[Uncommonly good. Kid getting exactly what they want from Father Christmas good. Yes this is indeed suspicious, and Waver squints a little even as a chuckle is startled from him, thinking:
Don't be reckless, Iskandar.
Iskandar can handle it, but bad things happen when people are reckless. Waver will... just have to stand in the way of those things, and hopefully guide his god towards something just as effective and satisfying but more tempered in approach. A tone that's almost as light:]
Oh, I don't know. The reason of the sword might prove pretty persuasive in this case.
[A beat. Then two. Teleportation - the world changes. Then Waver hums thoughtfully as he glances into the gaping pit of the earth where a steel and concrete skeleton rises grasping to the sky.]
You've been looking forward to something like this.
[It's troublesome, sometimes, having a shinki that is as observant as hell. Mostly in the keeping the lid on the goods sort of way, sometimes in other 'hey... right now I'm reading you like a book' sort of ways.
And it's troublesome, sometimes, having a relationship with a shinki that so closely mirrors the one that was before, abet matured, and seasoned on both sides with all the scars life can inflict on a soul, even beneath that thin veneer called memory. It's easy to forget...
... perhaps this is one such moment. Perhaps not.
Waver, for his part, figures the observation can stand on its own. Pointing out the eagerness may be more than enough. Besides... they came here to kill the cat before it ate any unsuspecting souls... and Waver has just pinpointed it.]
Look. Up on the third floor overhanging the homeless camp.
[There's a flicker like witchfire to their eyes, a bright lash of tail out of the shadows. Waver had said he had belled the cat and this is perhaps what he meant. The ayakashi has mana clinging to it like embers from a fire, thrumming and preventing it concealing itself in the darkness without leaving a telltale crackling glow.]
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Don't be reckless, Iskandar.
Iskandar can handle it, but bad things happen when people are reckless. Waver will... just have to stand in the way of those things, and hopefully guide his god towards something just as effective and satisfying but more tempered in approach. A tone that's almost as light:]
Oh, I don't know. The reason of the sword might prove pretty persuasive in this case.
[A beat. Then two. Teleportation - the world changes. Then Waver hums thoughtfully as he glances into the gaping pit of the earth where a steel and concrete skeleton rises grasping to the sky.]
You've been looking forward to something like this.
[It's troublesome, sometimes, having a shinki that is as observant as hell. Mostly in the keeping the lid on the goods sort of way, sometimes in other 'hey... right now I'm reading you like a book' sort of ways.
And it's troublesome, sometimes, having a relationship with a shinki that so closely mirrors the one that was before, abet matured, and seasoned on both sides with all the scars life can inflict on a soul, even beneath that thin veneer called memory. It's easy to forget...
... perhaps this is one such moment. Perhaps not.
Waver, for his part, figures the observation can stand on its own. Pointing out the eagerness may be more than enough. Besides... they came here to kill the cat before it ate any unsuspecting souls... and Waver has just pinpointed it.]
Look. Up on the third floor overhanging the homeless camp.
[There's a flicker like witchfire to their eyes, a bright lash of tail out of the shadows. Waver had said he had belled the cat and this is perhaps what he meant. The ayakashi has mana clinging to it like embers from a fire, thrumming and preventing it concealing itself in the darkness without leaving a telltale crackling glow.]