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[slightlytaller]

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[megatheorem]

God no. I can't hike.

"Tomb-destroyer" is a much more intimidating title than Lord, if you ask me.

[particularly if you are a necromancer and there's a whole thing about some tomb somewhere? geez.]

[slightlytaller]

'Lord' is a title I bear unwillingly, one that's almost too heavy for my shoulders but I am obligated to carry nonetheless.

'Tomb-destroyer' just... hurts.

I destroyed it out of necessity, or else artifacts belonging to my King would be used for purposes that stood against everything he believed in.

[megatheorem]

You told me about that, before. I didn't say it was a good title.

[slightlytaller]

Thank you.

In only a few years, the true heir will come into legal majority and will be able to take it from my shoulders. Until then, I'm a dog to the family's will.

[megatheorem]

Here, too? That's exhausting. I might still be the Master Warden, but I'd lose my mind if I worried about the Library more than once every small age.

I don't mean try to forget, or pretend nothing abhorrent has ever happened. The unpleasant bits are still there. But still.

[slightlytaller]

I suppose you're right.

It's just hard to put the facts of the reality I understand aside. Realistically, There's not much chance of seeing anyone I know in this city. People like Gray and my students, or Reines and the others within the official ranks of the Mages Association, should have little bearing on my decisions.

But. Like with other matters, I find it hard to let go of that which helps define the person I am.

[megatheorem]

You never know. People from my corner of space keep showing up.

[it's! getting! wacky!]

Anyway, I don't like the idea that it has to be one or the other. I doubt anyone here is letting go of everything from 'before' wholesale.

[slightlytaller]

Then I'm going to pray to whatever gods care that no one like Reines or worse shows up.

It's nice, being free from that kind of headache for the first time in a decade.

You... do have a point.

My necromancer friend from home worries about me. I overheard him stating once that I have a hard time keeping my footing in the present-- whatever that means from someone who is similarly haunted by his past.

[megatheorem]

That's the spirit. Genuinely, I hope you feel better about it soon.

And is this a case of it taking one to know one? Maybe he sees something of himself in you.

[slightlytaller]

Maybe.

Although at first brush we seem different, that might be part of why we mesh so well. We can't forget our crimes nor our goals. And, frankly, I don't want to.

How have you been adjusting to life in this world? It's much bigger than a library.

[megatheorem]

So you're friends.

[he sees you, sir. that's friendship.]

I prefer it here with the sun gone out, frankly. The city is a shambles and I'm tired of butterflies, but I've been enjoying the company.

[slightlytaller]

With that person? Yes.

With the sun? No.

Although I'm used to the day-night cycle, the sun and I are barely on speaking terms. My best work is done at night when everyone is asleep.

That said, it's good to hear that you're enjoying the company. Even the more headache inducing parts of your timeline, from what it sounds like.

[megatheorem]

No one is friends with the sun.

I'm not enjoying a solid half of them. It is what it is.

[slightlytaller]

That is way too familiar.

Are you sure our worlds have no overlap? This isn't the first time I've heard things that were uncannily familiar from a stranger.

[megatheorem]

Not on the same planet. The Sixth isn't that big, besides, so we'd have met.

Maybe assholes are a universal truth.

[slightlytaller]

Maybe.

How annoying.

I'll table this for now if you think enchanting a blade is too dangerous for my living room, and look for a better workshop. Maybe one that's close by.

Where is your workshop at?

[megatheorem]

I do think that, yes.

It's Viktor's, technically; I don't know if you've met. He's generously lent me a table space. Over in Willful Machine, so not exactly close by without a lamp, no. Isn't Cellar Door less polluted than the rest? Not that I'm suggesting you wander straight into the blood mist and take a deep breath before work every morning, but...

[so close to home! hmm!]

[slightlytaller]

one person's work isn't going to make that big of an impact on the blood pollution problem. It's probably related to all the cult activities where they're trying to use us to fuel something we don't understand that.

Taking care of that problem will probably have a bigger effect on the environment.

I haven't met Viktor yet, but he sounds like someone worth looking up for ideas . I'll look into finding him.

[megatheorem]

If everyone considered themselves the one person whose work won't make it worse, it would easily get worse. That's just mathematics.

Anyway, you don't have to look very hard for him; we live together. Do you want me to put in a good word?

[slightlytaller]

Oh. I didn't realize you two were dating.

Maybe this isn't a situation I should be a bother about. Don't worry, I can figure it out.

[megatheorem]

Were you planning on hitting on him while finding a workshop? I'm not following.

[bud... don't be awkward.]

So no good word?

[slightlytaller]

What? No!

Why would I be interested in that kinda thing?!?!

I just don't want to be in the way.

You can tell him about me if you want. I don't care.

[megatheorem]

Asking for help isn't being in the way. I'll let him know; I don't know what criteria you have for a space, are there any?

I didn't actually think you would hit on him, for the record. It's fine.

[he's heard this man talk about his king, ahem...]

[slightlytaller]

[It was good to know that Palamedes was at least that trusting of him as a person, even with the level of half-truths he had been dropping in from the very start. Waver steadied himself-- and, more calmly, replied.]

Thanks.

I'm still perfecting my technique, but I shouldn't need a lot of space. Just enough for a long sword and a casting circle around it.

This is nothing like a summoning, so it doesn't need to be nearly as complex. I just want to get it right the first time.

It's a gift for a friend that I've made here, one to symbolize our agreement to work together.

A Knight needs a good weapon, after all.

[megatheorem]

Let's go with medium-sized, purely for comfort. Are you alright with the trip to Willful Machine?

You're really into making gifts for people, aren't you. This isn't a criticism; it's touching.

[he is Perceiving this, sorry.]