[Noel watches the guy for a moment, torn between curiosity and something more like confusion. How can someone be so...chipper, at a time like this? Is it just an act?
Not like he's gonna ask. But he's interested.]
What, you need to read in order to do magic? [Look, that's just not how Final Fantasy magic works-- ...but after a moment, he says reluctantly,] You're right, though. I prefer a weapon I can hold in my hands. Feels more...reliable, I guess.
You don't have to read anything. Or, well, you don't need to. But it helps!
[ does flat notice that he's being scrutinized? from the way that he responds, it doesn't seem to register. he does smile when noel talks about himself, seeming somewhat relieved. ]
That's great! You're like the brawn to someone else's brains. What weapon do you use? A sword? A lance? A gun?
[You know, a more thoughtful person might look at that phrase --the brawn to someone else's brains-- and think...are you calling me stupid? Fortunately, and maybe a bit ironically, Noel isn't using enough critical thinking skills to make that connection.
Besides. It's not like it's untrue. Except that the brains of his partnership... well. She's long gone.]
Swords. I'm starting to think that's pretty common around here.
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[Noel watches the guy for a moment, torn between curiosity and something more like confusion. How can someone be so...chipper, at a time like this? Is it just an act?
Not like he's gonna ask. But he's interested.]
What, you need to read in order to do magic? [Look, that's just not how Final Fantasy magic works-- ...but after a moment, he says reluctantly,] You're right, though. I prefer a weapon I can hold in my hands. Feels more...reliable, I guess.
sorry for the delay!
[ does flat notice that he's being scrutinized? from the way that he responds, it doesn't seem to register. he does smile when noel talks about himself, seeming somewhat relieved. ]
That's great! You're like the brawn to someone else's brains. What weapon do you use? A sword? A lance? A gun?
no worries!!
Besides. It's not like it's untrue. Except that the brains of his partnership... well. She's long gone.]
Swords. I'm starting to think that's pretty common around here.