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--- campaign:carve:2023-03-25 [2023/05/27 18:06] – pinkgothic
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 **Nymphetamine**:
-She pondered on that in silence, really chewing on the subject as she ate. That seemed so terrible, to be a part of the results of a terrible spell like that. "A cautionary tale for everyone, it would seem." Leila was a polite companion, eating with her mouth closed, not trying to ask any questions while she was still munching down. As she swallowed, she considered what else he said. "Imagine the destruction of someone who *could* remove themselves from reality to cast a terrible spell like that... they'd be nigh unstoppable."
+She pondered on that in silence, really chewing on the subject as she ate. That seemed so terrible, to be a part of the results of a terrible spell like that. "A cautionary tale for everyone, it would seem." Leila was a polite companion, eating with her mouth closed, not trying to ask any questions while she was still munching down. As she swallowed, she considered what else he said. "Imagine the destruction of someone who //could// remove themselves from reality to cast a terrible spell like that... they'd be nigh unstoppable."
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 **Nymphetamine**:
-"That's fair, that's fair," she said with a faint grin, amused despite herself. Of course, she was probably a little nervous to appear *too* eager to learn about sorcery and the like, but this seemed to be an in for a change. Looking back at her own food, she listened to him as he asked her to tell him if he was boring. "What? Oh, no, you're fine! It's all very interesting to someone on the outside, or at least this someone." Said of herself, of course. "I'm the one peppering you with questions and the like..." So Leila was taking responsibility for the trajectory of their conversation so far.
+"That's fair, that's fair," she said with a faint grin, amused despite herself. Of course, she was probably a little nervous to appear //too// eager to learn about sorcery and the like, but this seemed to be an in for a change. Looking back at her own food, she listened to him as he asked her to tell him if he was boring. "What? Oh, no, you're fine! It's all very interesting to someone on the outside, or at least this someone." Said of herself, of course. "I'm the one peppering you with questions and the like..." So Leila was taking responsibility for the trajectory of their conversation so far.
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-It was a bland look that she gave him before bursting into a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she did so. "That was *horrible*," she told him, though it was well meaning. A tease from a new, hopeful friend. Getting past that would be hard, because it was such a bad, cheesy joke, but it seemed like he was relaxing well enough in her company, and she was glad for that. "Moving on." Deliberately said, a mock stern look thrown his way. "I guess I'm just curious about sorcery in general. It's so... interesting to someone who knows next to nothing about it. So I guess I'm apologizing for asking so many questions about it." A rueful smile touched her lips at this.
+It was a bland look that she gave him before bursting into a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she did so. "That was //horrible//," she told him, though it was well meaning. A tease from a new, hopeful friend. Getting past that would be hard, because it was such a bad, cheesy joke, but it seemed like he was relaxing well enough in her company, and she was glad for that. "Moving on." Deliberately said, a mock stern look thrown his way. "I guess I'm just curious about sorcery in general. It's so... interesting to someone who knows next to nothing about it. So I guess I'm apologizing for asking so many questions about it." A rueful smile touched her lips at this.
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 The tip was a lot less elegant. It looked like a tiny, barbed hook.
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+**Nymphetamine**:
+Mateo's unreadable expression was not something that she was able to figure out what was going on. She thought she had misstepped, maybe asked too much of him, and began to stammer out an apology, her fork settled to the table. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked..." she began to say as he finally withdrew a lovely slender piece much like a pen. Leila knew better than to reach out for her and watched instead as he pulled the cap free to show her what lurked beneath. The ugly little barbed hook was more than enough to pierce and rend flesh, to literally carve the runes out of teh sorcerer's arms. "Oh." The vowel was spoken a little akin to shock, but now she fully understood what he had meant by 'Pen'. "I see... that is... that sure is something..."
+**pinkgothic**:
+He kept the pen in its presentation mode for a few more drawn out seconds, then clicked the cap back on, letting it slip back into his pocket. "It's like having your own private cat claw," he joked, although there was something else in his voice as well, a subtle irritation - from the conversation so far, it seemed unlikely it was at her, though. "The scratches are remarkably similar, too."
 **Nymphetamine**:
+There were so many questions that were running through her head about the pen. Whether or not the materials had to be of certain components, if there was something special about the tip other than its ability to scratch out runes in his arm. He made a little joke about it, and she forced an accompanying laugh, nto sure if this was really a laughing matter at all. "That's what I've always wanted. Cat claws!" she joked, though it was obvious that she was trying to ease back on the humour in this conversation, at least for the moment. "How did you get chosen to be a sorcerer, anyway? Is there some special quality about you?" the questions came a little more timidly than earlier, given the way his annoyanced seemed to have blossomed.
+**pinkgothic**:
+"No," he said, simply, shrugging mildly across a smile. "I literally won the lottery. As in, not the money lottery, and I guess it was more of a //raffle//, if we're taking our metaphors seriously, but Euryalia made a push to get kids interested in sorcery when I was in school, caught my interest, and I was stubborn enough to see the tough studies through to the end." He bobbed his head from side to side a little. "Not that I needed most of them. They make you study medicine, because that makes most people be less eager about carving up their own limbs to cast spells, mostly." Then he laughed, briefly. "I guess my special quality is that that didn't work on me, nor the other then-adults that ended up in the raffle pool. And then I won the raffle." Another light shrug. "But, really, anyone can do it. It's why they gatekeep it so hard."
+**Nymphetamine**:
+Listening with avid interest as he explained that it was a lottery, a raffle, she just nodded. It seemed that he had indeed won the raffle, and had gotten through all of the roadblocks that had been put up to discourage him. "Sounds like you had the perserverence, or just sheer stubbornness to become a sorcerer," she said with a laugh, not exactly a mirthful sound, but one that was friendly, at least, making a joke out of his hard work. Which didn't seem wise. Suddenly conflicted, Leila shook her head again and tried to apologize. "Sorry, not trying to make light of anything, just... it sounds as though they did everything they could to make it difficult. With the intention of weeding out those that didn't have the gumption to stay."
 **pinkgothic**:
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+He nodded good-naturedly. "Yeah, that's pretty much how the process works - in any country, really."