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At the bar, there sits a girl with a long copper-colored braid, slight and beautifully-complected and wearing khakis and an oversized pullover. Next to her is an enormous man, darker and looking at her (worshipfully) and the rest of their surroundings (suspiciously), wearing a brown uniform that is held on entirely via the cunning application of magnets. She has a glass of something fizzy and gold and he's got a Coke in its can.
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prodigal_miser
"Thank you. What was - wrong with her to cause her to do that? Sadism? Psychopathy? Was there - a way to prevent it that involved a peaceful solution, like finding mental help, or is the only real option 'If she has the relationship powers, kill for the good of everyone around her'?"
He does not look like he wants to kill her. Even disgusted with her, as he is.
He does not look like he wants to kill her. Even disgusted with her, as he is.
her_imperial_radiance
"I have a first-person understanding of what she was like but it's not something I can diagnose out of a Diagnostic and Statistical Manual. I suspect she could be kept alive and mostly harmless without unduly torturing her if you put her in contact with a number of people who she was allowed to use her powers on and didn't make her interact with anyone else."
prodigal_miser
That - makes him make a little hissing sound.
"I - see. Thank you." Pause. "... I'm pretty sure you don't want, or need my pity, but if there is genuinely anything I can do to help, let me know."
"I - see. Thank you." Pause. "... I'm pretty sure you don't want, or need my pity, but if there is genuinely anything I can do to help, let me know."
her_imperial_radiance
"I've rebuilt to a stable and comfortable position. Dad let Addy borrowing Chelsea's power put 'back' some of what was taken," she adds.
prodigal_miser
"Okay. Good."
Vern noses his hand and he pets her, soothingly. Pet, pet, pet.
"In the interest of fairness - is there anything you'd like to know about me?"
Vern noses his hand and he pets her, soothingly. Pet, pet, pet.
"In the interest of fairness - is there anything you'd like to know about me?"
her_imperial_radiance
"I'm more curious about your version of Mama, although if she likes you you're probably interesting in your own right too."
prodigal_miser
Adarin snickers. "Thanks - I'll tell you about my version of your mother, though, I'm not likely to get snippy because I'm not interesting enough. Where would you like me to start?"
prodigal_miser
"She's nineteen, I think. She's a witch, and for her that puts her in a different sort of society than humans. She calls them - us? - 'mortals,' actually. She'll live until she's killed, or dies of loneliness or boredom. When I met her, she was apprenticed to another witch, but she terminated it after she gained an objective truth-teller."
prodigal_miser
"I'm inclined to agree," says Adarin, wryly. "And she's working on immortality, with the truth-teller, so I think she'll manage it. And that takes care of loneliness, too."
prodigal_miser
Adarin coughs. "... If she'd like me to?"
"He's already going to naturally live to be at least five hundred," snorts Vern.
"He's already going to naturally live to be at least five hundred," snorts Vern.
her_imperial_radiance
"My mama's immune to mental magic, so I don't have her memories. But I do have my dad's up to the last point at which he touched the memory-copier, and that's my source of most of what I know about her when she wasn't already married. It makes it hard to come up with predictions about how I think she'd interact with you."
prodigal_miser
"I'll do all right without predictions, I think. Thank you, though."
her_imperial_radiance
"You're welcome." Elspeth leans on Jake, who puts an arm around her like he is particularly cuddly furniture.
prodigal_miser
Awww. Cute. Adarin smiles a little, and then carries on.
"Her daemon is an owl called Pathalan. Very tiny, rather cute. She doesn't carry money, she pays for things in favors, instead, with magic."
"Her daemon is an owl called Pathalan. Very tiny, rather cute. She doesn't carry money, she pays for things in favors, instead, with magic."
prodigal_miser
"We are their other halves," says Vern. "Like they're ours. I'm still - learning, a bit, but we will be a - buffer. We tend to do subtext, and I know Adarin better than he knows himself. I can offer an objective view and a subjective view, because there's a link, between us. Emotions bleed over from one to another, and if one of us is hurt the other feels it. And - we should never be touched. Not by anyone that isn't our other half."
"Remarkably in-depth," says Adarin, amused. "Considering."
"Oh, right. He didn't have me until he went to Earth. Luckily we adjusted pretty quickly. Because I'm awesome."
"Remarkably in-depth," says Adarin, amused. "Considering."
"Oh, right. He didn't have me until he went to Earth. Luckily we adjusted pretty quickly. Because I'm awesome."
her_imperial_radiance
Elspeth giggles. "And why are you a kagu in particular?"
prodigal_miser
"Daemons take a shape that's - appropriate to personality. Apparently, a kagu is appropriate for me," explains Adarin. "We looked it up, actually, kagu daemons aren't exactly common. Most of it was very vague and unhelpful."
prodigal_miser
"Witches settle as birds, without exception. I'm not sure why. So that's one part. Personally I think the owl in particular also has something to do with intellect, and -" Oh, look, there's a faint little smile on his face that hints he is maybe over the moon for her. "- clarity of sight. Even in the dark."
her_imperial_radiance
"You get a very entertaining look on your face when you talk about her. Just this side of being her wolf."
prodigal_miser
"... Thanks?" he says, bemused. "What do you mean, being her wolf?"