... Yes, you don't have to be an adherent to an entire belief system to find at least a few scriptures and ideas one might agree with. And ...
Familial bonds would be an understandable reason for an item to possess enough sentimental value for this purpose, huh. Pity I didn't really get on with mine.
[ to say the least. ]
So those beads are important to you only because they are important to your sister, correct? That and the fact it was a gift, I suppose. Hmm...
[ this conversation is ... giving him an idea for what he can use as a focus, but truly, it will not be meaningful for so idyll a reason as a pleasant memory of family. ]
I kinda ended up in a different one. [ He guesses. Internally squinting at how he's adopted quite a bit of the Maidens' philosophy on things, even if it's largely because of work. ]
... I have little love lost for the man who sired me. That said, if sentiment is key, then ... perhaps whether it is positive or negative may not actually matter.
[ Something about the fact that Robin smiled while also saying all that...also makes Day smile, reflexively. He has no idea exactly how much dramatic irony is actually going on here (or that it's dramatic irony at all), but he can sort of sense there's more to what Robin's saying. ]
Well, I've talked to more terrifyin' people still, so maybe I ain't a good measure for that sorta thing.
[ a click of the tongue, dissatisfied, as he shifts his grip on grima's truth. there is an older tongue, an older script, one not spoken anymore in the present day but still found carved and inscribed on some sacred weapons, might be found still in old history books. he casts back for it, dragging ancient history up from the sands they've long been buried under. ]
...moriendum est omnibus.
[ a better reaction this time, flickers of violet light beginning to glimmer on the ground beneath them. closer. not quite, still not just yet. better, though, than when he was casting without a focus, with just the incantations specific to a given spell commonly used in current times. it isn't any grand display of power or destruction he's crafting now. no, all he's doing is letting the spirits take from the wellspring of his power to let it drip into the ground beneath and around them, blood from a wound to etch out the proof of his fell lineage in magelight.
but it's not quite there, a wavering spell... unfamiliarity with the magic system, an unsuitable focus? how funny, that for any prowess he might have had previous he needs to relearn and readjust to the way of things here like any other—
ah. perhaps... ]
Omnia mors aequat.
[ that, at last, seems to do it. the six eyed wings and intertwined tails of the brand of the defile blaze to life beneath them, its heart standing at the very center of the symbol. ]
[ There is a saying—a natural law, if you will—in Day's world: "There's always an ending." He was mentored by a man from the Division of Endings, so he has some grasp of the inevitability of all things coming to an end.
The incantations Robin tried are much like it, but with more gravitas, both more specific and all-encompassing. The part of Day that is (or was, rather, in this distant land) tied so intrinsically to the stars and fate sits up at attention almost reflexively, because this is the stuff enemies of fate are made of. Assessment revised: Robin definitely is as terrifying as some of the people he's known. (The drama of the presentation is probably not helping this.)
Day watches quietly, and for a moment isn't entirely sure what he ought to say. ]
[ translated literally, "There is a dying for everyone," but laced with a suggestion of necessity. translated simply... "Everyone must die," impersonal and irrefutable.
close, then, to the inevitable end he represents, but ... not quite. the sentiment behind it, not yet entirely there. there is a gravity behind the fate he ushers in, a meaning, a consequence: regardless of what one was in life, the end is the same. it may be harsh, and it may be cruel, but it can hardly be considered unfair.
... it might be almost funny, then, how mild the cadence of his voice is after all that, a slight puzzlement in it at the sentiment expressed, even. like the display was nothing but pedestrian, simply the way things are. in any case, the brand fades like it was never there once he stops actively feeding it more magic. ]
Hmm? I thought something like that best to gauge the strength of the casting with. Too small, and even a weaker response might still produce an adequate output.
... Though I admit, there are those who likely might have given me a large berth after witnessing that kind of display.
[ congrats day, you're still here. but you lack the context to know why people would have run from him anyway. ]
[ Yeah, that just confirms Day's reassessment, though if any asked him he would not really be able to put "why" into words. ]
I think anyone not used to magic would be havin' second thoughts at least. [ So what does that say about Day here, huh? (And indeed, he does lack the context so some of this is lost on him.) ]
...But I'm guessin' you were already used to magic yourself 'fore this, since you sound like you know what you're talkin' about.
[ what would be a harmless cantrip, no practical usage on the battlefield. well— that's going a bit far, perhaps, it could probably be used as a signal of some sort with some creativity, but a simple bolt of thunder or swirl of fire could easily accomplish the same thing without quite so much pointless flash.
not like the risen need such things, though, and not like he's taken that particular role of coordinating army movements for a while. ]
But I would say I was fairly practiced at it, yes.
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joyous day and religion;
... Yes, you don't have to be an adherent to an entire belief system to find at least a few scriptures and ideas one might agree with. And ...
Familial bonds would be an understandable reason for an item to possess enough sentimental value for this purpose, huh. Pity I didn't really get on with mine.
[ to say the least. ]
So those beads are important to you only because they are important to your sister, correct? That and the fact it was a gift, I suppose. Hmm...
[ this conversation is ... giving him an idea for what he can use as a focus, but truly, it will not be meaningful for so idyll a reason as a pleasant memory of family. ]
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You getting ideas for yours now?
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[ He can't help but feel it's kind of...sad, in a way. But he wisely doesn't say that.]
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It's simply that that was what your explanation brought to mind, and you asked.
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Glad to be of help...? [ Was he helpful? Unsure. ]
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That's quite all right. After all, I don't recall asking for it, so whether or not you helped all that much in the end ...
Well, you don't have to worry about it, now do you? It'd be quite a different story, though, had I actually requested your aid.
[ so fret not, friend :) ]
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[ Oh, does Day not know. But it's mostly a dry joke, and he noticed how Robin might have almost laughed just now. ]
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Oh, I don't know. You're here talking to me, aren't you? I can't be that terrifying.
Though I suppose I could always stand to try harder if I really wanted to be, hmm?
[ something something dramatic irony ]
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Well, I've talked to more terrifyin' people still, so maybe I ain't a good measure for that sorta thing.
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[ smash cut to him accidentally terrifying a northern rep at the ball, oops
though his smile takes on a somewhat more sardonic cast as his thoughts return to the subject they were on previous. ]
Well. Let's try out the line of thinking we were on, shall we?
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[ a click of the tongue, dissatisfied, as he shifts his grip on grima's truth. there is an older tongue, an older script, one not spoken anymore in the present day but still found carved and inscribed on some sacred weapons, might be found still in old history books. he casts back for it, dragging ancient history up from the sands they've long been buried under. ]
...moriendum est omnibus.
[ a better reaction this time, flickers of violet light beginning to glimmer on the ground beneath them. closer. not quite, still not just yet. better, though, than when he was casting without a focus, with just the incantations specific to a given spell commonly used in current times. it isn't any grand display of power or destruction he's crafting now. no, all he's doing is letting the spirits take from the wellspring of his power to let it drip into the ground beneath and around them, blood from a wound to etch out the proof of his fell lineage in magelight.
but it's not quite there, a wavering spell... unfamiliarity with the magic system, an unsuitable focus? how funny, that for any prowess he might have had previous he needs to relearn and readjust to the way of things here like any other—
ah. perhaps... ]
Omnia mors aequat.
[ that, at last, seems to do it. the six eyed wings and intertwined tails of the brand of the defile blaze to life beneath them, its heart standing at the very center of the symbol. ]
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The incantations Robin tried are much like it, but with more gravitas, both more specific and all-encompassing. The part of Day that is (or was, rather, in this distant land) tied so intrinsically to the stars and fate sits up at attention almost reflexively, because this is the stuff enemies of fate are made of. Assessment revised: Robin definitely is as terrifying as some of the people he's known. (The drama of the presentation is probably not helping this.)
Day watches quietly, and for a moment isn't entirely sure what he ought to say. ]
...You really know your way with the dramatics.
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close, then, to the inevitable end he represents, but ... not quite. the sentiment behind it, not yet entirely there. there is a gravity behind the fate he ushers in, a meaning, a consequence: regardless of what one was in life, the end is the same. it may be harsh, and it may be cruel, but it can hardly be considered unfair.
... it might be almost funny, then, how mild the cadence of his voice is after all that, a slight puzzlement in it at the sentiment expressed, even. like the display was nothing but pedestrian, simply the way things are. in any case, the brand fades like it was never there once he stops actively feeding it more magic. ]
Hmm? I thought something like that best to gauge the strength of the casting with. Too small, and even a weaker response might still produce an adequate output.
... Though I admit, there are those who likely might have given me a large berth after witnessing that kind of display.
[ congrats day, you're still here. but you lack the context to know why people would have run from him anyway. ]
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I think anyone not used to magic would be havin' second thoughts at least. [ So what does that say about Day here, huh? (And indeed, he does lack the context so some of this is lost on him.) ]
...But I'm guessin' you were already used to magic yourself 'fore this, since you sound like you know what you're talkin' about.
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[ what would be a harmless cantrip, no practical usage on the battlefield. well— that's going a bit far, perhaps, it could probably be used as a signal of some sort with some creativity, but a simple bolt of thunder or swirl of fire could easily accomplish the same thing without quite so much pointless flash.
not like the risen need such things, though, and not like he's taken that particular role of coordinating army movements for a while. ]
But I would say I was fairly practiced at it, yes.