[Caleb shivers in the wake of that gust of wind, but also peers at Juno curiously. His eye does look...different. Not exactly human. If Caleb didn't think he needed to conserve his stamina for casting - who knows what might happen today - he'd consider detecting magic (or trying to identify it)to see what was going on there.]
That's useful. It's a...construct, then?
[Eyes don't generally break. Not conventionally. Not like that.
...Oh, they should get moving, shouldn't they? Caleb starts to move off int the direction Juno indicated without saying anything else.]
[ juno keeps just a pace ahead of him, nearly flanking him to keep track of him in the peripheral of the theia - he doesn't want to lose this guy in the near white out. for a second he thinks about the remark, humming a little. ]
I mean, it was constructed, so? Kind of? It's a cybernetic implant.
<[A what what what....? Only the word 'implant' even vaguely makes sense to Caleb, and it's a strange context. He's looking over at Juno even more curiously now.]
Something mechanical animated through magical means. Or at least in my world it...would have been.
[There's still magic here! So maybe. But Caleb is vaguely aware than not all worlds that people come from have magic.]
[ ew don't look at him like that. juno averts his eyes just a little, focuses half on the way they're going (towards the blips of warmth in his sightline) and half on the guy's voice. ]
It's all wired into... my eye and stuff. I don't know really, I'm not a brain surgeon. But it's about as close to this "construct" thing as you'd get since there's no magic where I'm from.
[Luckily for Juno, Caleb is also extremely attention-avoidant. He isn't always the most socially perceptive, but he does pick up on the way Juno looks away from him and decides to spare him any more focused attention. So now they're both looking off slightly into the distance.
It doesn't mean he's less interested in what Juno has to say, though. Wired....into his eye? That sounds a bit gruesome, to be honest. Caleb isn't sure he likes thinking about that.
[ juno didn't actually expect that to be a real thing, but also, he's already encountered some pretty weird stuff going around. this tracks for the most part when it comes to how varied this place can be.
ultimately, this means one thing to him: ]
So do you like... make doves fly out of your big coat or pull hankies out of your sleeve?
[Well that's.....not what he would have expected to be asked. Why would he do that? Caleb's attention swings back to Juno, brows furrowing. Not annoyed, just--]
Was? [Surprised enough to slip into Zemnian for a moment.] Ah, no? I suppose I could but...I don't see what that has to do with magic?
[Instead of answering Juno's question with, you know, actual words Caleb instead pulls off one of his gloves. Almost immediately his hand is very cold but he solves that pretty quickly.
By lighting it on fire. Or, well, it kind of looks like it's on fire. He makes a pass with his gloved hand and murmurs a few words and suddenly his hand blackens and the skin begins to flake.
Which probably looks....intense. But Caleb doesn't look like he's in any pain at all. There's definitely heat though, if Juno gets close enough.]
[Widogast is an interesting last name, but Ianto is hardly one to question much of anything, considering his name is -- well, Ianto. He offers the other man a friendly smile, making certain not to make the handshake last for too long before he lets it drop.]
And you as well.
[He pauses a beat, before, unable to help himself:]
I'm sorry, are you. Is this -- [He gestures to the orbs.] Is this you, then?
[Forgive him, Caleb, he's still very new to magic.]
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[It's a very standard GermanZemnian name. Caleb himself hasn't particularly batted an eye at Ianto's name because well. He travels with a girl named Jester. Things could be weirder.
When Ianto gestures to the dancing lights, Caleb just nods. It's a little strange for magic to be strange to people. It's such a common thing in Exandria. Most of his party can do some sort of magic, though it varies from person to person.]
It's a spell I know, ja. They'll follow us as we move.
[Ianto glances back at them uncertainly. They are impressive, but for someone who isn't used to magic, they're a bit odd too. He can't help but feel a little apprehension for them because of that, for that matter.]
Might I ask... What they are? Are they just for light or...?
[...Well. This conversation got weird. Caleb's nose wrinkles and he squints at his book. Still...he continues to contribute to it, with some trepidation.]
Who knows, with these people. They have been living out in isolation for a while, I think.
[Sometimes you do weird shit when you're separated from society.]
[Molly ignores Caleb completely because he's so focused on being... proud and a bewildered at what she's seen considering he has a running theory that the only non-virgins in this party are he and Jester (he has been proven wrong, but Fjord BULLSHITS a lot TRUST NO SEA BITCH).]
I'm not even going to ask how you know that, just know that I'm proud that you do.
[And then, just to add a measure of oh god why to their day, he adds.] I think I'm gonna love it here.
[Caleb is...fine with being slowly left out of this conversation. He doesn't particularly want to talk about sex anyway.
Although when Molly says that he thinks he's going to love it here, Caleb definitely makes a very skeptical sound. And he's ready to back Nott up because any of Molly's shenanigans are absolutely not happening in their room.]
[He'd only been passing by Paws about Town and gotten vaguely distracted by the robocats.
Honestly it's a little surprising to him that Frederick seems to care so much about making sure he finds what he wants. They're perfect strangers. Maybe that's a little obvious in the way he's looking at the other man. Confused and a little hesitant.]
I think you are probably right. There must be some. [Caleb shrugs.] I don't have any gold anyway.
[ Call it old-fashioned and (quite frankly) outdated chivalry, call it nosiness from a knight with too much time on his hands. Either way, Frederick continues hovering in Caleb's general aura, expression more serious than it ought to be for something as commonplace as a heartache over a pet from home.
A heartache he can do nothing about, a fact he is quickly coming to realize. ]
I suppose not. But perhaps the Natha might be willing to somehow return your cat to you, if you wait long enough.
[ He's still not sure how Clair managed to get her pegasus back, but surely something similar could happen in this man's case? ]
[Caleb nods at that response. That's generally what he's gathered. He waits.]
I believe if they trust me enough, I will be able to summon him again.
[Anyway. It feels like Frederick's earnest answers and his (maybe) misplaced chivalry deserve some more politeness than what Caleb's been giving him, so finally he sticks out a hand.]
[ Compared to some of the strangers he's met so far in his life - in both Ylisse and Nysa alike - Caleb may as well be a saint.
Frederick's reign of chivalry continues, and he takes the offered hand and gives it a firm shake, coupling it with a shallow bow. ]
Frederick of Ylisse. [ No last name, because what are last names in Fire Emblem! ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Widogast.
[ No last names, only formality for days. ]
I do hope you're able to find a suitable replacement, or something else to tide you through your days. It can be difficult going through life without having your loved ones by your side.
[ Even if said loved one is....a cat and he doesn't understand the concept of pets. ]
[Caleb can be...polite. He had manners once and knew how to use them. Still does and still can. It's just more taxing now than it used to be. But in the short term, he does alright. (A saint though....hah.)
The corner of his mouth quirks a little at the bow. People don't usually give him that much courtesy. It's...a little weird.]
I do have two...friends who woke up at the same time that I did. So I'm not alone completely.
[He wouldn't ever call Nott or Molly (definitely not Molly) loved ones....to anyone's face. Even though Nott is....the dearest person to him.
[Caleb's absolutely not the type to really press on anyone's backstory because...Caleb doesn't want anyone asking him any questions. It's just safer that way. He makes a sound of understanding at the explanation. Or maybe at Peter alerting him to that particularly untrustworthy-looking tile. One of the two.]
[ There's a quick upturn in his tone, like he's not entirely sure if that's the right term to use. ]
... I mean, not all that complicated, actually. But you know those pods up top?
[ And he points upward with his index finger, apparently indicating Thesa Station. ]
I just woke up one day, and when I stepped out, a couple of my buddies were telling me I'd been awake and wandering around with them for months before then. And I still don't remember a single day of it.
[Wow, that is very worrisome. Caleb really, really doesn't like the idea of someone not remembering the things they've done.]
Did something happen to you? Did they say?
[His voice is suddenly rougher. It might almost sound like he's actually concerned for Peter's sake, even though it's...not true. But surely, for this man to have woken up and be told that he'd been walking around in the world...
Though, of course...perhaps....well, Pumat Sol did have his simulacrums. Was it possible someone had made a copy of this man without his knowing it?]
[ Peter takes the concern at face value – why wouldn't he, after all? – so he just shrugs. ]
No. The first time, I guess I was just up and gone one day, and they found me up on the station. The second time, I don't remember anything weird happening, aside from the usual weirdness of, like, finding yourself stranded on some alien planet while the Sharks and the Jets snap at each other from across territorial lines.
[ Another shrug. It's fucking weird, certainly, and probably not the best thing to tell a newcomer, but, hey, that's how Peter started his tenure here. ]
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intro log #6 - Juno
Ah.
[Caleb shivers in the wake of that gust of wind, but also peers at Juno curiously. His eye does look...different. Not exactly human. If Caleb didn't think he needed to conserve his stamina for casting - who knows what might happen today - he'd consider detecting magic (or trying to identify it)to see what was going on there.]
That's useful. It's a...construct, then?
[Eyes don't generally break. Not conventionally. Not like that.
...Oh, they should get moving, shouldn't they? Caleb starts to move off int the direction Juno indicated without saying anything else.]
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I mean, it was constructed, so? Kind of? It's a cybernetic implant.
[ half a beat: ] What's a construct...
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Something mechanical animated through magical means. Or at least in my world it...would have been.
[There's still magic here! So maybe. But Caleb is vaguely aware than not all worlds that people come from have magic.]
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It's all wired into... my eye and stuff. I don't know really, I'm not a brain surgeon. But it's about as close to this "construct" thing as you'd get since there's no magic where I'm from.
[ mostly joking: ]
Are you a magician or something?
[ sighs. ]
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It doesn't mean he's less interested in what Juno has to say, though. Wired....into his eye? That sounds a bit gruesome, to be honest. Caleb isn't sure he likes thinking about that.
Luckily, Juno is asking him a question.]
I am practiced in the arcane, ja. A wizard.
[Totally deadpan, and pretty clearly sincere.]
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ultimately, this means one thing to him: ]
So do you like... make doves fly out of your big coat or pull hankies out of your sleeve?
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Was? [Surprised enough to slip into Zemnian for a moment.] Ah, no? I suppose I could but...I don't see what that has to do with magic?
[So, stage magicians. Not an Exandrian thing.]
what's up i'm late as shit /winces
That's the only kind of magic I know about. And most of it's just fake - all smoke and mirrors.
[ this guy is pulling his leg. that's it. ]
So what kind of wizardy magic do you do?
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[Instead of answering Juno's question with, you know, actual words Caleb instead pulls off one of his gloves. Almost immediately his hand is very cold but he solves that pretty quickly.
By lighting it on fire. Or, well, it kind of looks like it's on fire. He makes a pass with his gloved hand and murmurs a few words and suddenly his hand blackens and the skin begins to flake.
Which probably looks....intense. But Caleb doesn't look like he's in any pain at all. There's definitely heat though, if Juno gets close enough.]
intro log #6 - Ianto
Caleb Widogast.
[He grasps Ianto's hand, and for all that he doesn't seem completely sure of himself, the way that he shakes it is pretty firm.]
It's nice to meet you, Ianto.
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And you as well.
[He pauses a beat, before, unable to help himself:]
I'm sorry, are you. Is this -- [He gestures to the orbs.] Is this you, then?
[Forgive him, Caleb, he's still very new to magic.]
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dw about it!!
GermanZemnian name. Caleb himself hasn't particularly batted an eye at Ianto's name because well. He travels with a girl named Jester. Things could be weirder.When Ianto gestures to the dancing lights, Caleb just nods. It's a little strange for magic to be strange to people. It's such a common thing in Exandria. Most of his party can do some sort of magic, though it varies from person to person.]
It's a spell I know, ja. They'll follow us as we move.
ty ;3;
Might I ask... What they are? Are they just for light or...?
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They are just lights. A bit of magic.
I can make lanterns or torches, if that would be more acceptable. But then we would have to carry them. These can float.
intro log #6 - Molly/Nott
[...Well. This conversation got weird. Caleb's nose wrinkles and he squints at his book. Still...he continues to contribute to it, with some trepidation.]
Who knows, with these people. They have been living out in isolation for a while, I think.
[Sometimes you do weird shit when you're separated from society.]
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I'm not even going to ask how you know that, just know that I'm proud that you do.
[And then, just to add a measure of oh god why to their day, he adds.] I think I'm gonna love it here.
[coyoteyip.wav.]
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I know things! I'm not a child! Anyway, you're not bringing anything into our room, there's no room to sit in a corner and whine while it's happening.
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Although when Molly says that he thinks he's going to love it here, Caleb definitely makes a very skeptical sound. And he's ready to back Nott up because any of Molly's shenanigans are absolutely not happening in their room.]
intro log #6 - Frederick
I...have not looked.
[He'd only been passing by Paws about Town and gotten vaguely distracted by the robocats.
Honestly it's a little surprising to him that Frederick seems to care so much about making sure he finds what he wants. They're perfect strangers. Maybe that's a little obvious in the way he's looking at the other man. Confused and a little hesitant.]
I think you are probably right. There must be some. [Caleb shrugs.] I don't have any gold anyway.
And it still wouldn't be my cat.
[Wait...that sounds a little rude. Okay.]
Thank you, though. Again.
[For...caring? Nailed it.]
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A heartache he can do nothing about, a fact he is quickly coming to realize. ]
I suppose not. But perhaps the Natha might be willing to somehow return your cat to you, if you wait long enough.
[ He's still not sure how Clair managed to get her pegasus back, but surely something similar could happen in this man's case? ]
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I believe if they trust me enough, I will be able to summon him again.
[Anyway. It feels like Frederick's earnest answers and his (maybe) misplaced chivalry deserve some more politeness than what Caleb's been giving him, so finally he sticks out a hand.]
Caleb Widogast.
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Frederick's reign of chivalry continues, and he takes the offered hand and gives it a firm shake, coupling it with a shallow bow. ]
Frederick of Ylisse. [ No last name, because what are last names in Fire Emblem! ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Widogast.
[ No last names, only formality for days. ]
I do hope you're able to find a suitable replacement, or something else to tide you through your days. It can be difficult going through life without having your loved ones by your side.
[ Even if said loved one is....a cat and he doesn't understand the concept of pets. ]
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[Caleb can be...polite. He had manners once and knew how to use them. Still does and still can. It's just more taxing now than it used to be. But in the short term, he does alright. (A saint though....hah.)
The corner of his mouth quirks a little at the bow. People don't usually give him that much courtesy. It's...a little weird.]
I do have two...friends who woke up at the same time that I did. So I'm not alone completely.
[He wouldn't ever call Nott or Molly (definitely not Molly) loved ones....to anyone's face. Even though Nott is....the dearest person to him.
Frumpkin definitely is a loved one, though.]
intro log #6 - Peter Q.
[Caleb's absolutely not the type to really press on anyone's backstory because...Caleb doesn't want anyone asking him any questions. It's just safer that way. He makes a sound of understanding at the explanation. Or maybe at Peter alerting him to that particularly untrustworthy-looking tile. One of the two.]
Ja, it's been a few days. Not many.
And you?
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Few months shy of a year, I think?
[ Another beat, as he's testing a step. The panel groans a little, but deigns to hold his weight. ]
Maybe a full year, even, but I don't... actually remember it.
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[Well, that's...concerning. Caleb's brows furrow. Though maybe it's just something to do with the man, and not with the situation he's in...
(Doubtful.)]
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[ There's a quick upturn in his tone, like he's not entirely sure if that's the right term to use. ]
... I mean, not all that complicated, actually. But you know those pods up top?
[ And he points upward with his index finger, apparently indicating Thesa Station. ]
I just woke up one day, and when I stepped out, a couple of my buddies were telling me I'd been awake and wandering around with them for months before then. And I still don't remember a single day of it.
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Did something happen to you? Did they say?
[His voice is suddenly rougher. It might almost sound like he's actually concerned for Peter's sake, even though it's...not true. But surely, for this man to have woken up and be told that he'd been walking around in the world...
Though, of course...perhaps....well, Pumat Sol did have his simulacrums. Was it possible someone had made a copy of this man without his knowing it?]
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No. The first time, I guess I was just up and gone one day, and they found me up on the station. The second time, I don't remember anything weird happening, aside from the usual weirdness of, like, finding yourself stranded on some alien planet while the Sharks and the Jets snap at each other from across territorial lines.
[ Another shrug. It's fucking weird, certainly, and probably not the best thing to tell a newcomer, but, hey, that's how Peter started his tenure here. ]
I'm sure it doesn't happen all that often.