I think they truly may not know anything. But they aren't inclined to be helpful, either. They know people come from different worlds, but it's outside their realm of understanding that magic exists?
[He huffs a bit of a laugh. Yeah. Ridiculous to think that magic doesn't exist.]
Seems that Chad's tactic is to not speak at all, Sally spins you around so fast you lose track of your own tail, Viola plays a sympathetic ear while not actually answering anything, and Luke . . .
Just flopping himself onto one of the couches in the common area, putting his feet over the arm of it and getting comfy. Caleb can do whatever he likes with the books, this was the deal.]
[He'd seemed all relaxed until, of all people, Caleb starts asking about feelings? It's an uncomfortable thing. He knows he's probably just being polite, but something about it sits like a rock in his stomach.]
Ehm. [He waffles, scratching at his chest.] Fine, I guess. Sure, the sudden displacement thing is unsettling, but what can you do about it? Not like I'm alone here at least.
[He pulls the shirt and coat to the side a little, so he can see it. Since it's not too far off the center of his chest. It's still pretty gnarly, but scabbed over. Around the right size for a glaive blade, but twisted.]
It really isn't that bad. Think I got worse in the Victory Pit the other week.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
[He grumbles a bit and adjusts his coat.]
Your thoughts?
no subject
no subject
Seems that Chad's tactic is to not speak at all, Sally spins you around so fast you lose track of your own tail, Viola plays a sympathetic ear while not actually answering anything, and Luke . . .
no subject
no subject
[Oh, but he seems to remember something, reaching over to sort of slap him lightly with the back of a hand.]
Oh - Books? You wanted some, right?
no subject
Ja, books? What do they have?
no subject
Ah ... [He doesn't know?] Lots of stuff? I can bring you an armful if you want.
no subject
no subject
[Waving him on then, towards the dorms. He can go pop in and grab them while he's here.]
And if anything, I'd be the one in bad graces.
no subject
no subject
[That's a sure.]
no subject
no subject
Now don't tell anyone about the exciting things you see in here, like . . . that chair or anything. We won't be able to beat back the throngs.
no subject
no subject
Just flopping himself onto one of the couches in the common area, putting his feet over the arm of it and getting comfy. Caleb can do whatever he likes with the books, this was the deal.]
no subject
Good to go.
no subject
[Gesturing around? There's chairs and couches. Also plants?]
no subject
[Fine, he'll sit down.]
. . . How are you doing with everything, Mollymauk?
no subject
[He'd seemed all relaxed until, of all people, Caleb starts asking about feelings? It's an uncomfortable thing. He knows he's probably just being polite, but something about it sits like a rock in his stomach.]
Ehm. [He waffles, scratching at his chest.] Fine, I guess. Sure, the sudden displacement thing is unsettling, but what can you do about it? Not like I'm alone here at least.
no subject
No. But, um, maybe your injuries are still troubling you? Or maybe it's odd with Beauregard and I remembering a little longer?
no subject
[He pulls the shirt and coat to the side a little, so he can see it. Since it's not too far off the center of his chest. It's still pretty gnarly, but scabbed over. Around the right size for a glaive blade, but twisted.]
It really isn't that bad. Think I got worse in the Victory Pit the other week.
no subject
no subject
[But he doesn't seem that irritated, just. Fed up.]
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)