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[decohere]

Oh! A small startle of surprise. More that he appeared at all than how he appeared.

"Boo." Predictable but a classic.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[a wide grin]

"Boo" who?

[decohere]

"Aw, I was hoping you'd be happier to see me."

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[YES, classic. good times.]

I'll assume you're here for something other than knock-knock jokes. [as much as he wishes....]

[decohere]

"Perhaps," holds up her tote bag and gives it a little shake. It's full, but clearly not all that heavy. "But which one is your favorite?"

[sictransitgloriamundi]

"Owls say," definitely. [but, attention entirely transfixed by the bag.]

[decohere]

"Oh that one is cute."

It's a pretty neat bag. It's the tote she smuggled lobsters in. But don't worry, it's been through the wash since.

"Well I know you were having a bad month, what with all that rain. So I thought maybe you'd like an... offering, of sorts."

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[under any under circumstances he'd scorn her for having Sentiment but mystery bag mystery bag mystery bag]

What is it?

[decohere]

Ava reaches in and plucks out a tiny paper crane to hold out in the palm of her hand for his inspection, made from the page of a very specific book. She's been making them on and off for awhile now.

"Guess how many."

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[cocks head]

It can't be a thousand; you all haven't been here that long. [how long have y'all been here, two weeks? three years? idk something between that.]

[decohere]

Drops it right back into the bag, he doesn't seem all that interested.

"You're right, it's not a thousand. I ran out of pages."

Scuffs her foot against the floor. "Three hundred and thirty two." Battle Royale had 666 pages, front and back, and she'd given one to Friday.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Not enough for a wish, then. [shrugs] Still. Three hundred and thirty two more than I could do, without magic.

[decohere]

A bit of a sad, discouraged puff of air. "Got any other reading recommendations, then?"

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[pause]

For you to... turn into art projects?

[decohere]

"Nevermind."

She drops the tote bag, some of the cranes spilling out, and makes her escape through the floor.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[...

shrugs. sits down. picks up two of the cranes.



makes them kiss.]

[decohere]

After a long second of having to remind herself that running away every time a conversation doesn't go her way doesn't get her anywhere, Ava peeks the top of her head up back through, brows furrowed and hands clutching at the floor to keep her stabilized.

And then flicks one of the cranes at the Captain. She'd use her words, but her mouth is in the floor so not exactly useful at the moment.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

And they call me childish.

[absolutely still just moving the cranes around like he's playing dolls with them.]

[decohere]

Well. Skulduggery did call her such a child recently. But who has time for being mature. That's for people with boring 9-5s and 401ks and got to actually grow up in a way conducive to being a functional adult. Her eyes roll in response.

She stays mostly submerged in the floor, but does reach an arm out as she dances another crane a bit closer to where he sits, tipping it nose down with careful balance. Then sets another next to it, similarly positioned like they're bowing, or praying.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he watches for a moment, head tilted. then, he takes his two cranes and has them join the others, similarly positioned.]

[decohere]

"What kind of god do you want to be?" she asks, still carefully arranging the cranes around him. She's propped up on her elbows now, legs swinging back and forth below the surface.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

One with universal power. It's never been done before, as far as I can tell. The supreme being of one reality will always be able to find one where they're weak... I won't settle for that.

[beat] Other than that, I'm not really picky.

[decohere]

She nods along as if this is perfectly reasonable. "Right, because each reality seems to function by different sorts of laws," she gives the bag a little shake to spill more of the cranes out, continuing to arrange them.

"But here everything seems to... work simultaneously without any contradiction," so she's observed from her conversations with the magic users and their differing sources and systems. "So is there a deeper universal principle, or is that something you made possible within this... pocket dimension?"

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Chaos. If that counts as a principle. It's a school of magical thought that almost requires combining drastically different systems and seeing what happens. It's been... [vague hand gesture] conducive enough.

[decohere]

"A bit like entropy?" Ava asks, because that's something she understands well enough. "That makes sense, given the scope of your goal. We're representatives of different power systems, and you're seeking control of them all. Run us through a few scenarios, apply some pressure, observe the outcomes. It's quite scientific of you." Mostly because he dared call her magic before.

"But given you limited mine... I think you've already proven your own power superior to ours, at least within the confines of your sigils. Contained systems are much easier to maintain. So what..." Ava turns one single crane away from the Captain, because you always need a rebel.

"What is it that you're missing?"