Ephebe laughed. "Of course not. Especially not with Mom being pregnant. Neither of them would risk it. But there would be a great deal of shouting, and I most people wouldn't want to get near that. Frightful presence and all that. Especially when they're upset. And I'm not certain that both of them wouldn't lash out at any bystanders unlucky enough to get too close."
"I should hope not. I don't think I've ever seen Ryleh truly angry, and I don't think I'd want to. I know how I get, I can just imagine her being much worse.
I'm sure your father could talk some sense into your mother. He seems to calm her."
"I can see objects of substance through sound, touch, vibration, heat variation, granularity, and air particles. Because of that, I am completely immune to illusions. Which can be somewhat of a disadvantage." Almost as if to demonstrate his point, Djalos smoothly gets up and nods in the direction of Keme.
"Well, alright then. I'll keep that in mind....er.....but not immune to auditory illusions then? Out of pure curiosity, of course," he said dryly as he led the way to the basement music rooms.
Djalos appears to think for a moment while following Keme. "That depends. Most auditory illusions are created by casters who have no real experience with fluid dynamics and sound waves. They sound inherently fake, and if the sound is going directly into my mind, I can automatically detect it because it doesn't move the air particles. However, more powerful casters can make it sound more real, either through intense study and application of physical principles or instinct and experience."
Ephebe laughed. "Of course not. Especially not with Mom being pregnant. Neither of them would risk it. But there would be a great deal of shouting, and I most people wouldn't want to get near that. Frightful presence and all that. Especially when they're upset. And I'm not certain that both of them wouldn't lash out at any bystanders unlucky enough to get too close.""I should hope not. I don't think I've ever seen Ryleh truly angry, and I don't think I'd want to. I know how I get, I can just imagine her being much worse.
I'm sure your father could talk some sense into your mother. He seems to calm her."
"Yeah, pretty sure that he's the only one she'll listen to. Honestly, I think she's scared. I don't blame her. I am too. The Empire is probably going to find us within the next few months. And the universe is probably going to end in at most five years. Unless I can fix it. So there's a lot to be scared about. She just needs to get it through her head that she isn't responsible for single-handedly fixing it. I know, I know, so ironic coming from me."
Djalos appears to think for a moment while following Keme. "That depends. Most auditory illusions are created by casters who have no real experience with fluid dynamics and sound waves. They sound inherently fake, and if the sound is going directly into my mind, I can automatically detect it because it doesn't move the air particles. However, more powerful casters can make it sound more real, either through intense study and application of physical principles or instinct and experience."
"So noted," Keme said thoughtfully. "I will keep that information in mind."
"Okay," he said, flipping the light switch on in an unoccupied music room. "Here we go. There are several of these rooms actually. They're all similarly equipped. You just use whichever one isn't currently in use. You should be able to find the other rooms pretty easily based on what you described to me about how you navigate. They're all along this same corridor here that I led you to. They almost never move. Only for special events if there's something big going on in the basement."
Once Miss Jones was finished with her examination of Tryko'Sam, Maya dragged him off determined to get answers based on what Miss Jones had been able to find out. Andromeda bid them a cheerful farewell, satisfied that she had done her good deed for the evening.
And now she had another promise to keep.
She teleported to a strange room....no, a hangar bay of some sort....underneath the school? Well, close enough. She was standing on the deck of a ship. Ah, and there was Dave.
"Hey. Nice boat. This yours? I...probably should have asked before just popping in. Sorry. Sometimes I just sort of get ahead of myself. I really should let my brain catch up before I act. Umm....so I can just go if you'd rather..."
"Thank you." Djalos takes a step forward, then pauses for a moment, apparently collecting his blindsight. He then strides towards the viola, and picks it up.
Slowly, tentatively, he draws the bow across the strings, making a horrible screeching sound. He winces slightly, then tries again. Slightly better. Then he begins trying in earnest, starting to sound like a beginner.
Dave laughs warmly at her opening statement as he puts down a gilded tool of some sort. "by all means, the more the merrier, you're welcome join me for a bit. You went through the trouble of teleporting in here, I might as well play host here, and yes, this is my ship, a spell jamming vessel in fact, or as Tybalt would probably put it, it's my "space boat""
Over the radio: "Fido to Boss. Something is wrong at base. It's blocking radio signals in the area. Grunt and Spitfire already went in to investigate. I've parked the shuttle near town. The interference doesn't stretch this far. Phoenix and I planning to go in on foot, in a manner of speaking. The field doesn't stop telepathic communication though, so you should still be able to keep in contact with us that way."
"Should we meet up with...Fido and Phoenix and approach in numbers, or should we come in from a different location to better reconnoiter the situation?" Fei asks over the open channel as they are making their way back to Kuros.
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Dave laughs warmly at her opening statement as he puts down a gilded tool of some sort. "by all means, the more the merrier, you're welcome join me for a bit. You went through the trouble of teleporting in here, I might as well play host here, and yes, this is my ship, a spell jamming vessel in fact, or as Tybalt would probably put it, it's my "space boat""
"Wait, seriously? This thing flies in space? How does that even work? How do you keep the air from escaping? How does it stay pressurized? How does it even stay aloft to get that kind of alitiude? How does it not burn up on re-entry?" She asked questions rapid-fire as she paced around the deck, trying to figure out this crazy ship.
"Thank you." Djalos takes a step forward, then pauses for a moment, apparently collecting his blindsight. He then strides towards the viola, and picks it up.
Slowly, tentatively, he draws the bow across the strings, making a horrible screeching sound. He winces slightly, then tries again. Slightly better. Then he begins trying in earnest, starting to sound like a beginner.
Keme winced, his ears flattening against his head. "I, uh, think I'll just go then. Since you have this well in hand and all."
Over the radio: "Fido to Boss. Something is wrong at base. It's blocking radio signals in the area. Grunt and Spitfire already went in to investigate. I've parked the shuttle near town. The interference doesn't stretch this far. Phoenix and I planning to go in on foot, in a manner of speaking. The field doesn't stop telepathic communication though, so you should still be able to keep in contact with us that way.""Should we meet up with...Fido and Phoenix and approach in numbers, or should we come in from a different location to better reconnoiter the situation?" Fei asks over the open channel as they are making their way back to Kuros.
"I've got contact with control now. Er, still no radio, but telepathic contact. They are under lockdown, but so far unaffected by whatever this is. So I think we need to concentrate our efforts. Meet up with Fido and Phoenix and go in in force. Hopefully hostile action will not be required, but if it is we don't want to be working at cross purposes," Jiminy replied.
Dave laughs warmly at her opening statement as he puts down a gilded tool of some sort. "by all means, the more the merrier, you're welcome join me for a bit. You went through the trouble of teleporting in here, I might as well play host here, and yes, this is my ship, a spell jamming vessel in fact, or as Tybalt would probably put it, it's my "space boat"""Wait, seriously? This thing flies in space? How does that even work? How do you keep the air from escaping? How does it stay pressurized? How does it even stay aloft to get that kind of alitiude? How does it not burn up on re-entry?" She asked questions rapid-fire as she paced around the deck, trying to figure out this crazy ship.
Dave is seriously getting a kick out of her questions, well, to put it simply, normally yes but it's damaged, magic, Gravity affecting magic, it doesn't, magic, and it re-enters relatively slowly, but in all seriousness this thing is something of a work of art, I've been fixing it for years and I still don't know all of how it works, the drive core is ridiculously old and enchanted in a way that isn't generally practiced any more, so finding references on how it works is a tad tough, And when you do find them they're usually in weird and/or mostly dead languages like Gith or Old High Netheril or whatever, the library here has been a real boon, not to mention the supply materials, I'm used to having to sell off old feathers or sell my services to pay for crafting materials" he bends over to pick up bit of gold and a soldering iron designed for runic engravings "now then, did you come here to marvel at my equipment or was there another reason for your visit, don't get me wrong, I'm all for the marveling, if a pretty girl as smart as you wants to hang out and talk shop I'm not one to turn her down"
"I've got contact with control now. Er, still no radio, but telepathic contact. They are under lockdown, but so far unaffected by whatever this is. So I think we need to concentrate our efforts. Meet up with Fido and Phoenix and go in in force. Hopefully hostile action will not be required, but if it is we don't want to be working at cross purposes," Jiminy replied.
"Understood. Fido, Phoenix - we are coming to you now," Fei replies as he nods to Ardiente, inputting the coordinates so they can rendezvous with the other shuttle.
"Will you be joining us, Boss, or returning to Control? And will we need to join another telepathic collective before proceeding in?"
Dave is seriously getting a kick out of her questions, "well, to put it simply, normally yes but it's damaged, magic, Gravity affecting magic, it doesn't, magic, and it re-enters relatively slowly, but in all seriousness this thing is something of a work of art, I've been fixing it for years and I still don't know all of how it works, the drive core is ridiculously old and enchanted in a way that isn't generally practiced any more, so finding references on how it works is a tad tough, And when you do find them they're usually in weird and/or mostly dead languages like Gith or Old High Netheril or whatever, the library here has been a real boon, not to mention the supply materials, I'm used to having to sell off old feathers or sell my services to pay for crafting materials" he bends over to pick up bit of gold and a soldering iron designed for runic engravings "now then, did you come here to marvel at my equipment or was there another reason for your visit, don't get me wrong, I'm all for the marveling, if a pretty girl as smart as you wants to hang out and talk shop I'm not one to turn her down"Dave laughs warmly at her opening statement as he puts down a gilded tool of some sort. "by all means, the more the merrier, you're welcome join me for a bit. You went through the trouble of teleporting in here, I might as well play host here, and yes, this is my ship, a spell jamming vessel in fact, or as Tybalt would probably put it, it's my "space boat"""Wait, seriously? This thing flies in space? How does that even work? How do you keep the air from escaping? How does it stay pressurized? How does it even stay aloft to get that kind of alitiude? How does it not burn up on re-entry?" She asked questions rapid-fire as she paced around the deck, trying to figure out this crazy ship.
"Well, you have a short memory," she said, laughing. "You're the one who asked me if we could hang out this evening, you know. I told you we could. So here I am. Sorry it took so long, but Tryko'Sam was in real trouble and needed help. Not like I was going to just abandon him."
"Anyways, I'm not much help with magical stuff. Well, aside from the odd clerical spell. I grew up around mechanical stuff, so I know the basics of how that works. But magic is not my forte. Not really sure what my forte even is, to be honest. But I can usually help with historical research. Let's just say I have access to the very best tool for that. Being Champion of Time had to have some benefit," she added with a grin.
"I've got contact with control now. Er, still no radio, but telepathic contact. They are under lockdown, but so far unaffected by whatever this is. So I think we need to concentrate our efforts. Meet up with Fido and Phoenix and go in in force. Hopefully hostile action will not be required, but if it is we don't want to be working at cross purposes," Jiminy replied."Understood. Fido, Phoenix - we are coming to you now," Fei replies as he nods to Ardiente, inputting the coordinates so they can rendezvous with the other shuttle.
"Will you be joining us, Boss, or returning to Control? And will we need to join another telepathic collective before proceeding in?"
"I'll be joining you. Whatever we're dealing with has been messing with my factories. I'm taking a personal interest, as it were," he said in that breezy tone that meant that he was actually quite serious about something.
"Oh sorry, I've been a tad distracted lately, it's not often someone comes by without purpose, well except for Tybalt, but that's different... Anyway, mechanics and divine magic eh? I always thought dragons were supposed to use either sorcery or psionics, but hey, that's still cool, very useful, and nothing I've ever been any good at... I mean I've tried to learn the whole mechanics but it isn't exactly easy for me. It doesn't come naturally as magic does"
"Oh sorry, I've been a tad distracted lately, it's not often someone comes by without purpose, well except for Tybalt, but that's different... Anyway, mechanics and divine magic eh? I always thought dragons were supposed to use either sorcery or psionics, but hey, that's still cool, very useful, and nothing I've ever been any good at... I mean I've tried to learn the whole mechanics but it isn't exactly easy for me. It doesn't come naturally as magic does"
"Well, I'm hardly an expert at mechanics, but you don't grow up around my mom without learning the basics. If you want psionics, talk to Grandma. Or Taron. Sometimes Jiminy. But Jiminy can do a little bit of everything. But if you need help with mechanics, I can probably help. As long as its not more complex than building a firearm from parts anyways. Basically I'm trying to keep expectations low here. I'm not really much of an expert in anything really. Well, I guess maybe temporal physics. I guess I qualify as an expert in that."
"I think there's some kind of temporal BS magics in the drive core of these ships, they can go basically anywhere in a week or less, often even other demiplanes, and some of them seemed to point to folding space/time"
"I don't know why but I find the concept of a clerical, gunsmith dragon very amusing"
"I'll be joining you. Whatever we're dealing with has been messing with my factories. I'm taking a personal interest, as it were," he said in that breezy tone that meant that he was actually quite serious about something.
"Should we notify the local authorities before we enter, in case the issue turns out to be more dangerous than inconvenient?"
"Yeah, pretty sure that he's the only one she'll listen to. Honestly, I think she's scared. I don't blame her. I am too. The Empire is probably going to find us within the next few months. And the universe is probably going to end in at most five years. Unless I can fix it. So there's a lot to be scared about. She just needs to get it through her head that she isn't responsible for single-handedly fixing it. I know, I know, so ironic coming from me."
"Very, but it's one of the things I love about you, so long as you don't let it consume you. You really believe the Empire to be that close?"
"Mostly building two, I reckon. Though I guess there was some activity in building one. And the light were flickering in building three, so I'm guessing the varmints got in there too. As far as the local constabulary is concerned, well, for one, I'm not sure if they've hired any replacements yet, but whatever help comes from town won't be here for at least another quarter of an hour, and that's if someone ran quickly for help. Folks weren't running much after they got out of the buildings. More like confused ambling."
He nods.
"Thank you for your help. There could be gunfire involved soon, so you may want to head to town.Scorch, can you see if you can get an ETA from Fido or Boss. If it's not soon, let's scout out the nearest building."
Scorch, can you see if you can get an ETA from Fido or Boss. If it's not soon, let's scout out the nearest building."
"I think there's some kind of temporal BS magics in the drive core of these ships, they can go basically anywhere in a week or less, often even other demiplanes, and some of them seemed to point to folding space/time"
"A week? That's remarkably inefficient. Straight up teleportation gets you there faster. So does folding space/time. Are you sure that they're functioning correctly. Because that just sounds ridiculously slow to me."
"I get the interest in firearms from my dad. And I'm not sure why the concept is amusing to you. Is it because it doesn't match the stereotype of what you think a dragon should be? Cause mostly dragons are like everyone else. You know, individual. Our particular type of dragon is very, very individual. It's why, historically speaking, we always get into so much trouble," she said with a shrug.
"I'll be joining you. Whatever we're dealing with has been messing with my factories. I'm taking a personal interest, as it were," he said in that breezy tone that meant that he was actually quite serious about something."Should we notify the local authorities before we enter, in case the issue turns out to be more dangerous than inconvenient?"
"Uh, I think right now I am the local authority," Jiminy said sheepishly. "I mean, aside from the fact that it's my factory, there isn't actually a functioning government in Kuros right now. Dennis is over there trying to help them get things running again, but...I'm kind of unofficially in charge for now, I guess. If things go truly horribly wrong, Fi can send a rescue party from the school. Since they're more equipped to fight stuff than the town is. I'm kinda of keeping a running commentary going so she's up to date on exactly what's going on."
"Very, but it's one of the things I love about you, so long as you don't let it consume you. You really believe the Empire to be that close?""Yeah, pretty sure that he's the only one she'll listen to. Honestly, I think she's scared. I don't blame her. I am too. The Empire is probably going to find us within the next few months. And the universe is probably going to end in at most five years. Unless I can fix it. So there's a lot to be scared about. She just needs to get it through her head that she isn't responsible for single-handedly fixing it. I know, I know, so ironic coming from me."
She sighed. "Yeah. I know they are. Dangers of time travel, knowing too much. Events are in flux right now, and more and more so with every change I make, but that one just won't go away. The only thing that changes is the date that it happens. But it will happen soon."
"No no I mean the image of you trying to use guns while you're enormous and have claws for hands while wearing a clerical smock just seems rediculous, and I take offense to your calling this means of transport inefficient you could carry an enormous number of people or equipment relative to how much a teleportation could take you, and it'd be potentially be to somewhere farther, all while riding in style..... Or I could be misreading something... If that's the case, here's where I will improve of melenia old designs" he says determinedly
"Mostly building two, I reckon. Though I guess there was some activity in building one. And the light were flickering in building three, so I'm guessing the varmints got in there too. As far as the local constabulary is concerned, well, for one, I'm not sure if they've hired any replacements yet, but whatever help comes from town won't be here for at least another quarter of an hour, and that's if someone ran quickly for help. Folks weren't running much after they got out of the buildings. More like confused ambling."He nods.
"Thank you for your help. There could be gunfire involved soon, so you may want to head to town.
Spitfire, can you see if you can get an ETA from Fido or Boss. If it's not soon, let's scout out the nearest building."
Elektra tilted her head to the side as if listening to something. "Everyone is meeting up and coming in from one location. They'll be here in five. No more than ten minutes. We should scout things out while we wait."
"No no I mean the image of you trying to use guns while you're enormous and have claws for hands while wearing a clerical smock just seems rediculous, and I take offense to your calling this means of transport inefficient you could carry an enormous number of people or equipment relative to how much a teleportation could take you, and it'd be potentially be to somewhere farther, all while riding in style..... Or I could be misreading something... If that's the case, here's where I will improve of melenia old designs" he says determinedly
"Pfft. I have never worn a clerical smock in my life. It would look ridiculous in either form. And of course I'm not going to use guns while in dragon form. The thumbs just aren't properly made for it. And who are you calling enormous, buddy? I'm way too young to be enormous. I'm like the size of a horse."
"And as far as what you're saying about efficiency, all I have to say to that is starcaster. It's the thing that powers spaceships, allows instant jumps between different regions of space. Mom made a small version, well also a medium small version that can be used for a shuttle or smaller craft, but a very small version that can be worn by a person. Very useful. Puts teleportation to shame with the sheer distances it can cover. Thankfully the Empire doesn't have that technology yet. They still only have the big ones for very big spaceships. Anyhow, a week is very inefficient when you compare it with what a starcaster can do. That's what I meant."
"Oh because horses are the epitome of petite" he says raising his eyebrow at her "I've never heard of star casters.... It seems my sources are a tad out of date... Well... I suppose I could try to incorporate some kind of derrative enchantments based on that... But even if they're incompatabable... I'll still work on this thing... It's been in my family for generations, and I don't think you need to tell you that that tends to be a rather long time" he says as his eyes shift from their human like shape to thwir more icy draconic slitted form.
The oddly sonorous chime sound that, apparently on impulse, accompanies a certain tuxedo patterned catguy rings through a few meters away from conversing pair. Dave had learned the sound, but still isn't entirely sure what causes it. The possibilities he's narrowed it down to are that it's a courtesy he had adopted or that it was the settling of his jewelry on arrival, as it notably missing any time the playful cat has attempted to surprise the far too perceptive hybrid.
Despite the reasons as to how or why, the chime sound is followed by the shifting of things in a cardboard box and the teenage and well accented voice.
"Hey shiny. I brought some of the stuff for the robe and watch switching thing. I got the candles and some- oh, uh, should I come back another time?"
He seems surprised to see anyone else there as turns the corner around the boat, approaching the gang plank and seeing someone in addition to who he expected. He stops half way through shuffling through some strange herbs as he looks up to see the other dragon there.
Today he's wearing a black v-neck shirt and some loose fitting pants in a patchwork style, obviously self made incuding the fact that nothing has any seams. Layered over is his usual and ever changing set of jewelry.
"Don't worry about it, this here is a new friend, her name is Andromeda. Andromeda I'd like you to meet my best friend Tybalt. Tybs, this here is my newest friend Andromeda. We met when she threw an unconscious dragon at me." He looks the cat boy up and down "you look nice... You make that?"
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"That is sooo not what happened," Andromeda sputtered. "Jasper threw Vashti at you. I just shot you. A couple of times. But you were trying to do something universe endingly stupid at the time, so, there's that.....You know that actually sounds worse. I probably should have just let your joke stand and not corrected it....Ummm.....nice to meet you, Tybalt. Sorry that I'm made of awkward. I swear I'm not a psychopath," she said with what she hoped was a convincing smile.
The feline fella nods to Andromeda as they're introduced and does his best not to make a goof of himself when Dave glances at him with the dragon eyes on and complements him. "Oh, uh, thanks. Ya, I made these. They're more comfortable without seams, but not many people make them this way, so I do them. I could do some for you if you want." He does keep his cool for the most part, but can't help the slight tinge of blue on his white cheeks and the flick of his tail he gets when he's trying not to be awkward. He tries.
"Nice to meet you. Sorry if I don't shake hands, but trust me when I say you don't want that either."
He raises an eyebrow at the conditions the two met under, but isn't surprised by too many things since he started school here. Or really before that even from things he saw in his travels beforehand.
"Well, I'm glad you two've worked out your differences? And trust me when I say you're in good company. I've been the king of awkward for quite a while... Or I guess prince technically, since I'm not married, obviously... Well, not officially despite that one thing happening on... where was it again?... A very warm planet. I can't remember the name."
"I can vouch for her not being a psychopath and for my having made the mistake, though I don't regret my actions, they were the best ones I could make with the information avalible at the time, and if I hadn't made those mistakes I wouldn't have met Andromeda.... My patron also claims to have baited me into coming by telling me to stay away from you, Andromeda, but really I just was trying to save Tybalt... Who I later learned wasn't even in trouble...." He blushes slightly and tries to cover that by taking the tool in his hand and embossing a rune of gold into the siding of the ship "anyway Tybalt, you know I'll always accept any clothing gifts from you, I've rarely found your equal in that regard, nd never for the prices you tend to charge."
"Uh, I think right now I am the local authority," Jiminy said sheepishly. "I mean, aside from the fact that it's my factory, there isn't actually a functioning government in Kuros right now. Dennis is over there trying to help them get things running again, but...I'm kind of unofficially in charge for now, I guess. If things go truly horribly wrong, Fi can send a rescue party from the school. Since they're more equipped to fight stuff than the town is. I'm kinda of keeping a running commentary going so she's up to date on exactly what's going on."
"That is Good to know. We should be landing in two minutes," Fei replies as he readies disembark the shuttle.
Elektra tilted her head to the side as if listening to something. "Everyone is meeting up and coming in from one location. They'll be here in five. No more than ten minutes. We should scout things out while we wait."
"Alright, let's go."
She sighed. "Yeah. I know they are. Dangers of time travel, knowing too much. Events are in flux right now, and more and more so with every change I make, but that one just won't go away. The only thing that changes is the date that it happens. But it will happen soon."
"So many will die...it's shame." you're pretty sure he's talking about Empire forces, more than Agarthans.
"I can vouch for her not being a psychopath and for my having made the mistake, though I don't regret my actions, they were the best ones I could make with the information avalible at the time, and if I hadn't made those mistakes I wouldn't have met Andromeda.... My patron also claims to have baited me into coming by telling me to stay away from you, Andromeda, but really I just was trying to save Tybalt... Who I later learned wasn't even in trouble...." He blushes slightly and tries to cover that by taking the tool in his hand and embossing a rune of gold into the siding of the ship "anyway Tybalt, you know I'll always accept any clothing gifts from you, I've rarely found your equal in that regard, nd never for the prices you tend to charge."
"Oh, no worries. I've been the version of me that talked you into it, and I can tell you she's all kinds of trouble. Very manipulative. Growing up as an only child was definitely not good for her. Still not really sure why she was on the other side, though. I mean, if you're on the same side as Aurix, that's a pretty good sign that you are on the wrong side."
"Ummm.......anyways..... uhhh, you make clothes, Tybalt. That's pretty cool. Not a skill I've ever mastered. I mean I can alter clothes no problem. Enchant them easily. But making them from scratch tends to end with awkward things like the tutu that was only fluffy on one side. So I totally respoect being able to make actually wearable clothes from scratch."
"So many will die...it's shame." you're pretty sure he's talking about Empire forces, more than Agarthans.
She sighed. "Yeah. I know they are. Dangers of time travel, knowing too much. Events are in flux right now, and more and more so with every change I make, but that one just won't go away. The only thing that changes is the date that it happens. But it will happen soon."
"Unfortunately that's how war works. You have to hit the point of unacceptable losses before negotiation will even be considered," she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I expect that sort of attitude in hell, but it is just sad how often it's just the same on the prime material. I say quite ironically, considering."
"I can vouch for her not being a psychopath and for my having made the mistake, though I don't regret my actions, they were the best ones I could make with the information avalible at the time, and if I hadn't made those mistakes I wouldn't have met Andromeda.... My patron also claims to have baited me into coming by telling me to stay away from you, Andromeda, but really I just was trying to save Tybalt... Who I later learned wasn't even in trouble...." He blushes slightly and tries to cover that by taking the tool in his hand and embossing a rune of gold into the siding of the ship "anyway Tybalt, you know I'll always accept any clothing gifts from you, I've rarely found your equal in that regard, nd never for the prices you tend to charge.""Oh, no worries. I've been the version of me that talked you into it, and I can tell you she's all kinds of trouble. Very manipulative. Growing up as an only child was definitely not good for her. Still not really sure why she was on the other side, though. I mean, if you're on the same side as Aurix, that's a pretty good sign that you are on the wrong side."
"Ummm.......anyways..... uhhh, you make clothes, Tybalt. That's pretty cool. Not a skill I've ever mastered. I mean I can alter clothes no problem. Enchant them easily. But making them from scratch tends to end with awkward things like the tutu that was only fluffy on one side. So I totally respoect being able to make actually wearable clothes from scratch."
"I'm gonna need to know more about this Aurix guy, I like to know who's pulling the strings, makes it easier to burn them if need be, but yeah, Tybalt's great with clothes, and not a bad enchanter, we've recently got it in our heads to transfer the enchantments in my robe into a metal watch or bracer... It'd have to be my left arm, as my right is currently occupied by this little snake homoculous here,"
"Unfortunately that's how war works. You have to hit the point of unacceptable losses before negotiation will even be considered," she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I expect that sort of attitude in hell, but it is just sad how often it's just the same on the prime material. I say quite ironically, considering."
"I know...just not looking forward to it."
When Dave blushes, Tybalt does as well, putting one hand on his hip and the other behind his head, looking away. Maybe the two would have to settle for being vice-chairmen of the Awkward kingdom, at least in regards to each other. His hand positions leave the cardboard box hanging ponderously in the air for a moment before he catches himself and picks it back up, disappearing for half a second and back again without the box of magic supplies.
"Oh, no problem. I like making presents. And it hardly costs me anything to make, not with all the supplies I get here. Even when I want other tools, I totally don't save up your stray feathers to buy them. Especially not that pair of adamanite scissors I saw in the market the other day..."
He looks left and right, making it obvious that he was 'lying' with the intention of it being obvious.
"I could teach you how to make clothes if it's something you're interested in. The nice stuff like this I use Mending magic to stick fabric back together along the edges. It takes a lot of practice to keep it from just turning back into the sheet you start with. But I can teach you how to do it the regular way too. Maybe you could show me some of your enchanting work in exchange. I've been looking deeper into it now that I have supplies and I'm in one place for more than a couple days."
He moves a couple tools over and takes a seat on a work bench. "So, you were involved in the champion thing last week? I still feel bad about not being able to help. It was like my first day on the job and I'm in the infirmary for the big thing going down."
"Heh, if it makes you feel better, you were the reason I left for it. That's kinda like being involved... You were just the first one incapacitated by the fight"