[ Argent looks around the library, which despite how the image almost makes her giggle - not quite, and anyone daring to pretend to the contrary will be summarily chainsawed in half - is, yes, she must admit probably not in need of any staff swinging. The troll troublemaker in her simply never dies, only occasionally goes dormant.
Also, it's childish and Emmrich is too nice to be dragged into such things. Though she knows even the goofy ass flight of fantasy already qualifies as deflecting a little, simply unsure what to say in the face of all this optimism and care for other for other people. So bizarre. ]
That one I'll have to see six, seven hundred times before I believe it, but--
[ A one shouldered shrug accompanies standing and the gesture equivalent of BRB as she heads a few feet away to retrieve her own staff from where it's been leaned up against a bookshelf. It is hilariously, much taller than she is, an effect sort of like a shepherd's crook, assuming a shepherd's job was to like, electrocute the sheep.
She finishes her thought as she follows Emmrich to the door, the tail to his kite:]
It's a nice thought, anyway.
[ The door opens onto a moderately sized stone courtyard; Argent doesn't know if she'll ever get used to traipsing around the Gallows when it represented so fear and corruption in her youth, but this spot, at least, looks both suitable and empty of demon. ]
You seem like a guy who can multitask - I mean, everyone thinks they can do that but I bet you actually can instead of just getting buried up to your neck in stuff kiiiind of started and then forgot about - so can you teach me about Nevarran magic and how to level up my battle stylishness at the same time?
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trolltroublemaker in her simply never dies, only occasionally goes dormant.Also, it's childish and Emmrich is too nice to be dragged into such things. Though she knows even the goofy ass flight of fantasy already qualifies as deflecting a little, simply unsure what to say in the face of all this optimism and care for other for other people. So bizarre. ]
That one I'll have to see six, seven hundred times before I believe it, but--
[ A one shouldered shrug accompanies standing and the gesture equivalent of BRB as she heads a few feet away to retrieve her own staff from where it's been leaned up against a bookshelf. It is hilariously, much taller than she is, an effect sort of like a shepherd's crook, assuming a shepherd's job was to like, electrocute the sheep.
She finishes her thought as she follows Emmrich to the door, the tail to his kite:]
It's a nice thought, anyway.
[ The door opens onto a moderately sized stone courtyard; Argent doesn't know if she'll ever get used to traipsing around the Gallows when it represented so fear and corruption in her youth, but this spot, at least, looks both suitable and empty of demon. ]
You seem like a guy who can multitask - I mean, everyone thinks they can do that but I bet you actually can instead of just getting buried up to your neck in stuff kiiiind of started and then forgot about - so can you teach me about Nevarran magic and how to level up my battle stylishness at the same time?