vatheon | 24

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24 - Rogue

Who: Duke and ANYONE
Where: Plaza
When: All week! Monday and Tuesday at intervvals but... just about any time day/night for the rest of the week o/
Style: Brackets, but if you want action, I WILL FOLLOW

[ So Sunday had been a particularly bad day for Duke, although it did end up with him eating a bit more than usual because wow, it should not have been that easy for him to get knocked down-

But monday morning felt fine. Mostly because he got hit with the curse, and once again was able to sprout wings and... ignore any normal needs. Although he did find it a little harder to talk this time... Perhaps he was a different sort of angel? Still had a crystal... Oh well.

This mostly left him with a great deal more hours than he had for the past weeks, and so the ordo-Zel house is swiftly filled with the smells of apples and baking... Because if he remembers the days right, then this is close to that gift-giving holiday and...

He can't really think of much.

The problem with a full twenty four hours to spend doing something is that he ends up with way more apple pies than he has people he knows. Everyone Duke knows the name of gets 1(one) Apple Pie with 1(one) slightly magicked pie tin. The tin will keep the pies at a nice warm temperature, and will do this again if they are cooked in the pie tin. Something to do with "absorbing and storing heat from the oven and giving it slowly back over time", the note explains. Don't make cold pies in this tin, obviously.

This does leave a great deal of pies left over, and after some thought, Duke takes them to the plaza and the coral. This was newcomer time, wasn't it?

Now there's a table with pies, notes attached explaining "keep-warm pie tins", and a small paper sign proclaiming them as free apple pies. Yup. ]

(OOC: FEEL FREE TO FIND HIM DELIVERING PIES TO CHARACTERS WHO HE KNOWS. Just mention "christmas" or something in your tag and I will know it is his gift-giving o/ ANYONE CAN GET PIES FROM THE PLAZA...

Duke is also a Symphonian Angel for this -)

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[Lloyd's brows furrow. That can't be right.]

But there had to be something different about it. I told you, I can't feel mana. Not like that. I shouldn't have known you were about to cast.

.... Have many people cast around you after october?

Well, no, not really. Why?

[Not helping his confusion. His brows remain drawn in their 'v'. The mention of October, though, makes something in him stir uneasily.]

What does that have to do with this?

Your mana had become.. greatly unstable, from what recall clearly of the month. Perhaps became sensitive as a result.

[Lloyd opens his mouth - then, slowly, closes it, the full meaning of what Duke is saying sinking in. It wasn't about... what had happened. It was about what had happened after. A spot between his shoulder blades itches at the memory of the transformation. It's still hard to think that he really changed, that he's different, that it isn't just superficial things, like wings, but that something's changed inside of him. It's unsettling to think about. What else might have changed? And what does that mean for the stuff that makes him who he is?

Stop that. I'm still me.

He takes a breath, trying to push the thoughts away. They're just talking about being sensitive to mana. That isn't any different than... than being able to hear things better.

Only it is, because he could hear before, but he's never sensed mana-

Stop it!]

So you think, because I'm an angel now- Can you sense mana, Duke? Does being an angel change you?

I have sensed mana on purpose, prior to being an angel. The flow of its predecessor - Aer - upon my world was not stable, and following it when it was trouble would lead to problems that needed to be fixed. I had more freedom of movement than others who would fix such things, and thus I would go.

[ So no, being an angel didn't make him be able to sense mana. ]

... I sense in greater detail, currently. A wider area, at the very least.

[ It just made him better at it. ]

[A pause, a hesitation, as Lloyd lets that sink in. Being an angel only made Duke more capable. It didn't give him anything he didn't already have to begin with, at least when it came to mana. But Duke wasn't...

Or was he?

Curiosity chases away Lloyd's worries for a moment.]

I've never asked, but... Are you a human, Duke? I mean, you look a little different, but I never thought it mattered enough to ask. But you can sense mana and use magic, and you can't do that in my world if you're human. Is it... different, where you're from?

Am human. Magic, unless one was a Child of the Full Moon, is learned through study.

[ He's just a funny colored human- ]

... and am not a Child of the Full Moon. My hair is not pink.

So if I studied, I could learn your magic, too?

[Not that he wants to study, but he wants to know if it's even possible.]

What's a Child of the Full Moon?

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Need to craft an object, then a matter of study. correct.

People who do not need the object to cast magic. A power within them enables them to manipulate mana, but at a less stable rate than with the object. Have pink hair when they are of great strength.

[Lloyd perks up. Crafting an object? That sounds right up his alley.]

What kind of thing do you have to make? How does it help you use magic?

Huh. So... People with pink hair in your world are more like elves or half-elves in mine.

A small piece of crystallized magic, within a bracelet, bracer, necklace or some other sort of accessory. A formula inscribed upon the piece allows for manipulation of mana.

Perhaps. It is still a human bloodline, rather than a product of marriage between human and kritya.

I wonder what makes those Children different, then...

[Something about that description... Lloyd stills as he tries to picture it. Something small and crystaline, with a mount inscribed with a formula - with runes. His eyes drop to his left hand, to the Exsphere glinting innocently from its place in its Key Crest. He flexes his hand, then closes it.

Then, solemn, he holds it out, looking up to meet Duke's eyes.]

You mean something like this?

[ He doesn't really get Lloyd's answer, but when he lifts his hand, Duke pays attention to it.

That... gem? in it. Feels.- ]

... Not quite. Inscriptions are placed within the crystal. Crystal is ... [ Lloyd's is strange. If Duke hadn't already destroyed his bodhi blastia years prior, he would probably have sat down and compared the two, attached to Lloyd's hand or not. ]

Made... of magic... [ He's slowly getting confused at Lloyd's, though. It sort-of feels right, but at the same time..

There's something off.... ]

[A small breath of relief escapes from Lloyd when Duke denies a match. So people in his world aren't all running around with Exspheres like in Lloyd's world. Good. He's glad. It's bad enough having Exspheres in just one world (well, two, since his world is split).]

I don't think my Exsphere's made of magic. It's... something else.

But- Wait. How does someone make one of your crystals with magic if they need a crystal to use magic in the first place at all?

Feels... something else... [ Yes, Duke is still rather focused on your hand, Lloyd. ]

There is a ... type of ... monster, although that is somewhat inaccurate, that feeds on magic. When slain, a large crystal of the consumed magic is left behind.

[ Does he start sounding bitter toward the end? Likely. ]

Shattering this crystal results in pieces for any magical-technological things, provided it is inscribed with a proper formula...

[Again, the picture Duke paints is a disturbing and unsettling one, bringing to Lloyd's mind images of Marble's transformation into an Exbelua and the Exsphere she'd dropped when she died.]

Those monsters... What... kind... of monster are they? Are they good, or bad, or... or what?

... How is this defined? To some humans, they are "bad", for they take the appearance of great beasts, and some do not have speech as humans understand it. They have destroyed cities, for the technology held within would send the world closer to destruction. They are intelligent, but not all see that.

[ They were his friends, too. ]

I don't know how to define it. Maybe... they're "good" if they leave people alone who leave them alone, and they're "bad" if they try to attack people or things for no reason. Not evil, just... bad.

[That's not really the word he's looking for, but he can't think of what it is. Vocabulary never was his strong point.]

Couldn't they have tried other things before they attacked everyone? If they're intelligent, couldn't they find another way so that no one would suffer as much?

They talked. They were ignored. They sought out others, and were either ignored, or taken upon appearance alone and attacked. Those who were listened to found their human ignored as well. Choice became to attack a few points within cities, or let their numbers dwindle into madness and the world become endangered again.

... Then they are 'good'.

If they weren't bad, then... That isn't right. If they were trying to talk to people, then people should have listened, and worked together with them. It shouldn't have gotten to that point.

[A pause, then...]

People killed them for their crystals?

They did not listen until a creature created from twisted Aer tried to eat the world. Then they forgot, and did not listen again, to the same words.

Yes. Fractured, crystals can provide heating, lighting, clean water, barriers, cannons, as well as magic use. Depends on formula inscribed. Less of them, more unstable Aer, more monsters, more chance of recurrence. But more comforts. More 'need', for barriers repel monsters.

[All of this settles uneasily in Lloyd's gut, and he shifts uncomfortably, the urge to do something stirring up inside him, but what can he do? He's stuck in Vatheon, and Duke's world isn't even his. But he can't let it go unprotested.]

But from what you just said, those monsters are people, too! Maybe not even monsters at all, just another race? People shouldn't have to die just so people can be more comfortable or use magic! There has to be a better way!

When people take the appearance of things large enough to sit and destroy a small town, it is hard for many to remember that sentience. They see the claws and the beaks and the fangs and do not hear the words.

... Recently, those of Brave Vesperia converted every fraction of that crystal into spirits.

[ but all that he had described was the world familiar to him. ]

[Lloyd opens his mouth, not sure what he's going to say, but knowing he has to say something, when the last part Duke adds makes him pause, uncertain.]

...converted the crystal into spirits? What does that mean?

[More importantly, was it a good or bad thing?]

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