[ At first, her expression doesn't seem to change. She listens raptly, but manages to keep the look on her face as neutral as possible. His explanation is vague enough that she could feign ignorance if she has to, but in actuality, she follows most of it. Something present during the festival—she could feel it as well, but she's much more guarded about that. Force of habit.
Her countenance shifts drastically when he wills the flame into existence, wide eyes flitting between mage and his magic. Seeing something like this out in the open (outside of the Coven, at least) is still extremely rare for her, and even if she wanted to, it would be difficult for the younger woman to mask her surprise.
She stands there in silence for a moment, watching intently before finally speaking up. ]
...Could you tell me how you did that?
[ Please. Nothing she's tried has worked thus far. ]
[Nothing about her change in countenance misses him. Nor is it something he cannot understand. He comes from a world where magic is not treated as the mundane and every day, but is treated with awe, respect – and caution.
Acquiescing easily, he inclines his head. He can best show respect by giving her what she seeks – answers – not by frustrating her with questions about who she is and whence she comes from.
He extinguishes the fire, and curls his hand into a fist. He closes his eyes, and recites aloud the motions as he goes through them. He’s a lonely voice, calm in the dark.]
First, I oppose my instincts. When I think to cast magic, every fibre of myself yearns in answer, all calling out to what has always been there. I must ignore my very nature. Here, the only magic I can grasp is within.
Thus, I turn that yearning inwards. There lies an alien essence. It does not sit still – it broils, with its own eagerness. If I master myself, I am able to touch it, I need do it only briefly for it to burst with energy, with potential. [He opens his hand.]
Then it is a matter of the will, and the focus of mind's inner eye – to coax the spark from myself, to shape it as I want. As an enchantment, as a glyph, as [the fire reappears, dancing on his palm] a flame.
[He does not feel an expert, here - nor does he feel in love with this strange magic, not like he is with the Fade.]
That is how I have managed over the day, at any rate.
I doubt that Piltover's technology is quite so advanced, to put it lightly.
[ Because um. What? ]
Hopefully we can find a way back sooner than later, for both of our sakes. My situation isn't nearly as dire, but I will do everything that I can to help efforts along here. In the meantime, it might be a good idea to learn what we can about this place. It may end up helping us once we are able to return home.
Well, maybe you should count yourself lucky then. Technology does great things, but in the wrong hands...
[ He doesn't feel like he needs to say it, for her to understand. ]
You can count me in on that, dire or not. I'm sure the more help we all have the better, I just hope people are willing to put their heads together and work alongside one another instead of keeping what could be potentially vital information to themselves.
I doubt that that will be an issue. We all have the same goal, and once the initial shock over what has happened fades, I know that we can come together and find a way to get everyone back to their respective worlds.
So you'd think, but it's possible that there are some who think they're better off here, or want to stay. I haven't met anyone who's said as much yet, but- it's still certainly a possibility. Either way, at least the bulk of us will be looking, learning what we can.
[ She gets that! But also calm down Eren it really isn't that dire.
Lux blinks a few times, looking confused as he squints at her. ]
Yes, I— [ Wait. Now it's her turn to stare at him. ] That's what it is! I knew you looked familiar, but I couldn't quite figure out why. But I thought that was just a dream!
It was more than that. [ hm. this is troubling. ] Everyone who came from a mirror had the same dream. That’s why I’m asking about dragons in the first place.
I've heard of cases where entire villages began experiencing the same nightmare, night after night. But they weren't transported like we were, and the nightmares only lasted while that spirit was still active.
[ Never mind that she had been the one to defeat it. She can gloss over that minor detail. ]
by the look in eren’s eyes— he wants to ask more. things he doesn’t know of, unheard things, from even. their aimless search to find a dragon. they’re as rare as mihairi had said they were. ]
[ There's something in that quiet pause that says so much, and for a moment Lux hesitates. She knows that tone, that look—it's something she does, when she wants to learn more. Can she..? ]
It does... It's not necessarily uncommon where I come from, but it sounds like that might not be the case in your world.
[ The light of a smile peeking through, she offers a hand out to him. ]
[ a grunt that should’ve meant “likewise”, or something. same energy. ]
It’s . . . Their festival. [ he doesn’t truly have an opinion on it— ] Different cultures. [ he does seem mildly interested when he looks out towards all these said festivities, but . . . there’s something that’s stopping him from digging deeper. ] I’m only passing by.
[ As Akira observes her working, the thing that likely jumps out most is how polite and poised she is—from the way she speaks, to how she moves and holds herself. Meticulous and almost effortless, practiced past the point of perfection and all done in order to set her patient at ease. Like she said, Lux has done this sort of thing before; in a much different context, but the motions are all practically the same.
It's as if she knows she is being watched, even if she may not immediately know from where.
Lux turns her head when she hears him speak, looking up at him from over her shoulder. ]
[ If his time with the Phantom Thieves has taught him anything, it's that even the most meticulous exterior can be hiding something much deeper—although Akira imagines this case to be more like Makoto or Haru and less like any of the rotten adults they've come across. ]
You look pretty comfortable in this role. [ Aside from her reaction to the needle earlier, which makes Akira think that she probably wasn't a medic. She doesn't look much older than him, but it's still clear that Lux has seen some things. ]
[ That's a difficult question to answer. She can't talk about her work with the Illuminators even here, in the rare chance that someone from her world might be listening. But Akira's perceptive, so a non-answer won't work here—and really, something like that wouldn't be fair to him. So instead of answering him right away, Lux turns her head to look toward the line of beds in front of them before slowly standing up. ]
I help look after our people.
[ Vague, she knows; and as she turns to start walking, she catches his eye. This isn't necessarily something that she wants to talk about here. The air is already heavy, and she doesn't want to add to that. ]
Our nation has been at war for generations, and there have been times when I was asked to visit those areas that have been hit the hardest.
[ She did say that she was used to this kind of thing. As they move to a more sterile part of the infirmary, Lux begins to take off her gloves. ]
And you? You look like you have some experience with this sort of thing as well.
[ Well, that much comes as no surprise—but the brief meeting of their eyes implies that there's more to be said, so Akira gathers himself and trails behind her towards the front of the infirmary again. ]
No wonder. [ War is... quite a bit outside his scope of experiences. The Phantom Thieves may have been fighting a battle much larger than themselves, but nothing on that scale, nothing that raw. A bit quieter, while he's removing his own gloves: ] That must have been tough.
[ When the question is turned back on him, there's the barest moment of hesitation. Akira's unwillingness to speak about his role as Joker has a lot less to do with worry about running into someone from home and much more about wanting to preserve that secret identity in case he ever needs it here. Besides, having people assume him a completely mundane high school student has never hurt before. ]
I visited the doctor a lot. You have something done to you enough times, it's not that hard to imitate.
[ She doesn't answer him with right away, and as she removes her mask Lux offers him a small, quiet smile. ]
When it's all you know, you get used to it.
[ If anything, existing in a vibrant, relatively peaceful and accepting place like this has been more difficult for her. It's something that Demacia will never have, and there's a certain sadness that lingers at the edges of her mind. This was what she wanted, but it's not hers to have.
He hesitates, and at first she isn't sure why. As he explains, her eyes widen slightly, brows knitted in concern. He... Is he sick? ]
Should you be doing something like this? What if you get sick here as well?
[ Akira isn't totally sure he buys that line. There was a fatigue in Lux's eyes earlier that makes him think that while it may not surprise her anymore, it's still not an easy thing to deal with.
The conclusion she jumps to makes sense, when he thinks about it, but he's momentarily surprised by the concern that meets his answer. Once he's removed his mask, he shakes his head, offering a vaguely amused look. ]
No, I'm healthy. It was more like... clinical trials. [ Does she even have those where she's from? ]
[ He has no reason to lie, just like she has no reason to believe him, but why does it feel like there's more to it than that? But more to the point...
Blinking a few times as she processes what he says, she turns it over in her head before— ]
I'm not sure I follow.
[ Nope. She has no idea what he's talking about. ]
[ This has, admittedly, been one of the most interesting parts of talking to the other new arrivals to the city. The variety in the worlds from which they were pulled is massive. Akira wasn't quite sure how to pin down Lux's when strife is a universal constant, but between her name (it sounds like something right out of a fantasy RPG) and now this, he's guessing it's less modern than his. ]
It's a way to test medicine that's being developed. She would see how my body reacted and if there were any side effects.
[ It probably sounds like a strange thing to willingly subject himself to, and Akira can't really go into the arrangement they worked out, so he continues after another pause. ] She was working on a cure for a former patient.
[ Oh. Lux's concerned frown makes a return, but it isn't as pronounced as earlier. She's worried (who wouldn't be), but there's a hint of understanding there as well. If given the choice herself, she would very likely do the same thing as he did, so she would be a hypocrite if she lectured him about putting his own health in jeopardy.
But he does get a quiet, huffed sigh in her response. All right, maybe she's a little bit of a hypocrite. ]
That's very noble of both of you. [ A beat. ] Did you know them? The patient, I mean.
[ Her sigh elicits a small smile this time. The concern sort of reminds him of home, of being scolded by friendly faces for his recklessness. ]
Not personally. [ Akira doesn't mind this sort of prying, where he can speak more freely without having to twist his words to hide his identity. ] I just know it was a little girl named Miwa.
[ What would the doctor think about the things he saw here today? He wonders, glancing down at the bag of medicine. Magical illness is definitely outside of her area of expertise, but Akira imagines that wouldn't stop her from trying to work on a cure. ]
[ Miwa. Almost sounds Ionian, which gives his words a subtle, bittersweet turn. Lux knows that she isn't, but it endears her to the doctor's cause, even if it is literal worlds away in a place she'll never know. A child should never have to deal with something like that. The only thing they should have to worry about is enjoying their youth—not coming to grips with their own mortality.
Rolling her shoulders, stiff from the constant up-and-down of making the rounds all day, she quirks her head to one side, a hint of a smile beginning to resurface. ]
Then I suppose we should try to learn as much as we can while we're here. That way, you'll have plenty to report back to the doctor when you see her next. [ She pauses, before her smile grows. ] But no trying anything out on yourself, all right? You need to make it back there in one piece.
[ That mirthful glint in her eye? Just his imagination, surely. ]
[ When he looks up again, she's smiling, and the subtle playfulness behind her words has Akira huffing out an amused breath. ]
No experimenting on myself? [ There's a moment of pause, like he's considering it, although it's really not something he thinks he would do in this case. ] I can promise that much. [ A little cheeky, as if implying there are other things he can't.
The uplifted mood lingers as he picks up the bag. ] I should report back. [ They might want to assign him another task or two before releasing him for the day. ]
[ And lead him she does, her hands clasped behind her back like she's genuinely enjoying this. She is—but part of it is somewhat forced on her end. Keep moving, keep smiling, and there's no room for darkness to take root.
The stall she finally settles on appears fairly unassuming, selling drinks of some kind. Turning to face Akechi, she motions for him to stay. ]
Wait here. I'll be right back.
[ Sure enough, Lux returns back with a pair of interesting looking beverages in her hand. She offers one to him. ]
It's not quite like what we have back home. I hope you like tea. [ A beat, as she smiles ruefully. ] Although I think it's more fruit than anything else. I hope that's alright.
[Akechi waits for her, curious. Though he doesn't note her particular need to distract herself being any higher than anyone else's right now. Perhaps because of his own overall apathy to the situation, most people seem a little more stressed.
But when she returns with the drinks, he perks up, accepting his.]
I do, yes. I love fruit and tea. It looks delicious. And pretty, too!
[He's quick to sample some, because a cool drink just sounds nice right now regardless.]
Ahh, the sweetness is more subtle than most offerings but I like that. It doesn't overwhelm you. You could drink a lot of this.
[ She's glad when she's right, and Lux waits for his reaction before taking a drink herself, looking quite surprised when she does. Oh! It's much sweeter than what she's had back home. ]
They're quite popular during the summer and early fall, when the fruit is still fresh and ripe. But usually you need to add something like honey for it to taste this sweet. I wonder how they do it...
[It certainly isn't as sweet as something he might get from a modern cafe but it does have that taste that, to him, suggests some additions.]
But that isn't so bad, I think. Most things need a little extra sweetener to be a dessert. Fruits naturally are full of them. It's why they've been used in desserts since ancient times.
[ Of course, she should have figured that he would insist she try it first. Glancing over, she catches the hint of a smirk on his face. Well, now she has no choice, tilting her head to look at him, brows raised bemusedly. ]
Gladly.
[ Because even if unintentional, that look is as much a challenge than anything else. Stepping forward toward the fire, the small blond takes a deep breath. Time to try to prove a point.
She gets a running start before making a literal leap of faith; fighting back any temptation to try to grasp at the pendant she wears. For someone so small and lithe, Lux is much more athletic than she looks, sailing over flames and landing on the other side. Lux can feel her heart hammering in her throat, but she tries not to show it, turning and waving at him. See! He has nothing to worry about! ]
[ ...Ah, she should have known. Lux assumed that this would have been the last thing that someone would do in a situation like this, but clearly she was giving Ryoji too much credit. Ugh, she really hates this kind of thing. ]
I'm sure you can resist the urge. There are much more important things to worry about.
[ Shot down hard, and with such a sweet smile too. Now really isn't the time. ]
Ah, so cold. Yet it doesn't hurt at the same time. The power of a beautiful smile is an amazing thing.
[He isn't too hurt over being shut down in such a way. He isn't exactly looking for a relationship. After all, his heart still belongs to his other half even though he is sure that he'll never see her again. But, he still wouldn't mind a nice little outing with Lux. She is pretty, after all.]
But, you're right. There are more important things to worry about. Mainly if we should investigate where that other person ran off to.
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SOLAS.
[ At first, her expression doesn't seem to change. She listens raptly, but manages to keep the look on her face as neutral as possible. His explanation is vague enough that she could feign ignorance if she has to, but in actuality, she follows most of it. Something present during the festival—she could feel it as well, but she's much more guarded about that. Force of habit.
Her countenance shifts drastically when he wills the flame into existence, wide eyes flitting between mage and his magic. Seeing something like this out in the open (outside of the Coven, at least) is still extremely rare for her, and even if she wanted to, it would be difficult for the younger woman to mask her surprise.
She stands there in silence for a moment, watching intently before finally speaking up. ]
...Could you tell me how you did that?
[ Please. Nothing she's tried has worked thus far. ]
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Acquiescing easily, he inclines his head. He can best show respect by giving her what she seeks – answers – not by frustrating her with questions about who she is and whence she comes from.
He extinguishes the fire, and curls his hand into a fist. He closes his eyes, and recites aloud the motions as he goes through them. He’s a lonely voice, calm in the dark.]
First, I oppose my instincts. When I think to cast magic, every fibre of myself yearns in answer, all calling out to what has always been there. I must ignore my very nature. Here, the only magic I can grasp is within.
Thus, I turn that yearning inwards. There lies an alien essence. It does not sit still – it broils, with its own eagerness. If I master myself, I am able to touch it, I need do it only briefly for it to burst with energy, with potential. [He opens his hand.]
Then it is a matter of the will, and the focus of mind's inner eye – to coax the spark from myself, to shape it as I want. As an enchantment, as a glyph, as [the fire reappears, dancing on his palm] a flame.
[He does not feel an expert, here - nor does he feel in love with this strange magic, not like he is with the Fade.]
That is how I have managed over the day, at any rate.
KEITH.
I doubt that Piltover's technology is quite so advanced, to put it lightly.
[ Because um. What? ]
Hopefully we can find a way back sooner than later, for both of our sakes. My situation isn't nearly as dire, but I will do everything that I can to help efforts along here. In the meantime, it might be a good idea to learn what we can about this place. It may end up helping us once we are able to return home.
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[ He doesn't feel like he needs to say it, for her to understand. ]
You can count me in on that, dire or not. I'm sure the more help we all have the better, I just hope people are willing to put their heads together and work alongside one another instead of keeping what could be potentially vital information to themselves.
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EREN.
[ She gets that! But also calm down Eren it really isn't that dire.
Lux blinks a few times, looking confused as he squints at her. ]
Yes, I— [ Wait. Now it's her turn to stare at him. ] That's what it is! I knew you looked familiar, but I couldn't quite figure out why. But I thought that was just a dream!
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...I've heard of something similar happening before, but not to this degree.
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I've heard of cases where entire villages began experiencing the same nightmare, night after night. But they weren't transported like we were, and the nightmares only lasted while that spirit was still active.
[ Never mind that she had been the one to defeat it. She can gloss over that minor detail. ]
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[ y i k e s.
by the look in eren’s eyes— he wants to ask more. things he doesn’t know of, unheard things, from even. their aimless search to find a dragon. they’re as rare as mihairi had said they were. ]
I didn’t get your name.
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It does... It's not necessarily uncommon where I come from, but it sounds like that might not be the case in your world.
[ The light of a smile peeking through, she offers a hand out to him. ]
It's Lux. And you?
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[ a hand. eren knows what to do with hands (you eat them). after little consideration, he shakes it with his own— a firm grip. ]
Eren.
don't eat her spell-casting hand, Eren
[ She doesn't mean for that to sound as cheeky as it does. Whoops. At least they don't have to deal with faeries jerking them around. ]
What do you make of all of this, anyway? The festival, I mean.
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It’s . . . Their festival. [ he doesn’t truly have an opinion on it— ] Different cultures. [ he does seem mildly interested when he looks out towards all these said festivities, but . . . there’s something that’s stopping him from digging deeper. ] I’m only passing by.
What worries me is the disunion.
ENTRAPTA.
[ Lux understands this feeling all too well, but... ]
Aren't you worried that you won't be able to put it back together again?
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AKIRA.
It's as if she knows she is being watched, even if she may not immediately know from where.
Lux turns her head when she hears him speak, looking up at him from over her shoulder. ]
You don't need to thank me, I'm happy to help.
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You look pretty comfortable in this role. [ Aside from her reaction to the needle earlier, which makes Akira think that she probably wasn't a medic. She doesn't look much older than him, but it's still clear that Lux has seen some things. ]
What did you do back home?
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I help look after our people.
[ Vague, she knows; and as she turns to start walking, she catches his eye. This isn't necessarily something that she wants to talk about here. The air is already heavy, and she doesn't want to add to that. ]
Our nation has been at war for generations, and there have been times when I was asked to visit those areas that have been hit the hardest.
[ She did say that she was used to this kind of thing. As they move to a more sterile part of the infirmary, Lux begins to take off her gloves. ]
And you? You look like you have some experience with this sort of thing as well.
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No wonder. [ War is... quite a bit outside his scope of experiences. The Phantom Thieves may have been fighting a battle much larger than themselves, but nothing on that scale, nothing that raw. A bit quieter, while he's removing his own gloves: ] That must have been tough.
[ When the question is turned back on him, there's the barest moment of hesitation. Akira's unwillingness to speak about his role as Joker has a lot less to do with worry about running into someone from home and much more about wanting to preserve that secret identity in case he ever needs it here. Besides, having people assume him a completely mundane high school student has never hurt before. ]
I visited the doctor a lot. You have something done to you enough times, it's not that hard to imitate.
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When it's all you know, you get used to it.
[ If anything, existing in a vibrant, relatively peaceful and accepting place like this has been more difficult for her. It's something that Demacia will never have, and there's a certain sadness that lingers at the edges of her mind. This was what she wanted, but it's not hers to have.
He hesitates, and at first she isn't sure why. As he explains, her eyes widen slightly, brows knitted in concern. He... Is he sick? ]
Should you be doing something like this? What if you get sick here as well?
[ Akira, please think about your own health!! ]
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The conclusion she jumps to makes sense, when he thinks about it, but he's momentarily surprised by the concern that meets his answer. Once he's removed his mask, he shakes his head, offering a vaguely amused look. ]
No, I'm healthy. It was more like... clinical trials. [ Does she even have those where she's from? ]
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Blinking a few times as she processes what he says, she turns it over in her head before— ]
I'm not sure I follow.
[ Nope. She has no idea what he's talking about. ]
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It's a way to test medicine that's being developed. She would see how my body reacted and if there were any side effects.
[ It probably sounds like a strange thing to willingly subject himself to, and Akira can't really go into the arrangement they worked out, so he continues after another pause. ] She was working on a cure for a former patient.
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But he does get a quiet, huffed sigh in her response. All right, maybe she's a little bit of a hypocrite. ]
That's very noble of both of you. [ A beat. ] Did you know them? The patient, I mean.
[ She shouldn't pry, but she's curious. ]
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Not personally. [ Akira doesn't mind this sort of prying, where he can speak more freely without having to twist his words to hide his identity. ] I just know it was a little girl named Miwa.
[ What would the doctor think about the things he saw here today? He wonders, glancing down at the bag of medicine. Magical illness is definitely outside of her area of expertise, but Akira imagines that wouldn't stop her from trying to work on a cure. ]
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Rolling her shoulders, stiff from the constant up-and-down of making the rounds all day, she quirks her head to one side, a hint of a smile beginning to resurface. ]
Then I suppose we should try to learn as much as we can while we're here. That way, you'll have plenty to report back to the doctor when you see her next. [ She pauses, before her smile grows. ] But no trying anything out on yourself, all right? You need to make it back there in one piece.
[ That mirthful glint in her eye? Just his imagination, surely. ]
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No experimenting on myself? [ There's a moment of pause, like he's considering it, although it's really not something he thinks he would do in this case. ] I can promise that much. [ A little cheeky, as if implying there are other things he can't.
The uplifted mood lingers as he picks up the bag. ] I should report back. [ They might want to assign him another task or two before releasing him for the day. ]
AKECHI.
[ And that is the reaction that Lux was looking for, an almost mischievous gleam catching in her eyes as she smiles at him. ]
You'll have to follow me and find out.
[ She isn't sure if they will have what she's looking for here, but she's seen drinks that were at least similar. Is he up for a minor excursion? ]
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Well now. I have no choice. Lead the way and I'll follow anywhere.
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The stall she finally settles on appears fairly unassuming, selling drinks of some kind. Turning to face Akechi, she motions for him to stay. ]
Wait here. I'll be right back.
[ Sure enough, Lux returns back with a pair of interesting looking beverages in her hand. She offers one to him. ]
It's not quite like what we have back home. I hope you like tea. [ A beat, as she smiles ruefully. ] Although I think it's more fruit than anything else. I hope that's alright.
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But when she returns with the drinks, he perks up, accepting his.]
I do, yes. I love fruit and tea. It looks delicious. And pretty, too!
[He's quick to sample some, because a cool drink just sounds nice right now regardless.]
Ahh, the sweetness is more subtle than most offerings but I like that. It doesn't overwhelm you. You could drink a lot of this.
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They're quite popular during the summer and early fall, when the fruit is still fresh and ripe. But usually you need to add something like honey for it to taste this sweet. I wonder how they do it...
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[It certainly isn't as sweet as something he might get from a modern cafe but it does have that taste that, to him, suggests some additions.]
But that isn't so bad, I think. Most things need a little extra sweetener to be a dessert. Fruits naturally are full of them. It's why they've been used in desserts since ancient times.
KYLO.
[ Of course, she should have figured that he would insist she try it first. Glancing over, she catches the hint of a smirk on his face. Well, now she has no choice, tilting her head to look at him, brows raised bemusedly. ]
Gladly.
[ Because even if unintentional, that look is as much a challenge than anything else. Stepping forward toward the fire, the small blond takes a deep breath. Time to try to prove a point.
She gets a running start before making a literal leap of faith; fighting back any temptation to try to grasp at the pendant she wears. For someone so small and lithe, Lux is much more athletic than she looks, sailing over flames and landing on the other side. Lux can feel her heart hammering in her throat, but she tries not to show it, turning and waving at him. See! He has nothing to worry about! ]
MIKLEO.
[ For a moment, Lux doesn't respond. Her expression remains unchanged as she continues to look toward a nearby mirror. ]
...Maybe something here is blocking it off?
[ Why does it seem like he's not the only one she's trying to comfort here? ]
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It would have to be pretty powerful magic to do something like that. I've never felt like this, even when weathering a malevolent domain.
[He peers at her.]
Do you feel it too?
RYOJI.
[ ...Ah, she should have known. Lux assumed that this would have been the last thing that someone would do in a situation like this, but clearly she was giving Ryoji too much credit. Ugh, she really hates this kind of thing. ]
I'm sure you can resist the urge. There are much more important things to worry about.
[ Shot down hard, and with such a sweet smile too. Now really isn't the time. ]
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[He isn't too hurt over being shut down in such a way. He isn't exactly looking for a relationship. After all, his heart still belongs to his other half even though he is sure that he'll never see her again. But, he still wouldn't mind a nice little outing with Lux. She is pretty, after all.]
But, you're right. There are more important things to worry about. Mainly if we should investigate where that other person ran off to.