[Which, like. He had been told already, but here's more outside evidence of it, and it makes him feel...kind of good? Not super great, since he was a burden, but. Yeah.]
Well, yes... I know your sleeping is something magic related -- I found out eventually -- but I didn't know what would wake you up, so I had to ask for help.
( Well, since they're being Open. )
He, uh, was part of why you had juice on your face...
[He vaguely remembers hearing about juice, and he remembers thinking his hair was unnecessarily sticky in places, but he hadn't...let it all sink in before. What an idiot boy...]
( If he had more water, Lalli may have woken up with silken, fully shampooed hair but Emil can dream. )
Uhm... I found ice? I tried that. Minato summoned a...man. A mage that tried to make you wake up and that didn't work. ( Emil has a lot to say about this guy if you'll let him indulge himself. )
A doctor I'd met briefly before stopped by to check your vital signs. He was concerned about how your eyes had bled a little bit -- he said he'd never seen that before. Oh, and I mentioned Dirk's space pocket thing.
Your eyes aren't supposed to bleed at all. ( HE HAS A DOCTOR TO BACK HIM ON THIS, DON'T ARGUE. )
Minato is weird. He took a gun out and shot himself, and then suddenly there was some nearly naked man hanging around casting spells. ( That's 95% accurate. ) Yes, Dirk's strange storage space is odd -- magic in general just remains beyond me.
( MAYBE HE WILL!! Also oh shit he should have clarified. )
No, no -- I don't really get it? The first time I met him he tried to shoot himself in the head and nothing happened. This time he did and he was fine, but the man appeared.
It wasn't bloody or anything, but he's certainly an uncouth type of mage. Minato's alright, as far as I know. Physically, anyway.
[OKAY. OKAY. WHOEVER JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IS, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. Let's maybe not have people committing suicide anywhere near him for the time being, perhaps.]
Maybe it's...a weird ritual. [The spike of panic and instant calm down is sort of making him feel sick, though, so... Moving on.] You didn't need to have anyone do anything. I just had to wait for my luonto to come back.
Alright. I knew it had something to do with your magic, but I -- don't actually know a lot about it.
( Not like magic is Emil's favourite thing...far from it. But it seems like it's a lot more important to Lalli as a person, so absorbing some more information about it is probably a good idea. )
Can you tell me more about it? Your magic, I mean. ( He leans with his back against the bed, staring at Lalli, wondering what all he'd even say. )
[When Tuuri had said the weird Swede was demanding a magic trick for proof, he hadn't been surprised. He'd heard stories about foreigners, even when he'd never imagined he would be going out and meeting one. Let alone a tankful of them... Back then, it hadn't been worth it at all. He didn't care about the boy giving him a smug look and dismissing him as some strange forest creature spinning stories.
This was the same boy. Lalli wouldn't have been surprised if he'd asked him again to show him a little magic, but...asking to learn about it -- about him -- hadn't...been something that would have occurred to Lalli as a possibility. Somehow. Even more unusual, he didn't feel the need to be an aloof asshole about it in response.]
Um. I was born with it.
[????? how do you tell nonbelievers about magic where do you start]
[It wouldn't be them if they didn't fall on their faces at least five times during this conversation.]
A lot of things. And not all mages are the same, that stupid annoying one can't do a lot of stuff I can do. [and vice versa shhh
...oh right, he's supposed to say what he can do now.] I don't know. It's... You know how everything has a spirit? We can...talk? With our magic because of the gods.
Yes, Reynir is different. ( In a lot of ways...he really doesn't like that guy, for instance. ) I know it's not all the same, just some things.
( He's not really educated on this topic enough to understand the difference between souls and ghosts and spirits and the like, but he nods along anyway because his brain parses the information at a very basic level.
Talk to spirits, Gods, magic. Sort of kind of what he sort of kind of knew already. ) How did you do that one thing. When we were on the train?
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( His suggestion wasn't helpful, but he made one all the same. )
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Hn. He said you were worried.
[Which, like. He had been told already, but here's more outside evidence of it, and it makes him feel...kind of good? Not super great, since he was a burden, but. Yeah.]
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( Well, since they're being Open. )
He, uh, was part of why you had juice on your face...
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He said to splash water on your face...but there wasn't any just lying around! I cleaned it off afterwards -- I tried!
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[He vaguely remembers hearing about juice, and he remembers thinking his hair was unnecessarily sticky in places, but he hadn't...let it all sink in before. What an idiot boy...]
...I guess my face was clean.
[So. There's that.]
Anything else?
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Uhm... I found ice? I tried that. Minato summoned a...man. A mage that tried to make you wake up and that didn't work. ( Emil has a lot to say about this guy if you'll let him indulge himself. )
A doctor I'd met briefly before stopped by to check your vital signs. He was concerned about how your eyes had bled a little bit -- he said he'd never seen that before. Oh, and I mentioned Dirk's space pocket thing.
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[what]
They only bled a little. It was fine. [This odd health issue is totally not concerning at all!!! More importantly:] Dirk is...weird.
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Minato is weird. He took a gun out and shot himself, and then suddenly there was some nearly naked man hanging around casting spells. ( That's 95% accurate. ) Yes, Dirk's strange storage space is odd -- magic in general just remains beyond me.
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[IF YOU LIKE YOUR DOCTOR SO MUCH, GO MARRY HIM -- wait a minute what the actual fuck minato]
...Minato killed himself?
[fuckity fuck fuck shit fuck]
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No, no -- I don't really get it? The first time I met him he tried to shoot himself in the head and nothing happened. This time he did and he was fine, but the man appeared.
It wasn't bloody or anything, but he's certainly an uncouth type of mage. Minato's alright, as far as I know. Physically, anyway.
( Mentally he's a god damn Froot Loop. )
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Maybe it's...a weird ritual. [The spike of panic and instant calm down is sort of making him feel sick, though, so... Moving on.] You didn't need to have anyone do anything. I just had to wait for my luonto to come back.
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Also that would have been useful information, but at least he knows now. )
I'm...not sure what that is? A luonto. ( He doesn't know much, though. )
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Also: godless Swedes... Faithlessness has bred such stupidity.]
It's a spirit that's also part of my soul because it's like me, and it can help me do powerful magic stuff, the end.
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Oh. I think I get it? ( Sort of... ) So part of your...soul. Left and made you sleep, then it came back and you woke up.
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[Very good!]
It shouldn't happen again. Unless I need to summon it.
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( Not like magic is Emil's favourite thing...far from it. But it seems like it's a lot more important to Lalli as a person, so absorbing some more information about it is probably a good idea. )
Can you tell me more about it? Your magic, I mean. ( He leans with his back against the bed, staring at Lalli, wondering what all he'd even say. )
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...I...guess?
[When Tuuri had said the weird Swede was demanding a magic trick for proof, he hadn't been surprised. He'd heard stories about foreigners, even when he'd never imagined he would be going out and meeting one. Let alone a tankful of them... Back then, it hadn't been worth it at all. He didn't care about the boy giving him a smug look and dismissing him as some strange forest creature spinning stories.
This was the same boy. Lalli wouldn't have been surprised if he'd asked him again to show him a little magic, but...asking to learn about it -- about him -- hadn't...been something that would have occurred to Lalli as a possibility. Somehow. Even more unusual, he didn't feel the need to be an aloof asshole about it in response.]
Um. I was born with it.
[????? how do you tell nonbelievers about magic where do you start]
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...I figured that much. I know some things about mages. I mean more like...what all can you do?
( Maybe asking about it like the entitled snot he used to be will work better??? )
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A lot of things. And not all mages are the same, that stupid annoying one can't do a lot of stuff I can do. [and vice versa shhh
...oh right, he's supposed to say what he can do now.] I don't know. It's... You know how everything has a spirit? We can...talk? With our magic because of the gods.
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( He's not really educated on this topic enough to understand the difference between souls and ghosts and spirits and the like, but he nods along anyway because his brain parses the information at a very basic level.
Talk to spirits, Gods, magic. Sort of kind of what he sort of kind of knew already. ) How did you do that one thing. When we were on the train?
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What one thing?
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( Did he just forget his crowning moment of glory...Emil looks at him with a puzzled expression, THIS IS HARDER THAN HE THOUGHT. )
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I heard it. A big group of...voices kept getting closer and closer, and they were...
[...He doesn't need to know all of it.]
It got close enough that I could feel it and I knew where it would be. I didn't do anything.
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