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[sagacity]

[Trying doors until one opens is tedious work. His old hands are throbbing. (No, really, don't give him that pitiful look.) But his efforts aren't in vain; Serge grins when a room finally allows him entrance, only to arch a brow at the decidedly bare and boring interior. The one thing that manages to sustain his attention is the smartphone, which he pockets. He figures he can take it. It doesn't look like anyone has been living there, much less own anything in it.

He doesn't stay for long. There isn't much to see. Not even a place to clean . . . After that sarcophagus business, he feels gross.

Then he's at the spring, and it's hardly an encouraging sight. Stepping inside, Serge sighs.]

Are they serious? I know communal baths used to be a thing, but that's in the past!

[ . . . Maybe he can get a nice view or two in the future. Provided they're nothing like Leslie, he's sure he'll be safe. Hopefully. Oh, who's he kidding; this is silly.

He pulls the smartphone out.]

What am I supposed to do with this, anyway?

[He manages to boot it up -- wow, it has his name. That means it's his, right? And it even has a list of other names. He recognizes a few. Serge proceeds to mess with someone while tapping his foot expectantly. And then some.]

( ooc: You can catch him at any part of the post! If you want Serge to call your character, let me know or hit up his phone post. He's hitting up names that sound like those of girls, but that doesn't mean his judgment is foolproof, or that he didn't click the wrong name, or that he didn't decide to diversify. )

Comments

[angsts]

Normal seems to be rather relative. It doesn't seem to be the case where you're from, but magic is hardly uncommon for us.

And an Excel Act is something like what I was trying to do before I was interrupted.

[BITTER]

[sagacity]

[Dynos, you're kind of terrible at this explaining thing.]

Excel Acts are like a person's hidden technique. The kind of thing only you can do once you put the effort into it. Some are more magical by nature, but the distinction's there.

Almost anyone can use magic where we come from, but Excel Acts take more work. Does that seem anything like how your magic works?

[But speaking of . . . it's a good thing it got interrupted. Ugh. Just thinking about it gives him the jitters.]

[guiltapalooza]

... Like a finishing move in Tekken? [She gives them a slightly strange, skeptical look. That sounds a little fantastic to her, in the unbelievable way.]

Anyone could learn my magic, but it's like any other skill; some people have more aptitude for it than others. And you have to get the power from somewhere, which makes a big difference-- whether it's yourself, someone else, or the planet.

[angsts]

... Tekken?

[He blinks.]

'From somewhere'? That's rather vague.

[sagacity]

[Tekken. He cocks his head slightly to the side. ]

Someone else? How does that work?

[guiltapalooza]

Everything has life force, you just have to know how to take it.

Not that I condone taking it from other people. [Anymore.]

[angsts]

[... Well.

Dynos will just stay silent at that because HI NECROMANCER HERE—]

[sagacity]

[Just to keep suspicion off Dynos, Serge won't even look his way. Instead, he nods his head, following along to Willow's words.]

Right . . . Guess our worlds have more similar concepts, then! The Ray I mentioned earlier? You could say it's the life force of Fulheim. That's what powers our magic.