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Completely clean, with no flesh visibly torn from it? [Her eyebrows give that little perceptive twitch of thought he's seen once or twice.]
Because I found some in the font of holy water. It was darkly clouded with both darkness and blood, and, as you may know, it burns to the touch. I'd like to examine that effect more closely. [Hence the trip to the kitchen...for science.]
Because I found some in the font of holy water. It was darkly clouded with both darkness and blood, and, as you may know, it burns to the touch. I'd like to examine that effect more closely. [Hence the trip to the kitchen...for science.]
Mm. It's a shame that removing said gaze isn't always the cleanest of options, and redirecting that gaze requires accepting the consequences of who it will hit instead.
[A beat, as his own glass is lifted, his eyes settling on her for a little longer than usual. Hm.
He swallows, a hand going up in silent apology.]
I'm sorry to change the topic so, but - the marking, on your tongue. It's striking, isn't it?
[A beat, as his own glass is lifted, his eyes settling on her for a little longer than usual. Hm.
He swallows, a hand going up in silent apology.]
I'm sorry to change the topic so, but - the marking, on your tongue. It's striking, isn't it?
[Holy topic whiplash...he does have a rather curious mind, doesn't he?]
My Tacet Mark. [It's not so restless here with no access to her Forte, but the mention of it does make it ache and itch in her mouth.]
It's an indicator of my abilities when they are actually under my control.
My Tacet Mark. [It's not so restless here with no access to her Forte, but the mention of it does make it ache and itch in her mouth.]
It's an indicator of my abilities when they are actually under my control.
Transported there somewhat bloodlessly, somehow.
[There was a fair amount of blood in the basin and around it, but the floor was so clear...barely even a smear.]
It may react differently to living and dead tissue, as well as organic and manmade materials. [Beyond that, she just wants to know if it's truly "blessed," of course.] I may taste it for my own records.
[There was a fair amount of blood in the basin and around it, but the floor was so clear...barely even a smear.]
It may react differently to living and dead tissue, as well as organic and manmade materials. [Beyond that, she just wants to know if it's truly "blessed," of course.] I may taste it for my own records.
Same with the head... There was plenty of blood on the altar, but almost none leading to it. Perhaps a container was involved and brought somewhere else?
The water in the baptism reacts similarly, and that pool was clear of blood and debris. Perhaps that would be a good spot for a placebo test.
Though... we can save the tasting until after we've confirmed it won't react with your living tissues, I hope?
The water in the baptism reacts similarly, and that pool was clear of blood and debris. Perhaps that would be a good spot for a placebo test.
Though... we can save the tasting until after we've confirmed it won't react with your living tissues, I hope?
[Who needs 20 questions at the party when you can have 20 questions at the cafe?]
Frequencies, to be precise. [He'll likely have noticed from the name and the waveform itself that the tacet mark resembles a soundwave more than anything.]
You've seen something like it before. [Just as assumption, but she does make it rather boldly, without much of a pitch up to her already norally calm voice.]
Frequencies, to be precise. [He'll likely have noticed from the name and the waveform itself that the tacet mark resembles a soundwave more than anything.]
You've seen something like it before. [Just as assumption, but she does make it rather boldly, without much of a pitch up to her already norally calm voice.]
Of course, I'll imbibe responsibly. It's always better to measure toxicity beforehand, and I don't know what this substance is.
[They're presumably still doing a West Wing-style walk-and-talk through the campus in the midst of this discussion, and while Cantarella doesn't hesitate or stop, she does glance down at the movement of their footsteps as they go.]
They moved rather quickly, as far as I can tell. I noticed very little hint of hesitation.
[Given their last conversation, she has to make note of that with him—and question it a little bit.]
[They're presumably still doing a West Wing-style walk-and-talk through the campus in the midst of this discussion, and while Cantarella doesn't hesitate or stop, she does glance down at the movement of their footsteps as they go.]
They moved rather quickly, as far as I can tell. I noticed very little hint of hesitation.
[Given their last conversation, she has to make note of that with him—and question it a little bit.]
[Yeah u got it, they're on the move. Dorms are downstairs, after all, so Solomon's got a long way to walk.]
Mm. Speed or confidence or both. They weren't sloppy.
I don't want to jump to conclusions until I hear more of what else might have been found. Hopefully, it will give a clearer picture, even if it doesn't make the end result easier.
[Because, following the edict, they will have to have a trial. And regardles of whether their trial is successful, they will have to send someone to take the consequences. Unless a miracle happens, they do not make it out of the week with any fewer than two of their number missing.]
Mm. Speed or confidence or both. They weren't sloppy.
I don't want to jump to conclusions until I hear more of what else might have been found. Hopefully, it will give a clearer picture, even if it doesn't make the end result easier.
[Because, following the edict, they will have to have a trial. And regardles of whether their trial is successful, they will have to send someone to take the consequences. Unless a miracle happens, they do not make it out of the week with any fewer than two of their number missing.]
Unless you're familiar with a catastrophe known as the Lament or its ensuing phenmona, there's likely a divergence from your research forking early down the line. I know less than a scientist could tell you.
[Unfortunately, her experience is more on the arcane side than the research side...and she's getting the sense that he may be prone to tumbling down rabbit holes.
Perhaps another time.and if that time comes to pass, Nik is going to accept me linking a wiki page]
Isn't it a shame, though? Fairytales often have a witch. [And here she is, powerless.]
[Unfortunately, her experience is more on the arcane side than the research side...and she's getting the sense that he may be prone to tumbling down rabbit holes.
Perhaps another time.
Isn't it a shame, though? Fairytales often have a witch. [And here she is, powerless.]
[Even with everything that has happened and how pretty much everyone will probably be wanting to be Anywhere Else, Solomon can be found at the Rose Gardens, settled under the great stone arch like a vulture overtop the rest of the tower, wind catching the flow of his coat and leaving the sound of quietly clinking metal rings in the wind
His face is badly bruised in several spots, his lip split, and reddish purple markings streak up what can be seen of the top of his neck before his shirt covers the rest. But it doesn't hide the polite smile he gives towards Cantarella if he sees her.
There's not much to be happy about, after a weekend like this. But he's never liked to look further than the present for too long.]
His face is badly bruised in several spots, his lip split, and reddish purple markings streak up what can be seen of the top of his neck before his shirt covers the rest. But it doesn't hide the polite smile he gives towards Cantarella if he sees her.
There's not much to be happy about, after a weekend like this. But he's never liked to look further than the present for too long.]
[Father (or his words, at least, and his disembodied punishments) has made such a great deal over judgment that it almost feels inappropriate to place it in their hands now.
There's something bothering her about the twisted nature of his divinity, but the far more pressing matter is getting to the bottom of this action and mitigating it the best they possibly can.]
My network is not what it would be in Rinascita. We simply cannot be everywhere at once. There may be more we're missing. Have you else to add?
There's something bothering her about the twisted nature of his divinity, but the far more pressing matter is getting to the bottom of this action and mitigating it the best they possibly can.]
My network is not what it would be in Rinascita. We simply cannot be everywhere at once. There may be more we're missing. Have you else to add?
...There was flesh in the water, as well, though its origin is now in question. If the cut is as clean as you observed...
[Well, the flesh did have to come from elsewhere.
Her eyebrows flicker at the mention of clipped wings. Though it's a difficult expression to read, Solomon might be able to determine that Cantarella suspects this may actually be exactly what Father wants.]
I have set power aside before. He will soon find that I have everything I need so long as I remain myself. [That seems to be one of her final thoughts on the matter.]
[Well, the flesh did have to come from elsewhere.
Her eyebrows flicker at the mention of clipped wings. Though it's a difficult expression to read, Solomon might be able to determine that Cantarella suspects this may actually be exactly what Father wants.]
I have set power aside before. He will soon find that I have everything I need so long as I remain myself. [That seems to be one of her final thoughts on the matter.]
Confidence? [She smiles with some certainty.] If that's what you'd like to call it. But I chose to take over at matriarch of the Fisalia family and succeeded for a reason.
Everything we spoke of in our first conversation stands.
[They're probably about to the kitchen now, so it's possible they'll soon be ready to part ways.]
Everything we spoke of in our first conversation stands.
[They're probably about to the kitchen now, so it's possible they'll soon be ready to part ways.]
No pressure at all. [A shake of his head is all he needs to shut that down, as curious as he is. A topic for later, when prying will be more productive.
He chuckles lightly against his cup.]
A witch, a warlock, a graceful god. Who's meant to be the hero, I wonder, when you leave your foes without their weapons?
He chuckles lightly against his cup.]
A witch, a warlock, a graceful god. Who's meant to be the hero, I wonder, when you leave your foes without their weapons?
[That most would shy away from this place might be what brought her down—or up, rather— in the wake of the afternoon's events. There's no trace of what they saw, and Cantarella isn't sure she expected to see one. Maybe she only wanted to feel if the wind had changed at all, or if the fake sky showed any signs of splitting once again.
She smiles, too, the same level of politeness given to Solomon in return as she spots his bruised face.]
Has anyone looked at that for you?
She smiles, too, the same level of politeness given to Solomon in return as she spots his bruised face.]
Has anyone looked at that for you?
[The chuckle that spills out is laced with tired exasperation.]
Lilia dragged me by the collar all the way to the infirmary, yes. I told him I could take care of it, but he was very insistent. Stronger than I thought, too...
[He rubs at his neck gingerly, the bruising covering large portions of his throat from the front.]
You've taken care of your burns since yesterday, I hope?
Lilia dragged me by the collar all the way to the infirmary, yes. I told him I could take care of it, but he was very insistent. Stronger than I thought, too...
[He rubs at his neck gingerly, the bruising covering large portions of his throat from the front.]
You've taken care of your burns since yesterday, I hope?
[BRO WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU (at this point this is just a running meme i fear and not a real reaction in her expression)
Her actual reaction is to nod at the explanation, though the mention of the infirmary draws a bit of a darkness into her rich blue eyes. If anything, she makes note of Lilia's quick intervention in another injury...again, compares it to his usual attitude.]
Luckily, I only burned the very tip of my finger to test the strength of the water's effects. The pain was...negligible, at best. It's all well and done now.
Her actual reaction is to nod at the explanation, though the mention of the infirmary draws a bit of a darkness into her rich blue eyes. If anything, she makes note of Lilia's quick intervention in another injury...again, compares it to his usual attitude.]
Luckily, I only burned the very tip of my finger to test the strength of the water's effects. The pain was...negligible, at best. It's all well and done now.
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