❰ truthfully, he's not so naïve that fairness factors into anything. he's had enough experience in life at this point to know that to be the harsh truth. it doesn't make him any less sore about it all.
he'd like to respond that it wouldn't be the same, and that it's an added insult to injury that the whole project had basically just been finished, and starting again would be the most frustrating thing in the world. more than anything, though, the worst part is that as of right now, he doesn't want to have to start all over again here. if their asgard house was destroyed, at least he could feel better about rebuilding there. right now, the pointlessness of it all will drag him down if he doesn't keep the current task at hand in mind. ❱
Hopefully there's something of similar size that we can just take over — and there isn't a big to-do about who gets to claim what. ❰ because then a fit will be thrown. and the more he talks, the more he feels like maybe he can distance himself from being upset. ❱ I don't know how I feel about living in a tree, but that's the least of my complaints. I can't imagine the whole thing not falling apart in the slightest storm, though.
( there won't be a big to-do. lalli is pretty sure that he's still able to set up his knife runes here, even if he needs to gather more knives to fill them with. he'd probably start with rocks in this case, anyway - and how many people are really going to fight for a house that throws rocks at them just for coming too close?
which reminds him of something he hasn't yet told emil: ) I think I'm a mage again. ( a flicker of his brow, almost but not quite a scowl - and he rephrases. )Noita. Like I was before Asgard. ( he glances to emil, maybe to gauge his reaction, before his eyes turn back to the path ahead. ) Don't know if my gods can hear me, but... they feel closer, here.
❰ the information makes emil blink, sinking back into rules of living and being he hadn't considered for quite some time. alternatively, it also reminds him of this oddly-shaped cavity that leaves a hole inside that he feels odd about circling. this absence of self, while also still feeling...there? not so concentrated, but instead more so against all of his skin. emil brushed it away as the heebie-jeebies, maybe some mild irritation after being ground into the dirt.
having to address the absence of magic is one of the ways he hasn't ever had to describe or think about it. ❱
Is that why I feel different? My Tyr magic is gone? ❰ perhaps things have totally reversed. his cuff still dangles against his wrist, though the sheen and sense of power it once provided him is gone. ❱ They mentioned magic, but...is this what other magic feels like?
❰ something about the distinction between 'being given specific magic from a god' and 'having the potential for magic ingratiated with your core as a person' has a much wider margin than he imagined it would. ❱
( meanwhile, having to address the absence of magic is something lalli has absolutely had to think about before. it's the reality he had to face when they arrived in asgard in the first place.
a reality which mostly just taught him that whatever magic he loses, he can find some way to regain it. lalli's own cuff dangles uselessly from his wrist, heavier now than it ever felt in asgard but somehow not quite the irritant he'd expect it to be. it can stay, for now. 'is this what the other magic feels like?' lalli hums an affirmative, but after a couple of steps he adds, ) Can build that again, too. ( just like the first time, training together. practicing making bigger and bigger fireballs with more and more control. it'll be fine. )
❰ in the meantime, the forest has thickened around them enough for the sky to be darkened, light coming through only in the spaces between branches and leaves. emil hopes that things clear out a bit more, showcasing some real estate on the horizon.
it's easier to move forward, though, with something to think about. he's trained his magic before, making it stronger and testing the physical limits of what he's capable of. it isn't far-fetched to think he could do it all over again...and unlike the house, it doesn't feel so frustrating on its face. once the actual effort is put in, surely he'll grow aggravated by starting at square one — but the idea of a limitless potential reminds him of self-serving, indulgent dreams where he's a child who could have every food and desire he'd ever considered handed to him with just some effort of thought. ❱
There's...potential. ❰ it's a compliment (?) that is hefted over after a brief pause. that's a heavy admittance when, if given a list of compliances to address, emil would take them in as much stride as he could muster if it meant going back home. not even for all of the conveniences, but also: the devil you know vs. the devil you don't.
that's far outweighed by just how much he'll miss, however. after all, the spirit of adventure still hasn't completely left him — the idea of getting used to a new terrain, and the trials that come with it, is one he'll get used to. but if he were to count off every thing he's upset about leaving behind, his fingers would quickly be taken up.
— namely, one of the largest ones hits him as they approach a larger tree that marks the beginning of the clearing forest, trunk obviously hollow as denoted by the simple paned window shown from the side they're on. it would be simple enough to house a person, maybe two...but, ❱
I guess we need something smaller, now. ❰ not that he's considering this particular domicile but...who would fill all the other rooms, otherwise? ❱
( lalli noted the window on the tree, but in truth, he was prepared to pass right by it under the assumption that emil would say it's too small. but then he's saying basically the opposite of that, and so lalli pauses in his steps, glancing first to emil for a moment and then to the hollow tree.
it's not too much extra work to cross over to said tree, rising up on tiptoe to peer through the window and take stock of the treehouse's interior - before returning to emil with a shake of his head. ) Huge bugs, ( is his report on that (a routine-sounding report which emil will no doubt declare incredibly insufficient once he actually sees said bugs), but at least now he knows to be on the lookout for something of that general size. )
❰ emil almost tells him to not bother, but the curiosity gets the better of him. no way does he want that particular hovel, but hey. whatever information can be reported back.
that just...isn't exactly what he was expecting. not by a long shot. ❱
Can you be more specific...? ❰ like...huge bugs??? he can think of so many follow up questions to that?? he asks one, non-verbally, by moving his hands apart at a length before gesturing them around in a myriad of shapes and motions. are they stomping on big roaches or are they fighting for their lives, here? ❱
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he'd like to respond that it wouldn't be the same, and that it's an added insult to injury that the whole project had basically just been finished, and starting again would be the most frustrating thing in the world. more than anything, though, the worst part is that as of right now, he doesn't want to have to start all over again here. if their asgard house was destroyed, at least he could feel better about rebuilding there. right now, the pointlessness of it all will drag him down if he doesn't keep the current task at hand in mind. ❱
Hopefully there's something of similar size that we can just take over — and there isn't a big to-do about who gets to claim what. ❰ because then a fit will be thrown. and the more he talks, the more he feels like maybe he can distance himself from being upset. ❱ I don't know how I feel about living in a tree, but that's the least of my complaints. I can't imagine the whole thing not falling apart in the slightest storm, though.
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which reminds him of something he hasn't yet told emil: ) I think I'm a mage again. ( a flicker of his brow, almost but not quite a scowl - and he rephrases. ) Noita. Like I was before Asgard. ( he glances to emil, maybe to gauge his reaction, before his eyes turn back to the path ahead. ) Don't know if my gods can hear me, but... they feel closer, here.
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having to address the absence of magic is one of the ways he hasn't ever had to describe or think about it. ❱
Is that why I feel different? My Tyr magic is gone? ❰ perhaps things have totally reversed. his cuff still dangles against his wrist, though the sheen and sense of power it once provided him is gone. ❱ They mentioned magic, but...is this what other magic feels like?
❰ something about the distinction between 'being given specific magic from a god' and 'having the potential for magic ingratiated with your core as a person' has a much wider margin than he imagined it would. ❱
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a reality which mostly just taught him that whatever magic he loses, he can find some way to regain it. lalli's own cuff dangles uselessly from his wrist, heavier now than it ever felt in asgard but somehow not quite the irritant he'd expect it to be. it can stay, for now. 'is this what the other magic feels like?' lalli hums an affirmative, but after a couple of steps he adds, ) Can build that again, too. ( just like the first time, training together. practicing making bigger and bigger fireballs with more and more control. it'll be fine. )
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it's easier to move forward, though, with something to think about. he's trained his magic before, making it stronger and testing the physical limits of what he's capable of. it isn't far-fetched to think he could do it all over again...and unlike the house, it doesn't feel so frustrating on its face. once the actual effort is put in, surely he'll grow aggravated by starting at square one — but the idea of a limitless potential reminds him of self-serving, indulgent dreams where he's a child who could have every food and desire he'd ever considered handed to him with just some effort of thought. ❱
There's...potential. ❰ it's a compliment (?) that is hefted over after a brief pause. that's a heavy admittance when, if given a list of compliances to address, emil would take them in as much stride as he could muster if it meant going back home. not even for all of the conveniences, but also: the devil you know vs. the devil you don't.
that's far outweighed by just how much he'll miss, however. after all, the spirit of adventure still hasn't completely left him — the idea of getting used to a new terrain, and the trials that come with it, is one he'll get used to. but if he were to count off every thing he's upset about leaving behind, his fingers would quickly be taken up.
— namely, one of the largest ones hits him as they approach a larger tree that marks the beginning of the clearing forest, trunk obviously hollow as denoted by the simple paned window shown from the side they're on. it would be simple enough to house a person, maybe two...but, ❱
I guess we need something smaller, now. ❰ not that he's considering this particular domicile but...who would fill all the other rooms, otherwise? ❱
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it's not too much extra work to cross over to said tree, rising up on tiptoe to peer through the window and take stock of the treehouse's interior - before returning to emil with a shake of his head. ) Huge bugs, ( is his report on that (a routine-sounding report which emil will no doubt declare incredibly insufficient once he actually sees said bugs), but at least now he knows to be on the lookout for something of that general size. )
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that just...isn't exactly what he was expecting. not by a long shot. ❱
Can you be more specific...? ❰ like...huge bugs??? he can think of so many follow up questions to that?? he asks one, non-verbally, by moving his hands apart at a length before gesturing them around in a myriad of shapes and motions. are they stomping on big roaches or are they fighting for their lives, here? ❱