[ Good news does not necessitate an instant response and so Emet-Selch keeps working, only to pause at the second text. The third makes him step back from the tetchy spellwork. ]
Ah. So it's evasive to be thorough when I debrief?
I suppose that depends on how well your day's been going so far. Solid good mood, I hope? No grave inconveniences? Prolonged disruptions to your very important work?
Two sentences is thorough now? Suggest that to Pashtarot, and make sure I am present when you do.
My day has been perfectly adequate. [ if lacking in ae's presence. ] And no, aside from inadequate quantities of several books on theoretical applications of spellwork I wished to borrow. Neither would they allow me to make a copy of the base version. I must wait and amuse myself in other ways until tomorrow.
Patience, my most eminent Emet-Selch. Sometimes, a good symphony takes a few bars to swell. Though, now that you mention it, that does sound like a pleasant way to interrupt his next bloviating session.
Absurd they wouldn't give you dispensation for a few books. It IS adorable how you follow the rules, though. Ah. Speaking of amusement. We can shuffle ourselves right on to the main event. That automaton you tinkered up for me. I've finally managed to send her like I would myself. And with my threading still intact! So. I can control her remotely. That's the good news!! The okay news is, even across great distances, my control over her is so fine I was able to mostly put that thing you were working on in your office back together after manifesting her in the center of it.
[ he knew it. the question is which project has been sacrificed. was it the large spread of parchment painstakingly taped together with even snips of tape, each parchment aligned perfectly, laid out across their living room floor until hythlodaeus had nearly stepped on it one too many times and 'asked' (told him to or he'd do it himself) him to relocate to his office. or, was it the complex mess of circuitry and soldered metal? he could fix either, both would be equally tedious. ]
Dare I ask which was sacrificed upon the altar of progress?
And, how did it handle the transportation? Both the teleportation itself and the...we shall call it arrival. If it was damaged, I should like to look at it before you attempt to make any repairs to judge weak points.
That marvelous bit of engineering, I'm afraid. The one that makes the whole apartment smell like ozone when you work on it.
Perfectly! Our girl got a bit hot on the ride, but I'm sure that's on my end. Just need to knit some aetheric shielding into the spell work. Near as I can tell, the delay in call and response is next to nothing. Though, the digits could use greater articulation.
Oh. And I think some of your circuits may have fused with her internal makings. Created new connections. As a warning. When I look through her eyes it's quite charming, but it's not my weave that I see. I wonder if this is how the seamed see the world? Disorienting, if so.
If you haven't already, I would speak with Hythlodaeus; one of the projects for Elpis may suit. Specifically, the transportation method of creations to their relevant biomes.
If you bring it by, I will take a look at its articulation when I sort out the additional circuitry. Have you inadvertently created a fire hazard, or will it keep for a day or two?
You will have to be more specific about what you see. Does it differ from what you saw before the unintentional fusion?
Clever, you! I will. Perhaps something used to move those aetheric condensate creations.
Come now, you know I wouldn't leave an unintentional fire hazard anywhere. She is quite inert when I am not managing her threads and should be fine until you can get to her. Do not let my little experiments disrupt your work.
Yes, a goodly bit, even. My threads are there, but lost in the density of it all. There's a great deal more color. And it ripples.
Really! Why can't they needlessly hold up all of your most pressing business when I'm home for once? Hm. Actually. Saving that idea for later...
Stars! Are you suggesting that our abilities have mingled and passed down to her? [ he is absolutely not going to get tired of this bit. ]
Everywhere. But denser around life. And densest within the cores of other people. Jokes aside, I've never seen so many colors, Hades. How do you do it? If the world always looked like this, I would never get any work done.
The Convocation's work is not what is currently vexing me; it is of my own making. But if I do not do it now, I will have to do it later and I find I like the idea of doing it later much less than doing now.
I am suggesting that a being meant to accept aether to keep itself powered may also have absorbed the abilities from those who keep it running. Aether tinged a little too much one way or another. Which, to me, indicates that Hythlodaeus' concept of glasses that one could use to see what he and I do may be less tedious than anticipated.
Learning how to see past it - or see the world as all else perceive it, I suppose, was a skill honed early out of necessity.
Really, Hades. Do you honestly believe I could be given the chance to see the world as you and Hythlodaeus do and think it anything less than a gift? Silly. It's overwhelming, yes. But you see the world in water colors. In a glance, you're given so many secrets. All the fingerprints a person's left on the world around them. I did not realize that your office, our home, was the color of twilight. Our three souls mingled there, right? It's hard enough for me not to get lost on my threads, you know. If I could see, every day, all the edges where souls mix and mingle and make new colors, I'd be lost to the both of you. It's all I'd ever want to do. So, no. I do not dislike it.
Please tell Hythlodaeus about the glasses. It will mean more coming from you, and he could use the boost, I think.
Now, tell me more about this pressing personal project.
Perhaps dislike was a clumsy word choice. I worried it might be overwhelming. I found it to be so when I was very young, unused to how to turn the ability off, so to speak. Getting lost in the sight was- is too easily managed, even now.
Why would I tell him? You are perfectly capable and partially culpable. 'Twould mean no more or less if I did, and I think he would like to see you.
The project, I fear, is not in any state fit for public consumption or review. When it is, if it is, I will let you know.
Even awe is something a person learns to navigate, after a fashion. Not taking away from it. Not at all. Just, I'm used to being discombobulated. I do wonder, what'd happen if you or Hythlodaeus looked through our girl's eyes? Would you see the weave as I do?
More encouragement from me? He'll brush it off as flattery. A thimble of water poured into the sea.
First on the list of notifications, I hope?
In Doros. South of Amaurot. Lovely little island city. Blisteringly hot, though. And they settle every little thing with trials of combat. I've stopped offering to pick up the bill for meals. Takes an age to determine who actually gets to pay, and my knuckles are starting to ache.
[ the battle between 'if I acknowledge it Ae will likely keep doing it even more' and 'the robot does not have a gender' is one he doesn't enjoy, but nonetheless experiences. ]
We may as well attempt it, if you bring it back in one piece. I would be curious to know the effects if someone who possessed neither sight wore the glasses, but that is a thought to consider at a later point once we've actually created the damned item and it is no longer hypothetical.
Doros? To the northwest a particular kind of tree grows. Orange leaves, minimal branches save for at the crown, grows in [ the typing stops for a moment as he strains to remember from one of hythlodaeus' lectures about this tree specifically ] small groups of at least five, as far as I recall.
If your knuckles are not overly bruised and your path brings you back to Amaurot relatively soon, I would appreciate a small bundle of wood.
[ Ae has crafted an 'even if i lose i win' situation with this mammet, where he is delighted no matter the outcome. and he is terribly smug about it. ]
I will make her safe return an utmost priority, then. She will be overjoyed to see you again.
Yeah, yeah! Saw those on the trip out. Clustered near right up to the coast, full of singing birds. Very picturesque. Reminded me of home, a bit. Erytheia, I mean. Not Amaurot.
Highly specific. You've left me terribly curious, my love. If a week is not too long, I will be here in Doros for two more days seeing through the end of their annual games. Then, three days to sail back. You should have your wood on the seventh day at the latest. Should I grab you anything else? Aside from my usual, of course.
It will not be anything other than faintly singed from whatever trials and tribulations you've put it through. Will you require another? I've one partially built and could finish it easily enough by the time you arrive.
[ so help him if he hears anything about how they're sisters and ae has the big sister ]
I require nothing else but you and the wood. Give my apologies to the birds for the disruption. As to the use - I will explain if the attempt bears fruit. Utilizing a more natural ink rather than an enchanted ink may be the solution, but I am doubtful.
Well, look at you! Already eager to grow our little family! Journeys are always more pleasant when there are a pair of feet beside your own. Yes, I do think she might appreciate the company.
Interesting. Scrivening's a new hobby for you.
[ he could, of course, stretch fingers into thread, pluck a few strings, and see what hums finest. perhaps help Hades find the faster, better course. but then, that'd ruin the surprise, and there are few things Ae loves more than being surprised by his better parts.
here, he could also speak from the heart. exclaim how eager he is to be home, to see Hades, Hythlodaeus. to pull them into bed for a full week and not leave. lament how that time still would not be enough. but then, that would be telling, and so instead he settles on simply: ]
You'll have all you require in no time at all, my Moon.
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[ a ten minute pause. ]
Scratch that, actually.
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I've got okay news!!
YIPPEE
Is anyone - including you - injured?
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Is "anyone" inclusive of inanimate objects?
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What did you break?
i hate all his icons rn so I'm leaning on the mask ones
Oh, but I'm being rude.
How's your day been, darling?
NOOOO they're so cute i'm sorry
Will my answer change depending on your news?
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I suppose that depends on how well your day's been going so far.
Solid good mood, I hope? No grave inconveniences? Prolonged disruptions to your very important work?
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My day has been perfectly adequate. [ if lacking in ae's presence. ] And no, aside from inadequate quantities of several books on theoretical applications of spellwork I wished to borrow. Neither would they allow me to make a copy of the base version. I must wait and amuse myself in other ways until tomorrow.
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Though, now that you mention it, that does sound like a pleasant way to interrupt his next bloviating session.
Absurd they wouldn't give you dispensation for a few books. It IS adorable how you follow the rules, though.
Ah. Speaking of amusement. We can shuffle ourselves right on to the main event.
That automaton you tinkered up for me. I've finally managed to send her like I would myself. And with my threading still intact! So. I can control her remotely.
That's the good news!!
The okay news is, even across great distances, my control over her is so fine I was able to mostly put that thing you were working on in your office back together after manifesting her in the center of it.
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the question is which project has been sacrificed. was it the large spread of parchment painstakingly taped together with even snips of tape, each parchment aligned perfectly, laid out across their living room floor until hythlodaeus had nearly stepped on it one too many times and 'asked' (told him to or he'd do it himself) him to relocate to his office. or, was it the complex mess of circuitry and soldered metal? he could fix either, both would be equally tedious. ]
Dare I ask which was sacrificed upon the altar of progress?
And, how did it handle the transportation? Both the teleportation itself and the...we shall call it arrival. If it was damaged, I should like to look at it before you attempt to make any repairs to judge weak points.
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Perfectly! Our girl got a bit hot on the ride, but I'm sure that's on my end. Just need to knit some aetheric shielding into the spell work.
Near as I can tell, the delay in call and response is next to nothing. Though, the digits could use greater articulation.
Oh.
And I think some of your circuits may have fused with her internal makings. Created new connections. As a warning.
When I look through her eyes it's quite charming, but it's not my weave that I see.
I wonder if this is how the seamed see the world? Disorienting, if so.
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If you haven't already, I would speak with Hythlodaeus; one of the projects for Elpis may suit. Specifically, the transportation method of creations to their relevant biomes.
If you bring it by, I will take a look at its articulation when I sort out the additional circuitry. Have you inadvertently created a fire hazard, or will it keep for a day or two?
You will have to be more specific about what you see. Does it differ from what you saw before the unintentional fusion?
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Come now, you know I wouldn't leave an unintentional fire hazard anywhere. She is quite inert when I am not managing her threads and should be fine until you can get to her. Do not let my little experiments disrupt your work.
Yes, a goodly bit, even. My threads are there, but lost in the density of it all. There's a great deal more color.
And it ripples.
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Colors? I suppose it is not impossible my own abilities leeched through given how much of myself I had to put into creating it.
Do you see the colors everywhere, or centralized around people? Souls?
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Hm. Actually. Saving that idea for later...
Stars! Are you suggesting that our abilities have mingled and passed down to her? [ he is absolutely not going to get tired of this bit. ]
Everywhere. But denser around life. And densest within the cores of other people.
Jokes aside, I've never seen so many colors, Hades. How do you do it?
If the world always looked like this, I would never get any work done.
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I am suggesting that a being meant to accept aether to keep itself powered may also have absorbed the abilities from those who keep it running. Aether tinged a little too much one way or another. Which, to me, indicates that Hythlodaeus' concept of glasses that one could use to see what he and I do may be less tedious than anticipated.
Learning how to see past it - or see the world as all else perceive it, I suppose, was a skill honed early out of necessity.
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Do you honestly believe I could be given the chance to see the world as you and Hythlodaeus do and think it anything less than a gift? Silly.
It's overwhelming, yes. But you see the world in water colors. In a glance, you're given so many secrets. All the fingerprints a person's left on the world around them.
I did not realize that your office, our home, was the color of twilight. Our three souls mingled there, right?
It's hard enough for me not to get lost on my threads, you know. If I could see, every day, all the edges where souls mix and mingle and make new colors, I'd be lost to the both of you. It's all I'd ever want to do.
So, no. I do not dislike it.
Please tell Hythlodaeus about the glasses. It will mean more coming from you, and he could use the boost, I think.
Now, tell me more about this pressing personal project.
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Why would I tell him? You are perfectly capable and partially culpable. 'Twould mean no more or less if I did, and I think he would like to see you.
The project, I fear, is not in any state fit for public consumption or review. When it is, if it is, I will let you know.
Where are you, now?
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Not taking away from it. Not at all. Just, I'm used to being discombobulated.
I do wonder, what'd happen if you or Hythlodaeus looked through our girl's eyes? Would you see the weave as I do?
More encouragement from me? He'll brush it off as flattery. A thimble of water poured into the sea.
First on the list of notifications, I hope?
In Doros. South of Amaurot. Lovely little island city. Blisteringly hot, though. And they settle every little thing with trials of combat. I've stopped offering to pick up the bill for meals. Takes an age to determine who actually gets to pay, and my knuckles are starting to ache.
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We may as well attempt it, if you bring it back in one piece. I would be curious to know the effects if someone who possessed neither sight wore the glasses, but that is a thought to consider at a later point once we've actually created the damned item and it is no longer hypothetical.
Doros? To the northwest a particular kind of tree grows. Orange leaves, minimal branches save for at the crown, grows in [ the typing stops for a moment as he strains to remember from one of hythlodaeus' lectures about this tree specifically ] small groups of at least five, as far as I recall.
If your knuckles are not overly bruised and your path brings you back to Amaurot relatively soon, I would appreciate a small bundle of wood.
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I will make her safe return an utmost priority, then. She will be overjoyed to see you again.
Yeah, yeah! Saw those on the trip out. Clustered near right up to the coast, full of singing birds. Very picturesque. Reminded me of home, a bit.
Erytheia, I mean. Not Amaurot.
Highly specific. You've left me terribly curious, my love.
If a week is not too long, I will be here in Doros for two more days seeing through the end of their annual games. Then, three days to sail back. You should have your wood on the seventh day at the latest. Should I grab you anything else? Aside from my usual, of course.
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It will not be anything other than faintly singed from whatever trials and tribulations you've put it through. Will you require another? I've one partially built and could finish it easily enough by the time you arrive.
[ so help him if he hears anything about how they're sisters and ae has the big sister ]
I require nothing else but you and the wood. Give my apologies to the birds for the disruption. As to the use - I will explain if the attempt bears fruit. Utilizing a more natural ink rather than an enchanted ink may be the solution, but I am doubtful.
[ then, after a pause. ]
I will be glad to see you.
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Well, look at you! Already eager to grow our little family!
Journeys are always more pleasant when there are a pair of feet beside your own. Yes, I do think she might appreciate the company.
Interesting. Scrivening's a new hobby for you.
[ he could, of course, stretch fingers into thread, pluck a few strings, and see what hums finest. perhaps help Hades find the faster, better course. but then, that'd ruin the surprise, and there are few things Ae loves more than being surprised by his better parts.
here, he could also speak from the heart. exclaim how eager he is to be home, to see Hades, Hythlodaeus. to pull them into bed for a full week and not leave. lament how that time still would not be enough. but then, that would be telling, and so instead he settles on simply: ]
You'll have all you require in no time at all, my Moon.
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this is so corny I made myself laugh (derogatory)
IT'S SO GOOD
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