[ taair sounds so happy as he says it, touching a hand to his heart as he shuts his book again. it feels good - like a piece slotting into place. and to be able to help deal with those aches and pains does him an incredible amount of good, too. ]
I don't think it is at its full strength, necessarily, but... nevertheless. It means the last of us that are hurting should be able to be fixed up, even if it takes time.
[ taair says still half healed ] Perhaps I can make good on those magic lessons, after all.
[ HE'S THINKING THAT, the half-healed thing, but he also remembers the item was supposed to take a few days, and it would be stupid to heal himself now when it should be taken care of in a day anyway. so he's not going to lecture about that. ]
S'pose it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot, if you've got the time.
[ it's fine he'll get sick of being not fully healthy because it limits his Exploring and heal himself anyway as long as he has enough magic
anyway! this response makes him smile, warm. ] Of course I have the time - it'd be my joy. How lucky that the opportunity presented it to us, after all.
I would like to teach you a healing spell, if I can. And... I think I may be able to teach you how to use a spell that I call 'Truth Exposure' - it is a tactically useful skill that can unveil weaknesses and vulnerabilities upon a foe, making it easier for others to gain an advantage in a battle.
[ taair buff and debuff king ] Though - if you want to learn anything offensive, for that, I am afraid you're on your own! More of a lover than a fighter, as you know.
But, they are highly malleable. I took them and adapted them to separate them from holy magic on my own, so I think with enough practice, you could tweak the skills how you like them, too.
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... A bit of rambling! [ oops. sheepishly: ] As I should have started: good morning.
[ he grins, and, since they're still in the room, comes over to kiss his cheek. (i'm not sure if he's sitting or standing right now but the healing things means fidelio can finally stand on his toes without fucking his foot up again, so it matters less!!) ]
Anyway, that all sounds good to me. Figured if I ever had my own Archetype it might be somethin' sort of like that anyway — more of a support type.
[ and a strategic spell like that seems pretty much up his alley, so! ]
[ THE TIPTOES i'm so glad for him. taair's got a smile on his face as he comes back down from the cheek kiss, touching his fingertips briefly to the spot, all fond. ]
Ahh...yes, that's right - the archetypes. [ with a sigh, a little dreamy... ] Such a wonderful form of magic... I've spent a bit of time talking with Miss Eupha about it - would that my own was rooted in such incredible history...
[ instead of the papal states but it's fine. sometimes you gotta make your own magic.
though, thinking on archetypes.. taair leans back a little bit, regarding fidelio with the eye of an appraiser, or - well, moreso, with a twinkle of genuine delight and a little bit of mischief in his eyes. ]
I could see it. [ making picture frame hands... ] A strategist. An advisor? Tactician? Hmm. I know not of your hero kings, but I imagine something like that might fit wonderfully....? Basilio and you, a sword and a shield... The sort of thing people write stories about.
[ it'd be embarrassing to read nice things about himself. (it's a good thing he never died, he wouldn't have even been able to look at his obituary.) ]
Probably gonna feel sort of weird after all this time apart, but yeah. Been lookin' forward to showing Elysia and Charlie the tavern, got somethin' to give to Yves, and I've got a game to wrap up with Claude.
Mm. [ definitely a little weird, but good. there's a warm emotional flutter at the list of names, and since no one else seems to be around, he settles in to walk with him with a hand still loosely intertwined. ]
I don't know where to start! What sort of game - and what sort of gift? I can't wait to see them, either. I promised Claude I'd take him to see the graffiti in Italy.
[ sometimes it's hard to remember just how long people have been gone. ]
We were playin' correspondence chess, the sort where you have the board drawn out on paper and say in letters what your moves are. And I'm makin' a little arts and crafts version of a sand rose charm. Laurence showed me this weekend how to make paper roses, and I got some white sand and glued that to it for the texture. Still drying, but hopefully it'll be done by the time they get here.
[ it probably shouldn't have been but fuck it it's heaven maybe glue dries faster ]
[ ohhh his emotions go even more fond at that. at all of it, actually, but the correspondence chess - how typical of two of his very favorite people. ]
What a clever idea. [ and perhaps something for him to remember, for his upcoming days in a tower. he keeps that to himself, though his hold tightens just a little, fingers curling into his. ] How much of the game do you have left? I imagine it must be a tight competition.
[ as for the rest... the flowers are sweet, too, and he hums. ]
As for Yves...I imagine you'll make him cry. [ affectionately as always. ] Ah... I'm excited, to see everyone again. Truly, I think it will become so very - well, for lack of a better term, so very lively.
Ah, we were still pretty early. With the mail schedule what it is, we could only get a few moves in each week. Like to think it gave him somethin' to look forward to, though.
[ since it had sort of seemed like he needed that. ]
Almost hard to remember what it was like when everyone was over here before, but yeah, I imagine so. [ our 4k comment party post... ] Plus I guess we've got— well, two more now, on top of that. [ quickly cycles between very warm and fond vibes (till) and intense disdain (harold) as he says that. ] Not sure we can even fit 'em all in the tavern.
[ help. the rapidly cycling vibes make him have to muffle a quiet laugh with his free hand. it's cute that he scooped up till so easily - briefly, his thoughtshare reflects an image like a photograph of the gang singing karaoke that one curfew night, all fond and warm. ]
I think we'll find a way. Our group certainly does not mind being up close and personal.
[ he says. holding del's hand. there's a beat, and then, softer: ]
the karaoke image makes him smile; that was something he'd wanted to share with some of the people who hadn't been around for it. ]
With Yves coming back, I'd be a lot more surprised if we didn't have one. You really think he's gonna let everyone go their separate ways without a proper celebration of the time spent here?
[ taking his seat on the train... he'd gotten so used to being slowed down by that broken foot the past few weeks that it's kind of surprising seeing again how little time it normally takes to move from place to place here. ]
What, for this place, you mean?
[ back in his own it had been writing his history book and travelling the world, hadn't it? but he feels like he can sort of guess what other things he'd be dreaming of now that he's in a place where he's surrounded by friends every day, even if he hasn't heard the exact words. ]
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[ this bird is so affectionate...
once it's vanished, he puts his hand over his chest where the gunshot wounds were... tries standing on his right foot... huh! ]
...Well, shite. Pretty good.
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Oh, thank goodness. It really does work...!
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[ it was different, what with the bird and the scroll and everything, but it felt... sort of similar to saint rella's power. ]
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[ taair sounds so happy as he says it, touching a hand to his heart as he shuts his book again. it feels good - like a piece slotting into place. and to be able to help deal with those aches and pains does him an incredible amount of good, too. ]
I don't think it is at its full strength, necessarily, but... nevertheless. It means the last of us that are hurting should be able to be fixed up, even if it takes time.
[ taair says still half healed ] Perhaps I can make good on those magic lessons, after all.
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S'pose it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot, if you've got the time.
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anyway! this response makes him smile, warm. ] Of course I have the time - it'd be my joy. How lucky that the opportunity presented it to us, after all.
I would like to teach you a healing spell, if I can. And... I think I may be able to teach you how to use a spell that I call 'Truth Exposure' - it is a tactically useful skill that can unveil weaknesses and vulnerabilities upon a foe, making it easier for others to gain an advantage in a battle.
[ taair buff and debuff king ] Though - if you want to learn anything offensive, for that, I am afraid you're on your own! More of a lover than a fighter, as you know.
But, they are highly malleable. I took them and adapted them to separate them from holy magic on my own, so I think with enough practice, you could tweak the skills how you like them, too.
[ .... ]
... A bit of rambling! [ oops. sheepishly: ] As I should have started: good morning.
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Morning.
[ he grins, and, since they're still in the room, comes over to kiss his cheek. (i'm not sure if he's sitting or standing right now but the healing things means fidelio can finally stand on his toes without fucking his foot up again, so it matters less!!) ]
Anyway, that all sounds good to me. Figured if I ever had my own Archetype it might be somethin' sort of like that anyway — more of a support type.
[ and a strategic spell like that seems pretty much up his alley, so! ]
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Ahh...yes, that's right - the archetypes. [ with a sigh, a little dreamy... ] Such a wonderful form of magic... I've spent a bit of time talking with Miss Eupha about it - would that my own was rooted in such incredible history...
[ instead of the papal states but it's fine. sometimes you gotta make your own magic.
though, thinking on archetypes.. taair leans back a little bit, regarding fidelio with the eye of an appraiser, or - well, moreso, with a twinkle of genuine delight and a little bit of mischief in his eyes. ]
I could see it. [ making picture frame hands... ] A strategist. An advisor? Tactician? Hmm. I know not of your hero kings, but I imagine something like that might fit wonderfully....? Basilio and you, a sword and a shield... The sort of thing people write stories about.
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[ bardon my man you really went and stole his thunder ]
Or who knows, maybe I really would just have my own Berserker.
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taair looks delighted at the idea, keeping his appraising picture frame hands for a moment longer before he drops them. ]
What a wonderful thing to dream of - possibility. [ hehe. ] I'd gladly chronicle your tales.
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[ it'd be embarrassing to read nice things about himself. (it's a good thing he never died, he wouldn't have even been able to look at his obituary.) ]
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You would doubt my author's integrity...!
[ clearly he is just being goofy. ]
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I just think you can't help havin' a bit of a bias in this instance.
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[ i'm assigning him sitting down so he looks up at fidelio, very fond. ]
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[ takes his hands. ]
Want to get started, then? If everyone's really gonna be coming back today, we're probably gonna be busy catchin' up with them for a while.
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[ but, he smiles up at him and strokes his thumbs very briefly over the sides of his hands when they're taken, then hops up to his feet. ]
And yes - I think that's a fine idea. [ time to go to the academy. ] I'm quite excited to see everyone today. Are you?
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Probably gonna feel sort of weird after all this time apart, but yeah. Been lookin' forward to showing Elysia and Charlie the tavern, got somethin' to give to Yves, and I've got a game to wrap up with Claude.
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I don't know where to start! What sort of game - and what sort of gift? I can't wait to see them, either. I promised Claude I'd take him to see the graffiti in Italy.
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[ sometimes it's hard to remember just how long people have been gone. ]
We were playin' correspondence chess, the sort where you have the board drawn out on paper and say in letters what your moves are. And I'm makin' a little arts and crafts version of a sand rose charm. Laurence showed me this weekend how to make paper roses, and I got some white sand and glued that to it for the texture. Still drying, but hopefully it'll be done by the time they get here.
[ it probably shouldn't have been but fuck it it's heaven maybe glue dries faster ]
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What a clever idea. [ and perhaps something for him to remember, for his upcoming days in a tower. he keeps that to himself, though his hold tightens just a little, fingers curling into his. ] How much of the game do you have left? I imagine it must be a tight competition.
[ as for the rest... the flowers are sweet, too, and he hums. ]
As for Yves...I imagine you'll make him cry. [ affectionately as always. ] Ah... I'm excited, to see everyone again. Truly, I think it will become so very - well, for lack of a better term, so very lively.
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[ since it had sort of seemed like he needed that. ]
Almost hard to remember what it was like when everyone was over here before, but yeah, I imagine so. [ our 4k comment party post... ] Plus I guess we've got— well, two more now, on top of that. [ quickly cycles between very warm and fond vibes (till) and intense disdain (harold) as he says that. ] Not sure we can even fit 'em all in the tavern.
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[ help. the rapidly cycling vibes make him have to muffle a quiet laugh with his free hand. it's cute that he scooped up till so easily - briefly, his thoughtshare reflects an image like a photograph of the gang singing karaoke that one curfew night, all fond and warm. ]
I think we'll find a way. Our group certainly does not mind being up close and personal.
[ he says. holding del's hand. there's a beat, and then, softer: ]
...I hope we have one last festival.
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the karaoke image makes him smile; that was something he'd wanted to share with some of the people who hadn't been around for it. ]
With Yves coming back, I'd be a lot more surprised if we didn't have one. You really think he's gonna let everyone go their separate ways without a proper celebration of the time spent here?
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Oh, certainly not. [ warmly. he seems content to settle into a moment of warm silence for a little while, settling in on the train. but, eventually: ]
...Those have been some of my favorite moments, here. Did I ever tell you what my dream was, Fidelio?
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What, for this place, you mean?
[ back in his own it had been writing his history book and travelling the world, hadn't it? but he feels like he can sort of guess what other things he'd be dreaming of now that he's in a place where he's surrounded by friends every day, even if he hasn't heard the exact words. ]
What was it?
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