[ the inquisition has a number of gareths, at least three equipped with sending crystals. of course, one specifies the details of a name (samouel) or a title (ser) and it all goes to the proper place. very tidy.
occasionally less tidy: the memory of a middle-aged templar with four hundred other things to track. which is why when she says — ]
Gareth,
[— it's hard. flat. ]
Why am I hearing of an argument in the lines?
[ disagreements happen, are to be expected. but they need the appearance of order here. let them tussle about lyrium out of the bloody public view. ]
[ Gareth stares in alarm at his crystal, holding away from him, as though it might lash out somehow. Baffled, he tried to recall any arguments he’s had involving lines that would make a woman with a voice like she gargled nails and spat them out at unsuspecting mages yell at him. His first assumption is fear, and he looks desperately around for Kostos. At least the same paranoia that makes him jump to conclusions tells him not to just admit to anything. Instead, he bullshits a story to buy himself time to think. ]
Serah, I’m not sure what you mean...unless you’re speaking of my argument with Kostos on the magical schools? Because, I’m sorry, I don’t care what he told you, the spirit school isn’t that great, and wisps are dumb. It’s just a fact! Why would you want to summon some idiot wisp when you can summon a fireball? It’s just good sense, serah.
that voice is a lot of things: high, young, full of shit — and definitely not ser gareth. ]
Ah, [ she fumbles, words wander off-track. wren closes her eyes, recollects. when she speaks again, the tone's less a softening than a displacement, still a touch too thrown to be truly rueful. ] I expect I've reached the wrong Gareth.
Between wisps and flames, I am inclined to agree. Neither is much for conversation, but fire makes a statement, no?
[ hey, it was good enough for the chant. there's no way to back out of this gracefully. ]
[ He’d thank the Maker, if he thought He gave a shit and had anything to do with this. Instead, he’s just relieved. Too relieved to be properly annoyed that he could be mistaken for someone else. ]
Ah! Well, then. That’s no problem at all, there’s a bunch of us running around here. I’m sure one of them deserve your scolding.
—And you’d be surprised! I’ve had all sorts of conversations regarding fireballs. Sometimes, while making statements with them. Very versatile things, fireballs. Moreso than lightning, at least.
It is rather one-and-done, I imagine. [ electricity: functionally useless outside combat u heard it here first ] Though I must defer to your experience upon that point. Which Gareth is this — if I may — ?
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occasionally less tidy: the memory of a middle-aged templar with four hundred other things to track. which is why when she says — ]
Gareth,
[— it's hard. flat. ]
Why am I hearing of an argument in the lines?
[ disagreements happen, are to be expected. but they need the appearance of order here. let them tussle about lyrium out of the bloody public view. ]
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Serah, I’m not sure what you mean...unless you’re speaking of my argument with Kostos on the magical schools? Because, I’m sorry, I don’t care what he told you, the spirit school isn’t that great, and wisps are dumb. It’s just a fact! Why would you want to summon some idiot wisp when you can summon a fireball? It’s just good sense, serah.
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that voice is a lot of things: high, young, full of shit — and definitely not ser gareth. ]
Ah, [ she fumbles, words wander off-track. wren closes her eyes, recollects. when she speaks again, the tone's less a softening than a displacement, still a touch too thrown to be truly rueful. ] I expect I've reached the wrong Gareth.
Between wisps and flames, I am inclined to agree. Neither is much for conversation, but fire makes a statement, no?
[ hey, it was good enough for the chant. there's no way to back out of this gracefully. ]
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Ah! Well, then. That’s no problem at all, there’s a bunch of us running around here. I’m sure one of them deserve your scolding.
—And you’d be surprised! I’ve had all sorts of conversations regarding fireballs. Sometimes, while making statements with them. Very versatile things, fireballs. Moreso than lightning, at least.
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