Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he sighs, softly. his smile gets a little wider, ducking his head a little.]

All right. But if you change your mind, I'm a great listener.

[kind of a joke at his expense--he'd just explained to Riku, a few weeks ago, that it was his job to listen to the problems of others. it was his purpose. hearing that would sometimes the guilt away from people, but it doesn't seem quite fitting here. ah.

so he starts on his story.]

The thing about creatures like me... Our souls live on forever, but our bodies are technically mortal. We're flesh and blood, we can be killed. My... brother, Crow...

[...is suddenly seems a silly thing to talk about, but honesty is honesty. they're sharing; he wants to give Mattias something in return for his speaking the truth about his scars and his training. that's why he'd thought of this explanation. it was going to come up someday anyway.]

...He's the one who killed the others, up at the ruins. He tried to kill my sisters, Finch, they-- [ah, he has to stop and gesture, briefly--] They had two heads, so they were they and not singular. Anyway.

[he returns to the rest of his work. his explanation might be just as disjointed and tangential as Mattias' was.]

He tried to kill Finch, but he didn't quite manage... They had time before their death to give me a gift, a blessing of eternal life. A chance to make things right again, for my family and for my world. Since my natural affinity for magic is through blood, that's where it settled. Now, my blood will heal any wound of mine, without so much as a scratch to show for it.

[which is... in itself, something that makes his heart sink. he longs for a scar, something to prove the passage of time. something that shows he can change, for once. still, that's not his point, and he latches onto the good thing with a breathy laugh.]

And I, actually... Am very bad at magic, compared to the others. It's embarrassing. I would never have figured out how to heal if Finch had not given me this gesture, since I was able to learn it by mimicking what it does to me...

[...done. he lifts his hand away, even though his grip lingers at Mattias' fingers, where he's been holding his arm up this whole time.]

...Ah, I thought I had more of a point to that, but. Maybe it's that good things come in strange packages?

[noctiphile]

[Mattias clings to that touch as long as Robin allows, his hand drifting to his lap when he's gone. Inquisitive, he rubs at the skin, marveling at the smoothness before chuckling.]

Perhaps it was in warning. Should I be wary when you use magic on me next?

[He glances up and catches sight of his hands again. It takes everything within him not to take them back. Shifting, he leans away from the temptation, threading his own fingers together and resting his elbows on the arm of the chair.] If you'll permit me, I think what you were trying to say—[He turns his arms out at the elbows. The barest shrug imaginable.]—is that we're both screw-ups. Just in opposite ways.

[He grins lopsidedly, folding his hands again.] Some would call that a good match.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[his absent smile turns into a grin, which bubbles over into a laughter--he is very permitted, and Robin's delighted with the suggestion.]

Well, I never hear it quite that way, but...

[a screw-up. it's so... true, but Mattias says it so easily. with a smile. maybe they're both surprised with how well they treat these things.]

I'll take it. [pressing his knuckles into the side of his own face, trying not to be too obviously charmed.] Anyway, I aught to go get that stuff I was talking about. I'll be back?

[noctiphile]

[There's a hint of mischief in his eyes as he turns his chair back to his console, flicking switches and starting up some sort of test on the newly fixed machine.]

And I'll be here.

[Waiting.]