[ it's like getting ready for a mission with the sage back home, really. he's pretty ecstatic to get this over with and retrieve his broom, mostly because he can't handle hitching another ride on rutile any longer... not that he isn't impressed by his flying skills, no. it's just that--
well, he isn't getting any younger. and he's pretty sure that rutile is not the one who'd inevitably kill him in the future, but he'd rather fly on his own pace, thanks!
still, they have to fly their way towards the town center, since it's faster. much faster with rutile. god, the sooner they do this the better. ]
Are you all set, Rutile? While it's tempting to slack off from your studies while we're here, I still have to do my duty as a teacher, all right?
[ like he's one to talk............ ]
we rly gonna make prophecy refs in the bracket text blair
mitile might be the less airheaded of the pair of brothers, but it isn't like rutile can't be diligent and studious himself. whimsically and at a more laidback pace? certainly. here, however, there's no hint of a temptation to slack off. just an eager learner, his broom already out and ready. ]
Yes, of course. I'll do my duty as your student in turn.
[ first order of business: figaro's murder. there's no need to instruct him on what to do when rutile sets up to fly... he's no unwitting victim. just a poor, poor sucker with no other choice.
not that rutile sees it that way. he'll wait for the good doctor to get comfortable and secure before he rips all the life out of him at least, as he says ever so happily: ]
Is it odd to say that I'm a little sad you're getting your broomstick back, Doctor Figaro...? It's been kind of fun riding together more often like this!
it's really a good thing that figaro isn't as frail as he seems to be, hands clutching onto the broomstick for dear life as rutile launches them into the air and zips through the sky in mach speed. just gonna cast a bit of a gravity spell so that he won't go flying off his broom and sparing them both the embarrassment...
oh wait, rutile's saying something. he almost didn't hear it with the wind whipping at his ears. ]
Y-Yeah, it sure is fun! I'll miss it.
[ he means that! truly! maybe if he were a couple millenia younger, he'd have seen the appeal of nyooming real fast through the skies with no abandon, but he's satisfied with this. rutile looks like he's having a lot of fun, and that's what matters here.
and besides! with how fast rutile's being, they should arrive at the town center in record time, right?
If we're both feeling that way, then it seems a bit silly to say we'll miss it, doesn't it? We can still take rides like this! [ hahaha oh no. how sincerely these words are yelled out ] But, hearing that did make me happy... Please hang on tighter, then! I'm going to speed it up, so you can look back on this even more fondly...!
[ oh NO
rutile draws power from figaro's words, and thus reaches his final, speeding form!!! it really is fortunate that there's that gravity spell to keep figaro grounded. there's nothing else in this cursed ride that will.
at least they've broken record time, as the town center is indeed in sight...! ]
yep! that sure is the town center right up ahead! is rutile taking the scenic route or something? because it's kind of hard to appreciate said scene when they're zipping right through it.
hopefully rutile doesn't crash them both into a pillar or something when they land. once they do though, figaro will hop off the broom to catch his breath. his knees feel like they're about to give out on him, which is really lame? what would the other northerners think if they see him now?
they'd think it's hilarious as fuck, for one. ]
Hah... Im-Impeccable flying as always, Rutile. [ stands up straight again, back creaking. god. ] Right, let's survey the area first - check how big we can make the magic circle.
it's a clean enough landing, fortunately, and rutile's glad the good doctor had so much fun that he has to catch his breath, ahahaha! anyway, playtime is over, so he'll put his broom away as they get to work. thoughts about a potential part two can wait for when this is done.
for now, rutile begins to do as instructed... pausing over the flower garden for just a moment. ]
There's a lot of buildings... Will it be alright with just the two of us, Doctor Figaro?
[ they're just two!! southern wizards!!! after all!!!
but, really, it's not that he doubts figaro's reliability... it's more... is it enough with just rutile's assistance? ]
[ haha yeah, F is for friends who do stuff together, stuff like that...
he's looking over another building, canting his head at rutile's words. right, it might be too much for the younger wizard, while figaro can easily purify this entire center on his own if he wants to.
but he can't. rutile may be airheaded, but he's pretty bright. can't be a sprightly schoolteacher if he isn't. the admin knows figaro's abilities to the extent as it is. ]
We purify one section of the center at a time, then slowly work our way around. Let's start with the flower garden.
[ should be easy enough to begin here. figaro walks over to the other side of the garden, and... god we're really just gonna wing this, kosy. he brings out his orb, which shines in a faint blue light as his magic circle manifests on the ground, extending towards rutile. ]
Ahah... I'm glad we're beginning with my favorite part!
[ obviously. just that cheerful comment, as we all scream about vague magic buLLSH
but, okay. with a nod and the instructions given, rutile prepares himself for his contribution as well. in a mirror of his mentor's actions, he draws out his quill, his own magic circle moving to meet, but not quite touch, figaro's.
difficult as the whole center might be to do on his own, he isn't alone. with that in mind, lightened and augmented by the presence of the small flower garden, rutile prepares and-- ]
Ortonik Setomaouge--
[ easily voices his magic words. with that, the light of his circle brightens just the slightest, the unvoiced desires for this area's peace manifesting into magic.
[ that should be enough. and even if it isn't, figaro would be willing to take over for rutile, but he'd rather have his student see this through. the presence of the flower garden does help in boosting rutile's magic in this instance, so maybe he'll be able to pass this training with flying colors after all.
there's that familiar frisson of magic swirling around their combined magic circle, blessing the little garden with that trademark southern peacefulness. of course, it's not enough to ward away the sinister spirits that roam this area, but... small steps. ]
Mm, now that's refreshing. [ figaro says with a hum. ] Good job, Rutile. Let's keep this up.
[ Merry Christmas, Rutile. There's a small package waiting for you on your doorstop in the morning (idk let's pretend he walked Rutile home that cold night). Just a little box wrapped simply in red paper and a while ribbon, with a note attached. It's written in nice but old-fashioned handwriting: ]
Dear Rutile,
I hope this letter finds you in good health on this day. Christmas isn't a holiday that we celebrate in the Clover Kingdom, but it seems to be one that most here are aware of, so I hope it has been treating you kindly.
Though this is a simple gift, please consider it a token of my appreciation. If the chill of this place is anything like that of my homeland, the winter may be harsh, and I hope you'll be able to stay warm and healthy throughout. I was grateful to have made your acquaintance, and just as you lent me a sympathetic ear, I would be happy to offer you my assistance in any way you might need.
Wishing you good health and safety,
Yours humbly, William Vangeance
[ The box contains a big, warm, fluffy scarf in a soft, mossy green color with tiny flecks of pearly white. Rutile might recognize it as an item from the clothing store if he's especially observant, although ... the pin it comes with sure isn't from the store. It's not terribly extravagant but seems to have been carefully made -- a shawl pin made of dark wood, with the pin itself bearing the shape of a lily at the end. Simple but still fairly distinctive.
Just a little something to help weather the winter, but with a personal touch. Because while Vangeance has decided to maintain a little distance between himself and Rutile for his own good ... Rutile is also too kind for him to be totally aloof towards. ]
[ whenever rutile comes back to his room, he'll find a neatly wrapped gift on his bedside! it's a tiny little box with a note on it that has what looks like figaro's handwriting. ]
Merry Christmas, Rutile! From Santa to you!
Haha, I'm just kidding. It's still your trusty Doctor Figaro! But isn't it interesting how there's a holiday like this in other worlds except for ours? Who knows, maybe the sage back home would know more about it.
Anyway, I was feeling a little nostalgic lately as I was wracking my head for gift ideas, until I remember a set of earrings your mother used to wear when we used to hang out. It's been a long time though, and it might not be the exact pair, but I hope you'll like this gift in particular. Aren't I a much better Santa Claus than the guy itself?
Once again, happy holidays. Let's have a bit of a drink later too, when you're still up.
Yours truly, Figaro
[ the earrings in question, with the citrine jewel glinting in the light whenever it's taken out. figaro may or may not have lied about the tiletta part, but it's the thought that counts in the end, isn't it? ]
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backdated to the day before the flooding, wao
well, he isn't getting any younger. and he's pretty sure that rutile is not the one who'd inevitably kill him in the future, but he'd rather fly on his own pace, thanks!
still, they have to fly their way towards the town center, since it's faster. much faster with rutile. god, the sooner they do this the better. ]
Are you all set, Rutile? While it's tempting to slack off from your studies while we're here, I still have to do my duty as a teacher, all right?
[ like he's one to talk............ ]
we rly gonna make prophecy refs in the bracket text blair
mitile might be the less airheaded of the pair of brothers, but it isn't like rutile can't be diligent and studious himself. whimsically and at a more laidback pace? certainly. here, however, there's no hint of a temptation to slack off. just an eager learner, his broom already out and ready. ]
Yes, of course. I'll do my duty as your student in turn.
[ first order of business: figaro's murder. there's no need to instruct him on what to do when rutile sets up to fly... he's no unwitting victim. just a poor, poor sucker with no other choice.
not that rutile sees it that way. he'll wait for the good doctor to get comfortable and secure before he rips all the life out of him at least, as he says ever so happily: ]
Is it odd to say that I'm a little sad you're getting your broomstick back, Doctor Figaro...? It's been kind of fun riding together more often like this!
[ it's only fun for him, but anyway, ]
stop you're already killing him here kosy
it's really a good thing that figaro isn't as frail as he seems to be, hands clutching onto the broomstick for dear life as rutile launches them into the air and zips through the sky in mach speed. just gonna cast a bit of a gravity spell so that he won't go flying off his broom and sparing them both the embarrassment...
oh wait, rutile's saying something. he almost didn't hear it with the wind whipping at his ears. ]
Y-Yeah, it sure is fun! I'll miss it.
[ he means that! truly! maybe if he were a couple millenia younger, he'd have seen the appeal of nyooming real fast through the skies with no abandon, but he's satisfied with this. rutile looks like he's having a lot of fun, and that's what matters here.
and besides! with how fast rutile's being, they should arrive at the town center in record time, right?
blease, ]
💀
unless, ]
If we're both feeling that way, then it seems a bit silly to say we'll miss it, doesn't it? We can still take rides like this! [ hahaha oh no. how sincerely these words are yelled out ] But, hearing that did make me happy... Please hang on tighter, then! I'm going to speed it up, so you can look back on this even more fondly...!
[ oh NO
rutile draws power from figaro's words, and thus reaches his final, speeding form!!! it really is fortunate that there's that gravity spell to keep figaro grounded. there's nothing else in this cursed ride that will.
at least they've broken record time, as the town center is indeed in sight...! ]
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yep! that sure is the town center right up ahead! is rutile taking the scenic route or something? because it's kind of hard to appreciate said scene when they're zipping right through it.
hopefully rutile doesn't crash them both into a pillar or something when they land. once they do though, figaro will hop off the broom to catch his breath. his knees feel like they're about to give out on him, which is really lame? what would the other northerners think if they see him now?
they'd think it's hilarious as fuck, for one. ]
Hah... Im-Impeccable flying as always, Rutile. [ stands up straight again, back creaking. god. ] Right, let's survey the area first - check how big we can make the magic circle.
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it's a clean enough landing, fortunately, and rutile's glad the good doctor had so much fun that he has to catch his breath, ahahaha! anyway, playtime is over, so he'll put his broom away as they get to work. thoughts about a potential part two can wait for when this is done.
for now, rutile begins to do as instructed... pausing over the flower garden for just a moment. ]
There's a lot of buildings... Will it be alright with just the two of us, Doctor Figaro?
[ they're just two!! southern wizards!!! after all!!!
but, really, it's not that he doubts figaro's reliability... it's more... is it enough with just rutile's assistance? ]
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he's looking over another building, canting his head at rutile's words. right, it might be too much for the younger wizard, while figaro can easily purify this entire center on his own if he wants to.
but he can't. rutile may be airheaded, but he's pretty bright. can't be a sprightly schoolteacher if he isn't. the admin knows figaro's abilities to the extent as it is. ]
We purify one section of the center at a time, then slowly work our way around. Let's start with the flower garden.
[ should be easy enough to begin here. figaro walks over to the other side of the garden, and... god we're really just gonna wing this, kosy. he brings out his orb, which shines in a faint blue light as his magic circle manifests on the ground, extending towards rutile. ]
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[ obviously. just that cheerful comment, as we all scream about vague magic buLLSH
but, okay. with a nod and the instructions given, rutile prepares himself for his contribution as well. in a mirror of his mentor's actions, he draws out his quill, his own magic circle moving to meet, but not quite touch, figaro's.
difficult as the whole center might be to do on his own, he isn't alone. with that in mind, lightened and augmented by the presence of the small flower garden, rutile prepares and-- ]
Ortonik Setomaouge--
[ easily voices his magic words. with that, the light of his circle brightens just the slightest, the unvoiced desires for this area's peace manifesting into magic.
and, hopefully, that's enough. ]
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[ that should be enough. and even if it isn't, figaro would be willing to take over for rutile, but he'd rather have his student see this through. the presence of the flower garden does help in boosting rutile's magic in this instance, so maybe he'll be able to pass this training with flying colors after all.
there's that familiar frisson of magic swirling around their combined magic circle, blessing the little garden with that trademark southern peacefulness. of course, it's not enough to ward away the sinister spirits that roam this area, but... small steps. ]
Mm, now that's refreshing. [ figaro says with a hum. ] Good job, Rutile. Let's keep this up.
delivery; 12/25
I hope this letter finds you in good health on this day. Christmas isn't a holiday that we celebrate in the Clover Kingdom, but it seems to be one that most here are aware of, so I hope it has been treating you kindly.
Though this is a simple gift, please consider it a token of my appreciation. If the chill of this place is anything like that of my homeland, the winter may be harsh, and I hope you'll be able to stay warm and healthy throughout. I was grateful to have made your acquaintance, and just as you lent me a sympathetic ear, I would be happy to offer you my assistance in any way you might need.
Wishing you good health and safety,
Yours humbly,
William Vangeance
[ The box contains a big, warm, fluffy scarf in a soft, mossy green color with tiny flecks of pearly white. Rutile might recognize it as an item from the clothing store if he's especially observant, although ... the pin it comes with sure isn't from the store. It's not terribly extravagant but seems to have been carefully made -- a shawl pin made of dark wood, with the pin itself bearing the shape of a lily at the end. Simple but still fairly distinctive.
Just a little something to help weather the winter, but with a personal touch. Because while Vangeance has decided to maintain a little distance between himself and Rutile for his own good ... Rutile is also too kind for him to be totally aloof towards. ]
12/25!!
Merry Christmas, Rutile! From Santa to you!
Haha, I'm just kidding. It's still your trusty Doctor Figaro! But isn't it interesting how there's a holiday like this in other worlds except for ours? Who knows, maybe the sage back home would know more about it.
Anyway, I was feeling a little nostalgic lately as I was wracking my head for gift ideas, until I remember a set of earrings your mother used to wear when we used to hang out. It's been a long time though, and it might not be the exact pair, but I hope you'll like this gift in particular. Aren't I a much better Santa Claus than the guy itself?
Once again, happy holidays. Let's have a bit of a drink later too, when you're still up.
Yours truly,
Figaro
[ the earrings in question, with the citrine jewel glinting in the light whenever it's taken out. figaro may or may not have lied about the tiletta part, but it's the thought that counts in the end, isn't it? ]