{ the mention of family glides over eliot, but it’s noted. he’ll tuck it away into information about people. there’s no point in mentioning his own, since he has long forgotten them on purpose. they can rot somewhere for all he cares. what’s much more interesting (for now) is the overeager newbie with a thirst for magic. it’s slightly entertaining, so he’ll stay since he has nothing better to do and he has been known to be a creature of habit in his bias, which include that he’ll be more inclined to the magic users around. unfortunately he barely sees his fascinating roommate, and eliot isn’t one to stay without company for long. }
Penny had talent, but he was an asshole. Last I heard he was working for The Library… It’s a fascist establishment, but whatever. Meanwhile, Penny 23 is alright. { an afterthought. } There are fountains to different worlds there. It’s enough I got chased by cannibals. I don’t think there’s something like that in Abraxas, but I could be wrong. The fountains to other worlds, I mean.
{ he shutters just thinking of his time near the fountains, but despite the mishaps it’s sort of nice to speak about his world. hell, even talking about penny — he must be desperate. so he’ll keep his fingers idly upon the bookshelf as he leans into it casually, the dim of the lighting sufficient. he can stay for a little bit. especially when he hears a compliment. he smirks. }
Hm, you can have my name. Eliot. I think we’re going to get along.
{ —or not, but he’s decided. it’s then that eliot catches sight of linhardt’s notes. eliot finds he might now be further invested in some questions being asked. and no, he didn’t seek it upon arrival. he was busy getting over not being literally trapped in his head. takes some adjusting. he waves a wrist in a semi-dismissal motion, figuring he might as well contribute to the topic properly. }
You know, I haven’t tried to enact any limits, or test how far I can bring it compared to Abraxas’. It’s not as if it got shut down. I haven’t been to the Horizon or this Singularity to speak of it further since my one visit. I was told it’s what brought us here. I’m sure one of the other magic nerds can explain it better.
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Penny had talent, but he was an asshole. Last I heard he was working for The Library… It’s a fascist establishment, but whatever. Meanwhile, Penny 23 is alright. { an afterthought. } There are fountains to different worlds there. It’s enough I got chased by cannibals. I don’t think there’s something like that in Abraxas, but I could be wrong. The fountains to other worlds, I mean.
{ he shutters just thinking of his time near the fountains, but despite the mishaps it’s sort of nice to speak about his world. hell, even talking about penny — he must be desperate. so he’ll keep his fingers idly upon the bookshelf as he leans into it casually, the dim of the lighting sufficient. he can stay for a little bit. especially when he hears a compliment. he smirks. }
Hm, you can have my name. Eliot. I think we’re going to get along.
{ —or not, but he’s decided. it’s then that eliot catches sight of linhardt’s notes. eliot finds he might now be further invested in some questions being asked. and no, he didn’t seek it upon arrival. he was busy getting over not being literally trapped in his head. takes some adjusting. he waves a wrist in a semi-dismissal motion, figuring he might as well contribute to the topic properly. }
You know, I haven’t tried to enact any limits, or test how far I can bring it compared to Abraxas’. It’s not as if it got shut down. I haven’t been to the Horizon or this Singularity to speak of it further since my one visit. I was told it’s what brought us here. I’m sure one of the other magic nerds can explain it better.