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[hyanaimne]

[she's been getting pretty good at this typing thing, hence why her post today is in text, rather than anything else. It's good practice! Also she can't stop grinning so it's probably for the best considering what she's asking for today]

I require volunteers for something of an experiment. I am looking for those able to cast magic, and those willing to have magic cast upon them. I suppose one could say this is in the name of science, yes? And should one volunteer, all I require is an afternoon of your time.

There is no risk of harm or damage, of course. Except perhaps to one's dignity.

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[overclocking]

[ He's a little surprised at himself, too, but... There's something about being locked in an utterly monotonous prison facility that inspires a person to spend much of their time thinking. Inevitably they focuses on their previous conversations (arguments), turning them over and wondering about the what ifs and should I haves. He didn't forget what he told her, about trust. He wants it to mean something. ]

[ Lighter this time, pointedly so; ] Will I at least get to find out what kind of magic it'll be ahead of time?

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[hyanaimne]

[she considers her screen for a while, before she switches over to video]

Of course. I and the others will not cast anything on anyone without express permission.

[overclocking]

[ He blinks a few times at the sudden video, taken aback, before finally responding. ]

... What did you have in mind?

[hyanaimne]

Just protection and binding spells, for now. Anything else that will not cause any sort of harm . . . someone has a flying spell they may use, which again, will not cause harm.

[overclocking]

[ 'Flying spell' sounds like it has a lot of potential to cause harm, but that might just be his perpetual bad luck talking...... ]

That doesn't sound so bad. [ Maybe... ] I'm durable, anyway, so I'm not really worried about it.

[hyanaimne]

[she can't help but roll her eyes]

Yes, I am aware.

[overclocking]

[ And now we have a return to the previous Making of Faces. (His nose hurt for days.) ]

I'm aware you're aware.

[hyanaimne]

[you deserved it!!]

Then?

[overclocking]

[ He didn't even do anything. ]

Nothing. Nevermind.

When do you need me?

[hyanaimne]

[she seems to remember a GUNSHOT WOUND]

Relatively soon. I haven't set a proper date for it yet.

[overclocking]

[ Well yes but it's not like he shot himself (this time) ]

I guess just let me know, then. You know where to find me.

[hyanaimne]

[he was still dumb about it]

Mmm. I will.

[overclocking]

Just let me know a few days in advance, if you can. So I know to be here.

And also...

[ Hesitates, and then with an air of business having concluded, he moves onto personal. ]

Actually, I wanted to talk to you anyway.

[hyanaimne]

Alright.

[she blinks, tilting her head]

What about?

[overclocking]

It probably doesn't even matter anymore, but... [ But he's had too much time alone with his head. It's how he ends up apologizing to angelic bastards, among other things. ]

I've been thinking about what I said to you that day, before—before everything.

Mostly that I shouldn't have said it at all.

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[hyanaimne]

[she's just going to switch this over to private, since. Yes]

And why is that?

[overclocking]

[ Good idea. ]

Because you were just being kind. [ And frankly, he has no idea how to really deal with that when it isn't coming from Rosette. ]

And I wasn't.

[hyanaimne]

[there's no answer from her for a while; she's thinking back on that conversation, and how she acted.

Finally, she lets out a slow breath]

It is not as though I was not acting like a brat, either.

[overclocking]

Well-

[ He seems to recall being smacked in the head... ]

... Yeah. You were.

But two brats doesn't make a not-brat.

[hyanaimne]

No, it does not.

[it's almost like she's done, except the next part is out before she can stop herself]

It—takes a lot, to even be able to do that at times. Ah, act and say as I did. I am not used to it.

[overclocking]

... I'm not either. [ Equally a confession, and quiet besides. ]

"Rosette's the only person who knows or cares"... that's been the truth for a really long time. I'm don't really know how to react to anything else.

[ It almost doubles as an apology for the train, in light of everything else; ] Sorry.

[hyanaimne]

At least, you know how to react to someone.

[it isn't said in a way to earn pity; it's simply the truth.

But, she shrugs at the apology]

I felt better after I punched you. So, forgiven.

[overclocking]

[ His brow furrows for a moment, but then he shakes his head, expression clearing. ]

... We'll both just have to learn to adapt.

[hyanaimne]

I suppose we will.

[overclocking]

And you need to learn how to pull your punches, while you're at it.