Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

Comments

[shieldof]

If an insistence it what it takes, yes.

[she's not sure why this merits a laugh, but she'll take it.]

You weren't injured, were you?

[makeitfit]

Just a little roughed up. [Capochin waves a hand, brushing that off. Ignore the black eye and the bruised jaw and the still slight limp that he can't quite make himself get rid of.] I've had worse.

[shieldof]

If you're certain.

[She seems to be taking him at his word, despite evidence to the contrary.]

Restorative magic is rather beyond my purview regardless, I'm afraid.

[makeitfit]

Restory-tive magic, huh? [h m.] S'that how ya made me an' pink-head freeze up like dat?

Tha magic part, not tha restory-tive part.

[shieldof]

Oh, yes.

[She perks up a little at that line of inquiry.]

I've studied arcane manipulation of the weave of magic as long as I can remember.

[makeitfit]

Huh. I don't think I've ever heard 'a those before. Whassa "weave a' magic"?

[shieldof]

It's the flow and pull of magic across the material planes. You see-

[Sorry Capo, she is going on AT LENGTH about the fundamentals of spellcasting and manipulating the paths of energy that make up everything.]

[She cares about it a real normal amount, looks like.]

[makeitfit]

[...oh. So she's a NOID.

Got it.]

...Miz Faith, I ain't got no idea what ya talkin' about.

[shieldof]

Oh- oh, I apologize.

[She settles into the chair a little, back straightening and cheeks burning pink.]

[There's a moment of silence, just long enough to feel awkward.]

Did you wish to engage Knight Egaltine in fisticuffs again? I can help prepare a suitable space in the exercise room.

[makeitfit]

S'fine. Not that different from listenin' ta Banana ramble about movies. [there's a flicker in his face for a moment, but he's quickly moving on]

Ah--nah, nah, don't worry about dat. [though the title does catc his attention] I noticed ya callin' people with different titles. What's dat about? Not that I'm complainin' or anythin'.

[shieldof]

Ah- oh, that is simply a respectful form of address, is it not?

[makeitfit]

I guess. It ain't really used much where I'm from.

What's your title?

[shieldof]

I suppose it would be Lady Faith, should anyone here choose to use it. I will not insist upon it. You are all here- rather unexpectedly, it would be odd to demand more than basic courtesies.

[makeitfit]

Unexpectedly on our part, yeah. You seem t' be not expectin' much in da way of niceties from us.

[shieldof]

It doesn't seem unreasonable that you should be upset with me, in the circumstances. I do appreciate those of you who have chosen to behave otherwise, of course.

[makeitfit]

What, did ya ask your God to bring us here or somethin'? Cause othawise ya just tha messenger.

[shieldof]

Ha, I suppose so. But I am a willing messenger, even in this.

[makeitfit]

[A beat. Then, in a tone of voice that betrays a surprising amount of understanding:]

Willin' don't make it easy.

[shieldof]

[A beat of her own. And, hesitantly.]

You speak from experience. Not easy, perhaps. But do you find it worth it?

[makeitfit]

[Another moment, a beat, then:]

...yeah. Yeah, it's woith it. Workin' fer Inspekta, helpin' him get things done,it's real rewardin'.

[shieldof]

[She nods.]

It has been the same for myself.

[and it'll for sure continue to be so right]

I hope the rest of you may also come to appreciate this place, in time, even in these circumstances.

[makeitfit]

[surely! This will all be worth it!]

...yeah...

...speakin' of dat, think you could get a read on da A-pocky-lips back in our woild? It's, uh...kinda worryin'.