Who says we lack one? It's probably just a better illusion. Maybe I'll decide to play political dolls one of these days.
{ he is rather good at diplomacy when he puts the effort, and once he sees more of the picture in thorne, he might decide to get involved just to get the true gossip on what he figures is another shady place under a prettier gist. he likes to believe people are good-intended when in power, since he once was, but he also knows that's not the case. it's the sort of vision quentin once had, which is not him, which ended up tainting all of them. eliot considers a response, but he really made up his mind minutes ago. }
I've been in a heist. I'll be up for another. Map a plan, and I'll join your merry band of chosen. { he then lightly snorts, mostly because logic only takes someone to a certain degree. } My friend killed a god. They are killable. Then we got magic shut down for a hot minute. I'd say they're just assholes, but they can be killed. At least the minor ones.
{ his face twitches serious for a moment, recalling that he had an entity in him that could easily kill gods. he recovers from the face crack, allowing the easeful smile right back as if it's been there all along and it was only a stumble of a thinking thought. he feels it all too well, what linhardt speaks of his magic. }
Which lead me back to my point, why not, let's steal some forbidden books. Putting it on my Abraxas bucket list. I once created a bottomless flask where I could have endless alcohol. It is fun to create one's own. I might consider doing it again, here. Magic is addiction. Frankly, I don't believe it's all fairytales in other worlds. C'est la vie, I suppose.
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{ he is rather good at diplomacy when he puts the effort, and once he sees more of the picture in thorne, he might decide to get involved just to get the true gossip on what he figures is another shady place under a prettier gist. he likes to believe people are good-intended when in power, since he once was, but he also knows that's not the case. it's the sort of vision quentin once had, which is not him, which ended up tainting all of them. eliot considers a response, but he really made up his mind minutes ago. }
I've been in a heist. I'll be up for another. Map a plan, and I'll join your merry band of chosen. { he then lightly snorts, mostly because logic only takes someone to a certain degree. } My friend killed a god. They are killable. Then we got magic shut down for a hot minute. I'd say they're just assholes, but they can be killed. At least the minor ones.
{ his face twitches serious for a moment, recalling that he had an entity in him that could easily kill gods. he recovers from the face crack, allowing the easeful smile right back as if it's been there all along and it was only a stumble of a thinking thought. he feels it all too well, what linhardt speaks of his magic. }
Which lead me back to my point, why not, let's steal some forbidden books. Putting it on my Abraxas bucket list. I once created a bottomless flask where I could have endless alcohol. It is fun to create one's own. I might consider doing it again, here. Magic is addiction. Frankly, I don't believe it's all fairytales in other worlds. C'est la vie, I suppose.