GO ON! Find A Fitting Spell! [Video]

[dragonspooker]

[Lina is on the network once again, this time with a proper question rather than overreacting over something.]

I know there's other magic-users here - I'm curious if any of you have tried to use your magic to get out of here. I've tried several times so far - different spells and locations, and only gotten my powers taken away and a lot of shocks for my trouble. [She scowls a bit, then huffs.] That said, trying to get out by force, even if it's magical seems to be a lost cause - so I'm wondering if anyone else might have some kind of alternative methods to consider using. Has anyone tried teleportation magic, for starters?

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[forceless]

[Whoah that was kind of surprising. He kinda had done fuckall after the dream fiasco, and he knew he needed to talk to Sayaka, but he didn't expect her to come talk to him herself. Or, y'know, talk normally. Man this was hard.]

Sure thing. Do you want to do it now or later?

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[beknightedheroine]

_{[see, see? she's actually approaching people! other news: pigs flying]}

in person would be pretty cool. later today or tomorrow. got a thing I'm finishing up still, wanted to say something while I saw you were here.

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[forceless]

Alright. I'll meet you on the 38th floor tomorrow, OK? That should give you enough time to finish up.

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[beknightedheroine]

in the morning, I'd guess? I'll see you then.

[action the next morning] casually spams wing's inbox

[forceless]

[And sure enough, Ven was waiting on the 38th floor the morning before the goddamn space whale attacked, so for now, everything was peachy keen.

He was standing near one of the large window walls, twirling his wayfinder around on his pointer finger as he waited.]

[action the next morning] casually helps

[beknightedheroine]

<sub>[Sayaka announces her presence at their arranged meeting by flopping down on a nearby beanbag, with a pomf!

~casual as hell~]</sub>

[forceless]

[The pomf catches his attention, and he grabs the Wayfinder in his hand as he turns around to look at Sayaka.]

Hey! [Well he's still tired, but his greeting's still cordial!] What's up?

[beknightedheroine]

Uuum~. _{[Let's start this off casually, work up to the uncomfortable bullshit! It's not like they have time to worry about haha Sayaka's eyes fix on the ceiling once Ven asks 'what's up,' as if she's contemplating it to find out the answer.]}

Aboouuuut... five floors worth of dorms, the sky, the clouds, the whatever-the-hell's-past-that.

[forceless]

[Alright, as weird as things are right now, he couldn't resist a laugh at that.]

Really? Never would've guessed, given the thirteen months I've been here. [...] I... don't think you'd want to arrange a meet-up just to talk about the geography though.

[beknightedheroine]

I dunno, the geography here is pretty interesting.

<sub>[Sayaka shifts forward on the beanbag chair with a swish or five, going from her original lax posture to something - well, about as serious as someone can sit, when it's a freakin' beanbag chair. She steeples her hands together over her knees, both to look thoughtful and to keep herself from giving in to the urge to wring her hands - or in particular, to twist at the rune-bearing ring she's always worn.

That is a really bad habit and she needs to keep herself from giving in to it.]</sub>

..but you're right. Um. It's about real early this month, when everyone was asleep.

_{[She's testing the waters - seeing if he responds with anything resembling a cue that yeah, he knew where she was going with this.]}

[forceless]

[Ven made his way over to one of the nearby couches while Sayaka fidgeted about on her bean bag chair, plopping down on one just in time for her to speak up again.

Aaaaand then everything about his frame and expression just kind of drooped.]

The dream stuff, right? You remember?

[Ngl he was kiiiinda hoping you didn't.]

[beknightedheroine]

_{[She flinches back into her beanbag when he confirms it, outright.]}

...
I remember. Not very much of the second one I saw you in, but...

_{[She trails off, wordlessly highlighting the other dream, one that's a little difficult to broach the subject of in non-psychotic company.]}

[forceless]

[There's a very audible sigh of exasperation there. His own failures were nooot particular something he liked to remember, even if he should be learning from it and all that crap.

Eventually though, he looks up again with a concerned frown.]

You OK?