"I was attempting to research local legends concerning the Coral for a personal project of mine, namely having to do with the potential connection between the power levels required to maintain the protective bubble around Vatheon and the use of 'curses' to produce the emotional energy to feed the Coral," explained the mage, failing to use this little thing called 'word economy' in his urgency, "But it's the harpies."
Harpies, eh.
"They've taken up the roof of the Library and will not cease their endless, inane chatter, disturbing all who try to study there! I tried to reason with them," like father, like son, as Kid heavily edits the knowledge he imparts for the sake of a desired outcome, lowering his voice into conspiratorial tones: "But they continue to make a crass mockery of everyone and everything in their sight."
Gasp. Horror. The slander!
"It's terrible, Kankri," Kid added, utterly deadpan, "I do believe I may have been--" What was the word he always used? "Triggered." YES. GOOD. "Frequently and at great length. My psyche may never fully recover. You're our only hope."
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Harpies, eh.
"They've taken up the roof of the Library and will not cease their endless, inane chatter, disturbing all who try to study there! I tried to reason with them," like father, like son, as Kid heavily edits the knowledge he imparts for the sake of a desired outcome, lowering his voice into conspiratorial tones: "But they continue to make a crass mockery of everyone and everything in their sight."
Gasp. Horror. The slander!
"It's terrible, Kankri," Kid added, utterly deadpan, "I do believe I may have been--" What was the word he always used? "Triggered." YES. GOOD. "Frequently and at great length. My psyche may never fully recover. You're our only hope."