know what, that you died for her?
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[wow!! she's pretty quick normally, but she's not expecting this in the least. he can have her glasses, even as she tries to snatch them back. congratulations they're dave strider chic.
she just sulks, her amber-yellow eyes obnoxiously bright. but she'll explain.]
... Yeah. She's missing a bunch of shit, actually. Like she got pulled earlier.
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Pulled earlier.
[TRAUMATIC FLASHBACKS TO ONE (1) BASTARD CATBOY]
I see. The two of you are out of sync, in terms of what you've experienced. And remember.
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also i'm LOSING IT she got exarch'd by satan himself]
That's the ticket. It's awkward! Wow, is it awkward.
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[DWEEB.]
Surprising as you may find this, I understand. I've been similarly out of step with my comrades before. Five summers' worth, as a matter of fact.
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Okay, you keep hitting me with the similarities and I'm going to think I grow up to be you. [she jokes, stretching. she wants this tension out of her spine.]
How'd you get five - did you say summers? It's years, you Noniad reject. [you cannot dunk on thancred using equally as fake terminology, gideon.] How'd you get five years out of sync?
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[And speaking of missing, gods, does he ever miss —]
Truthfully, I'm a bit surprised the two of them have yet to come looking for me. It's the sort of thing they'd do.
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[her lips twitch a little at that.]
Friends of yours? [not that she knows what those are, but she likes the idea.]
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[even if they are both CRAZY]
Is there an opposite to necromancy, by your reckoning? A type of magic that destroys rather than sustains.
[is...is that how necromancy works, though...??? sir]
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Necromancy's really all there is. [if there ever was something else, it's long dead by now.] It can do both. Why?
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Yours seems rather more expansive and more niche all at once.
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Bit like swordfighting. You've got the same thing in your hand, technically, you've got a huge stick of metal, right? But the way you swing it makes it do different things. It's everything from bone magic to dating things through thanalergic structure blah blah blah nerds and scholars.
The spooky shit's the stuff like soul siphoning. I don't recommend it. Sucks total ass and hurts like a kick to your funny bone, if your funny bone was your brain stem and the kick was a knife.
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[Soul siphoning sounds a lot like aether fuckery and he's known far too much aether fuckery in his life (former life?) as it is.]
Are you going to tell her? That you're ahead of her. The things you recall that she doesn't.
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Nope.