[just flops back on the floor] As much as I refuse to believe in the concept, I have terrible luck. After awhile, it does all start feeling personal. And that's all you can see anymore.
Guess I don't know how to do that, make my own. But. I think it's starting to. Get better. Because even when luck isn't on my side, I have people who are.
... Oh, and I can fly now. Some. [brightens up, because she'd given up on thinking it was possible.] Been getting the hang of it.
... Yeah, sure. [stands up a bit wobbly. not hurt anymore, just leg gone a bit numb from sitting on it, shakes it out.] Figured out that I can only really manage it when I'm not worrying about everything.
What? No, I don't think there's any fairy glitter involved... [lifts a few inches off the ground, thinking that he likes her~ and that it's sad that he doesn't know wha- oops, her toes touch the ground again.] ... Dangit.
Yeah, I squished Steven and he kept yelling about something called Totoro. I don't know how we're from the same world. [should she try again or is that embarrassing...? no she can't give into those sorts of thoughts.
deep breath, stares down at the squishmallow very intently!]
Ah, that's true. [forming a very cute mental picture in her mind of him marchwaddling along.] What's his name? Or is it too Norwegian to pronounce? [she's pretty sure that's one of the languages where the letters look keyboard smashed.]
Mmn, I figured out it's not really a function of the rest of my abili- shh, science. [smiles, clearly teasing. has absolutely no physics explanation for how this works.] Is it? I thought plenty of people could fly.
... [considers. storybooks, huh. a lazy little twirl.] Neat.
So I didn't steal it off anyone? Because that's what [pause, wrinkles her nose] the slaver told me she did. Caught powers off another passenger. Is that common? Am I going to become infectious? [asking because she doesn't want her shittyass quantum condition rubbing off on anyone. like Fio or Peter or... what the fuck would it do to Max? glitch him out beyond function?
Sometimes, magic can be a bit of a... [waves hand vaguely] folie à deux situation. I wouldn't worry about it.
[a particularly unkind smile] And I wouldn't give much attention to what that one says. Many who arrive here come to the completely incorrect conclusion that this reality follows the rules of their own, but it's rare to find one so aggressively obstinate about being wrong.
I certainly trust you more than I do her. [so will try to take 'infecting others' off her list of things to worry about, comes up with new ones by the hour anyway.]
Probably better that she remains uncorrected. [enjoys letting people be wrong rather than providing them with more information to further their agendas. mostly didn't like her mentioning Maximilien as a thing to factor in or figure out.]
[that's quite a topic pivot, but she understands wanting to get away from Erin completely. usually he lets her lead the conversation, so actually bringing up his own question... one that feels this important, is surprising enough that she's momentarily more hung up on that than a possible answer.]
Hm. Hiram get old? [peers a bit closely, trying to get a vibe.] I like Casimir.
Now, let's say Casimir leaves this reality. Goes to a new one. Lives an entirely different life from the one he'd had before. No magic. No servitors. Maybe he becomes an accountant. Gets married. Learns to play the accordion. Things of that nature.
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... Oh, and I can fly now. Some. [brightens up, because she'd given up on thinking it was possible.] Been getting the hang of it.
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... Can I see?
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[hes helping]
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deep breath, stares down at the squishmallow very intently!]
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keeps just standing there.] It worked earlier.
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Norway knighted a penguin. He's a brigadier in their army.
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... Another magic system integrated. Fascinating.
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Mmn, I figured out it's not really a function of the rest of my abili- shh, science. [smiles, clearly teasing. has absolutely no physics explanation for how this works.] Is it? I thought plenty of people could fly.
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So I didn't steal it off anyone? Because that's what [pause, wrinkles her nose] the slaver told me she did. Caught powers off another passenger. Is that common? Am I going to become infectious? [asking because she doesn't want her shittyass quantum condition rubbing off on anyone. like Fio or Peter or... what the fuck would it do to Max? glitch him out beyond function?
lands a bit roughly on her feet.]
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[a particularly unkind smile] And I wouldn't give much attention to what that one says. Many who arrive here come to the completely incorrect conclusion that this reality follows the rules of their own, but it's rare to find one so aggressively obstinate about being wrong.
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Probably better that she remains uncorrected. [enjoys letting people be wrong rather than providing them with more information to further their agendas. mostly didn't like her mentioning Maximilien as a thing to factor in or figure out.]
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[a short pause]
If you were to give me a name, what would it be?
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Hm. Hiram get old? [peers a bit closely, trying to get a vibe.] I like Casimir.
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[just wanted to get that out there. moving on.]
Now, let's say Casimir leaves this reality. Goes to a new one. Lives an entirely different life from the one he'd had before. No magic. No servitors. Maybe he becomes an accountant. Gets married. Learns to play the accordion. Things of that nature.
Are Casimir and the Captain different people?
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... Does Casimir remember being the Captain, and make decisions based on past experiences from this reality?
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