I doubt there's anything new about magic that you can tell me, to be entirely honest, but I cannot help to wonder if the same circles I have seen on my own star have managed to sneak out into other worlds as well. T'would not be the first time.
[ Although actual different worlds and the reflections were not quite the same thing. Still, he waves towards the door, silently agreeing to move elsewhere if he wishes. ]
[ Of they go, looking for solitude. Not here, or here, or here, but eventually he ends up at the small practice rooms. Both look to be abandoned for the day as he peeks in. ]
This should be private enough. [ He'll go in first, lest Solomon worry about some kind of trap. ] Though I suppose you gain nothing... I could offer to answer any question about myself you have, I suppose, for your indulgence.
Offer, but not guarantee? [His pout is absolutely insincere as he closes the door behind them.] I'm wounded, Fandaniel. Surely you know better than that.
I would be interested to know which summons they are applicable to, and from where they hail.
[ He grows serious, too curious to let his endless manic behaviour interfere for once, and watches raptly as Solomon begins to strip. ]
Summoning upon my own star comes in several forms. The most common among the people is the use of arcanum, which uses geometric shapes and symbols much like your own to mold a caster's aether into not only spells, but familiars as well.
[Ah, magical nerd talk. He chuckles as he strips his shirt in quick succession. No more than that, it looks like - with his arms and torso bare, Fandaniel will get more than enough to chew on. What circles and spells are written at his core and back are far different than the symbol at the nape of his neck and the numerous named seals on his limbs.]
If you're looking for the means to summon, I'm afraid you'll be slightly disappointed.
All of mine come from a place beside my world, but still a part of it. The Devildom in some places. Hell, in others.
Some summons can be called in harmony, depending on the species. But for a demon, the cost usually outpaces the reward to force it.
[ He will step in closer, a gloved finger reaching out to gently trace over the lines as he attempts to make heads or tails of them. ]
Mm, no. I am not much of a summoner myself. If anything, I would think myself the opposite. [ Though he doesn't explain what that means. He'll linger on one specifically. ] Demons. Sometimes a term used for Voidsent, which exists in a realm adjacent to mine own. Similar, perhaps. Who is this one for?
[ Yes, that's what he thought those letters meant. There's a pause, and his smile grows, and grows, and he can't help the giggle that escapes him. He'll at least step back, finger leaving Solomon's skin. ]
[ There's no hesitation in the admission, although he does pause and raise a hand, idly tapping his chin with a curled finger. Thinking. ]
There is no end to me unless it all goes. The lifestream will see me reborn again and again so long as the star itself lives on in any form, and yet... [ There's something. Something he feels like he's missing. That, he isn't sure of, but, ] I admit that I did ask the one with my secret to be the one who ends me instead.
[ A strange admission. ]
I am uncertain as to why I would do such a thing. It seems unlikely that they would or even could.
It's a tragic state of affairs, and one that he should be far more alarmed by in theory. He fumbles with his shirt, casually moving to slip it back over his head.]
So you found your missing piece already. Good to know.
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People aren't made to live forever. It's an existence that I think many people wish for, perhaps. In fear of loss and doubt of themselves. But few would understand what a life long lived can do to you.
[Musing, perhaps. He isn't going to get into the weeds of the reinvarnation cycle if Fandaniel has made up his mind about completely removing it as some last ditch hurrah for freedom. Clearly the god plan didn't work if he though this much was necessary.]
If you could die here and be free of your cycle, then. Would you give up your wish?
To die here... would not feel like an end, either. Do those who Father chews up truly die? Or are they burned forever within Sika Madu's fires? No. I would not wish for my missing piece to end my life here. Somewhere else. Somewhere with nowhere for me to return to.
But there is more to my wish than merely my own desire. It is also a promise I meant to keep, made long ago, to the very man who inspired such nihilism within me. I would usher his soul similarly into nothingness, wherever it may rest, either within the aetherial sea or reborn anew upon the star. Complicated, is it not? To be stretched between one ending and another like this.
Another, though I believe I have answered your original question rather thoroughly. If you care to know more, I suggest you heed those gossiping little nothings, for you will get little else from me.
[ He has no interest in delving into his old interpersonal relationships, thanks. ]
[Ah, that would do it. Whether love or dedication, attachment like that was the hardest part of letting any sort of idea go, no matter how maddening.]
Ahh, and here I thought I might finally be getting to know you a little.
[Shirt still in hand, he makes quick work of slipping it back up and over his head, adjusting the turtleneck to cover the seal that sits at his nape, adjusting the sleeves so nothing beyond the wrist is shown.]
The students only skirt the truth. I'd rather not entertain anything from them as gospel.
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[Another glance at his phone. Mm. He has time.]
I'd rather our nosy little extras not spy. But why the sudden interest now?
You've had no curiosity in my magic before.
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[ Although actual different worlds and the reflections were not quite the same thing. Still, he waves towards the door, silently agreeing to move elsewhere if he wishes. ]
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[He sighs, but puts his collection of items away for the time being to trot behind Fandaniel. Sure, why not. Let's humor the man.]
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This should be private enough. [ He'll go in first, lest Solomon worry about some kind of trap. ] Though I suppose you gain nothing... I could offer to answer any question about myself you have, I suppose, for your indulgence.
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[He has an idea, at least. But he'll keep mum, shrugging his jacket off.]
Was there anything specific you wanted to see so urgently?
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[ He grows serious, too curious to let his endless manic behaviour interfere for once, and watches raptly as Solomon begins to strip. ]
Summoning upon my own star comes in several forms. The most common among the people is the use of arcanum, which uses geometric shapes and symbols much like your own to mold a caster's aether into not only spells, but familiars as well.
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If you're looking for the means to summon, I'm afraid you'll be slightly disappointed.
All of mine come from a place beside my world, but still a part of it. The Devildom in some places. Hell, in others.
Some summons can be called in harmony, depending on the species. But for a demon, the cost usually outpaces the reward to force it.
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Mm, no. I am not much of a summoner myself. If anything, I would think myself the opposite. [ Though he doesn't explain what that means. He'll linger on one specifically. ] Demons. Sometimes a term used for Voidsent, which exists in a realm adjacent to mine own. Similar, perhaps. Who is this one for?
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What a great choice on the sigil selection, though! Solomon has to peer over his arm to catch which one Fandaniel's found.]
Ahh, that would be Amon. One of the ones I pursued the hardest when I was younger.
It's been a while since I've needed to call on him.
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Oh, has it? How interesting.
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oh no he's giggling again
oh please don't have a mental breakdown on him when he's half-naked, sir]
...Easy there. You're going to alert every student in half a mile if you start laughing again.
What, does it seem familiar?
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[ At least the giggling trails off, but the smile remains. It isn't very comforting, but since when is it ever? ]
I am extremely familiar with that name, but if you want to know why, you'll have to use your question~.
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They do say the strangest things sometimes. What was it... something about an emperor? I can't remember.
[He assumes that was Fandaniel, anyway, unless one of the other male teachers has also gone crazy with failing all of the fake students.]
But no, there's no need. I know exactly what I want to ask you.
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[ He won't deny it. That was undoubtedly about him, but unless Solomon's question is about Xande, he sees little in how it matters. ]
Oh? No curiosity as to names? Very well. Let us hear what else you wish to ask.
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[And he might as well not drag it out too much, if Fandaniel is ready right this moment. So Solomon reaches down for his shirt as he asks:]
Should you receive a Beatitude successfully, what will be your wish?
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Oh, nothing more than what I have wished for thousands of years now. I will wipe out life across my star, once and for all.
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He falls carefully, carefully neutral at that.]
You would take everyone else with you, on your last attempt at life?
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[ There's no hesitation in the admission, although he does pause and raise a hand, idly tapping his chin with a curled finger. Thinking. ]
There is no end to me unless it all goes. The lifestream will see me reborn again and again so long as the star itself lives on in any form, and yet... [ There's something. Something he feels like he's missing. That, he isn't sure of, but, ] I admit that I did ask the one with my secret to be the one who ends me instead.
[ A strange admission. ]
I am uncertain as to why I would do such a thing. It seems unlikely that they would or even could.
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It's a tragic state of affairs, and one that he should be far more alarmed by in theory. He fumbles with his shirt, casually moving to slip it back over his head.]
So you found your missing piece already. Good to know.
...
People aren't made to live forever. It's an existence that I think many people wish for, perhaps. In fear of loss and doubt of themselves. But few would understand what a life long lived can do to you.
[Musing, perhaps. He isn't going to get into the weeds of the reinvarnation cycle if Fandaniel has made up his mind about completely removing it as some last ditch hurrah for freedom. Clearly the god plan didn't work if he though this much was necessary.]
If you could die here and be free of your cycle, then. Would you give up your wish?
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[ Or to, at least, suggest another wish. ]
To die here... would not feel like an end, either. Do those who Father chews up truly die? Or are they burned forever within Sika Madu's fires? No. I would not wish for my missing piece to end my life here. Somewhere else. Somewhere with nowhere for me to return to.
But there is more to my wish than merely my own desire. It is also a promise I meant to keep, made long ago, to the very man who inspired such nihilism within me. I would usher his soul similarly into nothingness, wherever it may rest, either within the aetherial sea or reborn anew upon the star. Complicated, is it not? To be stretched between one ending and another like this.
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It's a bit beyond my understanding. But feelings do have a tendency to transcend time.
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Is it a you from a previous life, or another soul entirely?
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[ He has no interest in delving into his old interpersonal relationships, thanks. ]
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Ahh, and here I thought I might finally be getting to know you a little.
[Shirt still in hand, he makes quick work of slipping it back up and over his head, adjusting the turtleneck to cover the seal that sits at his nape, adjusting the sleeves so nothing beyond the wrist is shown.]
The students only skirt the truth. I'd rather not entertain anything from them as gospel.
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