vatheon | Closed; So maybe he can apologize

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Closed; So maybe he can apologize

Who: Duke and Zelos
When: When Zelda was in a coma, BACKDATED /o/ 23rd or so
Where: Zelda's House (because Duke is staying there)
Style: [stuff]

[ So maybe he could apologize - in a way, at least. So this is probably a rather large surprise that Duke purposefully sits down with a medium sized packet of papers somewhat near Zelos. ]

Would rather not have a repeat; thus developed alternative. Spoke with one who knew of the crystal, of the crest - [ Not mentioning who, although he will if Zelos asks, and mention that it was most definitely over SFC, part of still passively avoiding Zelos' important people. Just going to spread his papers out over that table Zelda used - they're covered in math! ]

Spent week as angel as well; enough to study it on myself. As understand, that would prevent change; and the damaging of the crest alters it. If key this to the crest, it would apply a temporary effect of the same. Fairly certain that the effect is identical; if you are skilled with mana and telling accuracy, or even telling if it feels as the angel state should, I can apply it temporarily to my self to make sure it works as it should. [ And prove it wasn't any sort if sneaky underhanded thing. ]

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[Duke is generally a quite housemate. Or housepet, as Zelos has come to mentally refer to him. Really, how can you not see someone lounge around in a warm laundry basket and not think of them as a cat? So it's a highly confused expression that crosses the Chosen's face when Duke plunks himself down next to him on the couch and starts brokenly rattling off things about mana and crests and angels.

You really need to master grammar if you're going to wordspam at people, Duke.]

Uhh... wait, what?

.... [ Staring for a moment. Should he recap all of it? ]

Damaging the crest created a painful situation to those close to you. Can key it into the crest - this spell. It would replicate the effects of a correctly functioning crystal and crest. Activate when the crest is damaged. Hold the effects on its own long enough for the crest to repaired, or long enough for the a call to help to be sounded. On its own, it can hold for eight hours, and starts falling apart after. If help is required, can fuel it with my own mana - for how long, have not tested.

Now see, is it really that hard to speak in complete sentences?

[Zelos takes a moment to consider the information Duke's just given him, setting aside his book on woodcarving for the moment (hey, he has to do something while he's not sleeping at night).]

I'm pretty sure there's something special about your sword and otherwise it couldn't have even scratched it.

[He taps the red gem on his chest. Even so, there are plenty in Vatheon with special weapons, advanced technology, and powers he'd never dreamed of. Maybe something as simple as that wouldn't be such a bad idea. Besides, if it was a spell, Ky would never have to know that he'd ended up agreeing with him, the nosy little meddler.

Still, it's who is presenting the option to him that gives Zelos pause.]

Have you talked to Zelda about this? No offense but I'm not exactly keen on letting someone who was responsible for my death do magic on me voluntarily.

[Okay, well, maybe some offense.]

..... Only due to a lack of repetition that is occasionally necessary. [ Yep, studying. ]

It does not always look as it does. In Lowell's hands, it is near black, and a less sharp. [ Yeah. Magic sword. He won't explain much more, because he's rolling those next words over. ]

Understandable; have not. An idea while here, her asleep. Currently, feel as human, if perhaps odd due to not of your world, correct? [ He should. He hasn't done anything else. But Duke isn't waiting for an answer.

Which is why he pulls up his interface - the odd somewhat SFC like window and keys, scrolling and gathering the formula to pull the characters out so they float about him.

He holds it so that Zelos can study the lines if he wish - matching mathematical lines on his paper.

Then sticks it to himself. ]

... and now? [ He should have the rough feel of an angel on the physical side, without any enhancements to strength, sight, hearing. Just that odd 'stasis' thing, the pause of metabolism. ]

[While he doesn't know who Lowell is, at least Zelos can follow what Duke is saying for once... up until he starts talking about Humans and Zelda being asleep. Exasperated, Zelos puts up a hand to try and stop him speaking and make him begin again in a more intelligible way when Duke plops the magically scrawled piece of paper to his chest and suddenly all his magical senses give off alarms that Duke is an angel.

Well, sort of.

Zelos leans in slightly to squint distrustfully at the paper. It... does seem to be working but he's hardly an expert on mana and Cruxis Crystals in general.]

Maybe I should show this to Raine. She'll know for sure if it works.

... If you would like. [ Duke picks it off and lets it fade, pulling a second out of the interface and offering it. Human! But weird Terca Lumireian human. Oh well. ]

... could also attempt to highlight a line at a time and explain the functions. May take longer. [ Because he would have to stop and think on sentence structure and how to properly explain it to someone else.

Right. Better sentences. ]

Another possibility that I would need access to personal space to attempt fulfill. Was mentioned that not all runes are known exactly, when inquiring upon time needed to repair a crest. A surface feel, taken by a layer of mana, could give the detail needed for more accurate repair, if runes are unknown or too badly damaged, or memory is not considered good enough. Would be done with no actual contact.

You're really allergic to pronouns and participles, aren'tcha?

[Despite his misgivings though, Zelos takes the piece of paper and looks it over again a little more closely. He's no slouch when it comes to magic or mathematics, but this is way over his head. Honestly it might even be over Raine's head it's so advanced.]

How much personal space are we talking here?

[Looks like his need to not have to stab himself to death again is overpowering his discomfort at this rate.]

.... It is a little slower, speaking fully. Yes, it does have the side effect of not needing to repeat myself, however it does prevent a loss of place in the sentence as my attention moves ahead of my talking speed. [ Congrats, Zelos, you got him to speak a full, somewhat long, sentence. ]

Crest? Palm over it. If you wish, I can remove my gloves. [ Because... he does wear them. He's not comfortable enough to not in this house yet. ]

[Seriously Duke, that's got to just be an excuse.

Zelos takes a long ponder before sighing and throwing up one hand as if he doesn't care.]

Fine, fine, do what you've got to do to make it work. You know Zelda would flay you alive if you did anything to me again anyway.

[Actually he's not really certain about that but Duke doesn't have to know.]

Premeditated, very likely. [ He got protected last time because it was an accident. That's what he's saying, anyway, but since he's distracted, Zelos has to deal with the three words rather than a sentence.

Duke will be nice and take a glove off, holding his hand partially curled over the crest. While his hand is a good inch or two away from Zelos, there is a shift of his mana and a feeling like his hand was there - if his hand was completely even, over crest and all.

Give him... a minute, and then his hand moves back. He holds it palm up near enough eye level, focusing and.. that would be a faintly green representation of your Key Crest and Crystal, Zelos. Studying that. ]

Doing this, aware that spell is set to my frame. Need to recalibrate. Would not do to apply the spell to extra height not there, miss some depth I lack. Would feel much the same as that had. [ A bit of focus has his little image of Zelos's crystal twisting into lines of math, then into his interface. ]

[A chill runs up the red-head's spine as he feels Duke's mana centered around his crystal but he tries hard not to show it, forcing his expression to remain impassive though he does tilt his head slightly at the glowing image of the crest. Well, that's kind of neat, he guesses.]

Seriously, I think you're just lazy about talking or something. You mean you need to measure me or whatever? Fine, go for it. I don't want to get screwed over because you forgot a few inches.

[Zelos stands so Duke can get a more accurate measurement, thinking the mage will use some sort of tape measure or just eyeball it for his spell.]

....Second of that opinion, you are. [ Okay, if you want to do that.

Zelos, he did say that it would feel as his study of the crystal had -

So he might eyeball it a little, but it's mostly his mana kinda.. molding, about Zelos.

All about Zelos. Oops. Duke doesn't seem to think anything of it. ]

[The purposeful bored look is thrown right off of Zelos' face as Duke's mana covers every inch, seemingly unheeding of clothing and wrapping around every contour and plane. It's warm and curious and all in all makes Zelos feel straight up violated. That wasn't what he expected at all! (Though belatedly he supposes Duke could have warned him in that spartan way of speaking he has...)]

Knock it off!

[His voice comes out a little higher pitched than intended and he waves his arms as if to bat away the mana that's congealed around him.]

Forget it! We're not doing this! I'm done! Get out!

[ Welp, there went his concentration, so that mana just sorta flows away because he's not telling it to stick to Zelos. He's got his information, or at least the bare minimum he needs...

But he's also really confused. Why is Zelos shouting?

This is Duke's version of that "what did I do?" face that animals occasionally give when people are loud at them.

But he's heading into the laundry room? All confused. ]

[Alright. Okay. He can maybe appreciate that it's different for mages, that they can get all touchy-feely with their magic and not give a crap about it and Duke wasn't doing anything inherently untoward, but there is no way in Heaven or Hell that Zelos is ever going to speak about that again, much less let Duke cast anything on him.

The albino being in the laundry room isn't far enough and without any ceremony Zelos snags his duster and throws it over his shoulders on his way out the door. He'll find a cute and willing hunny, purify himself, and forget this ever happened.]

[ Duke may spend a nice amount of time sulking in a laundry basket, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Or if Zelos was just an ass and he shouldn't try to help him.

He eventually comes to the conclusion that its awkward, somehow, like the way Zelda found it awkward, only that didn't make sense to him at all. One, it was awkward because Zelda was female and Duke was a male, right?

Duke eventually decides that maybe he hadn't been clear enough, but Zelos was definitely an ass too. But because of mutual friends, he picks his little bit of magic up and the paper version, and color codes the explanation of various lines in.. full sentences, even if the handwriting is a little rough.

Then he's going to sulk on the roof. ]

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