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You're welcome! The wisdom of this humble Gu is far-reaching and well dispensed. In all seriousness - the trick to these sorts of things is just allowing yourself to be completely confident in how wonderful you are, with absolutely no room for error or argument. Even if it's fake. You'll find it becomes quite real, eventually. Fufu. (Or so I've heard, anyway. I've always been aware that I'm charming.) [ unsure ]
Good, though. Could be worse - he could've been remembered the way we all looked at the dead Not that either of us would've allowed something like that - him dying, let alone anyone speaking ill of him after - nor is there any window for comparison of even remote similarity, but that's besides the point.
Have the two of you thought about striding out on your own, yet? Or are you planning on staying with the nein a little longer? At least long enough to handle Gideon? And how is she doing, anyhow. I can't confess I understand much about your shared soul situation.
I feel that this will not work well for me. I suspect if I possess any charm at all it will be found in humility rather than arrogance. [The version of Harrow that is extremely confident is a bad version of Harrow.] You'd agree if you'd known me when I lived on the Ninth House.
At least long enough to handle Gideon, and then I leave it in his hands.
I am told the explanation is boring but essentially - the immediate danger is undone. I suppose I never explained the circumstances to you. Your typical necromancer is powered by thanergy they can draw upon in their surroundings, but a Lyctor is powered by a permanent battery, which allows for the constant replenishment of thanergy. It is access to a far greater amount of power, but to work it requires tapping into the soul of someone freshly deceased to draw upon the thanergy found within wells beneath the river of the dead. The primary method is human sacrifice - a necromancer kills their cavalier, siphons the soul as it is ejected from the body, and uses it to obtain access to the Lyctoral well. It is not altogether that much different than how the UWU powered itself. The cavalier's soul is destroyed in the process, but the remnants of the soul can be used for skills ordinarily lacking in necromancers such as combat acumen, which is why a trained cavalier is typically used rather than any ordinary sacrifice.
In my case, the sacrifice occured, but it wasn't done willingly or with my consent. When I asked God, it was his opinion that her soul had already been absorbed by mine during the initial process to an extent where it could never have been untangled without the destruction of both of our souls, which is why I needed to turn to the UWU in the first place. In the meantime, I'd theorized I could avoid further deterioration of her soul by removing my memories of her so I would be unable to passively draw upon it. Whether by luck or by the power of that furby, it seems to have worked - and we are untangled enough now that I can no longer draw on the Lyctoral well at all even to the limited extent I could before, which is a positive sign even if it means I am much less powerful than I once was. So it will just be a matter of ensuring the theorem is fully undone and once accomplished performing a simple resurrection.
In the meantime, I can tell she's there and is okay. I can't really talk to her myself outside of leaving behind notes, because we aren't in control at the same time. But Mollymauk talked to her a little bit, the other day.
Well. Maybe so. But I find you to be perfectly charming just the way you are, fascination with bones included. Whatever version of yourself that you like the best - just own that version. You'll be fine.
[ to his credit he does not glaze over
okay he does a little but it's over text so that's fine ]
What's a cavalier, exactly? [ just a clarifying question to make sure he got the details. and then... ]
So, you're just undoing what was done as carefully as possible. A delicate operation, to say the least. That makes sense. It may come surprising to hear from me, but the cautious approach is usually the clever one. Though, admittedly, the idea of a 'simple resurrection' feels a thousand times less strange after everything we all went to. Ha. I'm starting to get used to all of this.
Since she was... there, more or less, was she able to see and experience what you did in the center? Out of curiosity.
[ and then, oh! he'd tease about love letters but holds his tongue for now because he's picturing it and it sounds kind of funny, so - ]
How did that go, chatting with Molly? I can only imagine! Whenever I see you next, I absolutely want to meet her. Haha.
[Ugh!! She's too embarrassed by the first part to even respond to it. She'll just go right into the long lore drop.]
Ah, yes. I take the terminology for granted sometimes. A cavalier is a particular position for a swordsperson who serves a necromancer. Most necromancers aren't particularly adept at combat on their own. [Squishy wizard problems. Though you get the sense she's excluding herself from the most.] In the case of the head of a House or an heir, the rank of cavalier primary is typically one of great honour, one that requires a lifetime of training. Perhaps something like your own title? It often goes to certain families by tradition, so long as there is also the aptitude.
My case is a little different; the Ninth House has never been held in high esteem for its martial prowess, and our cavaliers are something of a joke among the other Houses. The cavalier assigned to me in childhood was Ortus, and he only got the job because his father had it first. Not a bad man, but utterly unsuited to the life of a warrior. I felt I needed someone better, so I made Griddle do it, given that she can at the least wing a sword. So she is my cavalier, but a rather atypical one given the lack of grooming.
I think she was to some degree, yes. More later on than earlier. Anyway, unfortunately you and she would probably get on. And Molly. Extremely unfortunate.
You? Not held in high esteem for your martial prowess? I am stunned. [ lololol
anyway, ]
I see, I see. It's not all that different from home, really - you're exactly right. His Royal Majesty is not one for swinging a sword - both the metaphorical sword of the country and one in his own hand. I do both. Ortus was your marshal, yes? I think.
That being said... It makes that card Molly chose quite emblematic. Good at that, isn't he? [ "flesh/bone" and all of that. he's picking up the gist. ]
And I see nothing unfortunate about that at all. Great sword-wielders think alike, if you will [ wehehe ] What's she like? Besides a riot at parties, it sounds like.
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No. My marshal Crux oversaw the household and the guard; cavalier is a different position.
[Anyway, she pauses for a long minute.]
I don't really know how he did it, seeing as none of what he does with the cards is real or based on any particular power or ability besides the social, or anything at all. "One flesh, one end" is the oath a cavalier makes when swearing to a necromancer.
So yes, very apt.
Griddle is very stubborn and frankly quite stupid. She says a lot of nonsense and her jokes are bad. This is why I feel you may be able to communicate with one another.
also, that gets him to smile a little at his phone, gross. stan molly club ]
I think the social ability is how, really. Something the two of us could never dream to be able to master. Mine was less poetic, but - quite the understanding, all the same.
Ha! I like her already. Good sense of humor, good head on her shoulders, excellent with a big sword. My type of person. Why Griddle? Have you give her a pet name? That's charming. [ its the absolute job of a pseudo adopted big brother to tease their sibling's crush actually ]
Well. You've traveled all the way to a different realm for at least one, you're attempting complicated surgery of the soul and mind for another, and I think you could even be messaging one! Hahaha Griddle's a very cute name. Does she have one for you in return.
Oh - well, well! I've only known of you up to this point, so - A pleasure to truly make your acquaintance. This is a pleasant surprise! I was hoping to get to speak with you in person, first.
Can you believe she left me on read? I imagine you can.
Yeah, because you weren't in bones range. That's the secret.
Anyway, I didn't read all that because I saw the word theorems a lot and a picture of a flesh jar so I wasn't really into it? But it's good to finally get to talk to you.
Sort of sorry for using your sword to kill a few wolves. Sort of, in the way that I imagine it's got a ceremonial purpose, but we did need to be protected. That is a truly excellent weapon of yours, by the way. If all of this works out, I'd love to spar with you sometime.
It doesn't have any ceremonial purpose, it's just for being a sword. Harrow doesn't know anything about swords so she made up weird rules for it like washing it in blood but also didn't know you have to sharpen them and putting blood and bone gunk all over a sword all the time without cleaning it will fuck it up and now it's a whole mess. Killing those wolves with it was the least gross possible use of my sword, so thank you.
Sparring sounds fun. When I get my body back and I don't have to use Harrow's noodle arms.
[ please know he's just laying somewhere responding to these and cackle laughing ]
She didn't know you had to sharpen it? Well, I guess that's not surprising - I don't know anything about bone magic, it's only fair. If you're reading this over later, Harrow, I told you hand to hand combat would be useful! I could've told you all of this!
I'm glad to hear it, though, Gideon. It sounds like you all are on the right path to getting it back quickly, so I'm looking forward to it. I do think she missed you. Pet names and all.
Ah. Well! There's something to be said to being in that sort of situation. But at least in my case, the two of us had quite a few things in common. Good and bad. People say I have a bad personality too, you know! (Not that I think that's true, of course.)
Now I have to know. Did you hear Molly's joke, about catching killers red handed.
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You're welcome! The wisdom of this humble Gu is far-reaching and well dispensed.
In all seriousness - the trick to these sorts of things is just allowing yourself to be completely confident in how wonderful you are, with absolutely no room for error or argument.
Even if it's fake. You'll find it becomes quite real, eventually. Fufu.
(Or so I've heard, anyway. I've always been aware that I'm charming.) [ unsure ]
Good, though.
Could be worse - he could've been remembered the way we all looked at the dead
Not that either of us would've allowed something like that - him dying, let alone anyone speaking ill of him after - nor is there any window for comparison of even remote similarity, but that's besides the point.
Have the two of you thought about striding out on your own, yet? Or are you planning on staying with the nein a little longer? At least long enough to handle Gideon?
And how is she doing, anyhow. I can't confess I understand much about your shared soul situation.
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I feel that this will not work well for me. I suspect if I possess any charm at all it will be found in humility rather than arrogance. [The version of Harrow that is extremely confident is a bad version of Harrow.] You'd agree if you'd known me when I lived on the Ninth House.
At least long enough to handle Gideon, and then I leave it in his hands.
I am told the explanation is boring but essentially - the immediate danger is undone. I suppose I never explained the circumstances to you. Your typical necromancer is powered by thanergy they can draw upon in their surroundings, but a Lyctor is powered by a permanent battery, which allows for the constant replenishment of thanergy. It is access to a far greater amount of power, but to work it requires tapping into the soul of someone freshly deceased to draw upon the thanergy found within wells beneath the river of the dead. The primary method is human sacrifice - a necromancer kills their cavalier, siphons the soul as it is ejected from the body, and uses it to obtain access to the Lyctoral well. It is not altogether that much different than how the UWU powered itself. The cavalier's soul is destroyed in the process, but the remnants of the soul can be used for skills ordinarily lacking in necromancers such as combat acumen, which is why a trained cavalier is typically used rather than any ordinary sacrifice.
In my case, the sacrifice occured, but it wasn't done willingly or with my consent. When I asked God, it was his opinion that her soul had already been absorbed by mine during the initial process to an extent where it could never have been untangled without the destruction of both of our souls, which is why I needed to turn to the UWU in the first place. In the meantime, I'd theorized I could avoid further deterioration of her soul by removing my memories of her so I would be unable to passively draw upon it. Whether by luck or by the power of that furby, it seems to have worked - and we are untangled enough now that I can no longer draw on the Lyctoral well at all even to the limited extent I could before, which is a positive sign even if it means I am much less powerful than I once was. So it will just be a matter of ensuring the theorem is fully undone and once accomplished performing a simple resurrection.
In the meantime, I can tell she's there and is okay. I can't really talk to her myself outside of leaving behind notes, because we aren't in control at the same time. But Mollymauk talked to her a little bit, the other day.
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But I find you to be perfectly charming just the way you are, fascination with bones included. Whatever version of yourself that you like the best - just own that version.
You'll be fine.
[ to his credit he does not glaze over
okay he does a little but it's over text so that's fine ]
What's a cavalier, exactly? [ just a clarifying question to make sure he got the details. and then... ]
So, you're just undoing what was done as carefully as possible. A delicate operation, to say the least.
That makes sense. It may come surprising to hear from me, but the cautious approach is usually the clever one.
Though, admittedly, the idea of a 'simple resurrection' feels a thousand times less strange after everything we all went to. Ha. I'm starting to get used to all of this.
Since she was... there, more or less, was she able to see and experience what you did in the center? Out of curiosity.
[ and then, oh! he'd tease about love letters but holds his tongue for now because he's picturing it and it sounds kind of funny, so - ]
How did that go, chatting with Molly? I can only imagine! Whenever I see you next, I absolutely want to meet her. Haha.
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Ah, yes. I take the terminology for granted sometimes. A cavalier is a particular position for a swordsperson who serves a necromancer. Most necromancers aren't particularly adept at combat on their own. [Squishy wizard problems. Though you get the sense she's excluding herself from the most.] In the case of the head of a House or an heir, the rank of cavalier primary is typically one of great honour, one that requires a lifetime of training. Perhaps something like your own title? It often goes to certain families by tradition, so long as there is also the aptitude.
My case is a little different; the Ninth House has never been held in high esteem for its martial prowess, and our cavaliers are something of a joke among the other Houses. The cavalier assigned to me in childhood was Ortus, and he only got the job because his father had it first. Not a bad man, but utterly unsuited to the life of a warrior. I felt I needed someone better, so I made Griddle do it, given that she can at the least wing a sword. So she is my cavalier, but a rather atypical one given the lack of grooming.
I think she was to some degree, yes. More later on than earlier. Anyway, unfortunately you and she would probably get on. And Molly. Extremely unfortunate.
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anyway, ]
I see, I see.
It's not all that different from home, really - you're exactly right. His Royal Majesty is not one for swinging a sword - both the metaphorical sword of the country and one in his own hand. I do both.
Ortus was your marshal, yes? I think.
That being said...
It makes that card Molly chose quite emblematic. Good at that, isn't he? [ "flesh/bone" and all of that. he's picking up the gist. ]
And I see nothing unfortunate about that at all. Great sword-wielders think alike, if you will [ wehehe ]
What's she like? Besides a riot at parties, it sounds like.
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[Anyway, she pauses for a long minute.]
I don't really know how he did it, seeing as none of what he does with the cards is real or based on any particular power or ability besides the social, or anything at all. "One flesh, one end" is the oath a cavalier makes when swearing to a necromancer.
So yes, very apt.
Griddle is very stubborn and frankly quite stupid. She says a lot of nonsense and her jokes are bad. This is why I feel you may be able to communicate with one another.
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[ names...
also, that gets him to smile a little at his phone, gross. stan molly club ]
I think the social ability is how, really.
Something the two of us could never dream to be able to master.
Mine was less poetic, but - quite the understanding, all the same.
Ha! I like her already. Good sense of humor, good head on her shoulders, excellent with a big sword. My type of person.
Why Griddle? Have you give her a pet name? That's charming. [ its the absolute job of a pseudo adopted big brother to tease their sibling's crush actually ]
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It is a pet name, yes. The way someone might be inclined to name a very stupid puppy someone left on your doorstep to piss on your floors.
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Do I. . . ?
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Well.
You've traveled all the way to a different realm for at least one, you're attempting complicated surgery of the soul and mind for another, and I think you could even be messaging one! Hahaha
Griddle's a very cute name. Does she have one for you in return.
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Every time you do this I win, just so you know
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I don't call her pet names. Unless it's like, evil bitch who crawled out of the deepest depths of hell just to torment me. Bitch for short?
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harrow is also an m type, he thinks but does not type. . . ]
I see.
How does she torment you, exactly?
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Bones, mainly. Generally speaking, lots of bone themed torments.
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What.
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Oh - well, well!
I've only known of you up to this point, so -
A pleasure to truly make your acquaintance. This is a pleasant surprise! I was hoping to get to speak with you in person, first.
Can you believe she left me on read? I imagine you can.
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Anyway, I didn't read all that because I saw the word theorems a lot and a picture of a flesh jar so I wasn't really into it? But it's good to finally get to talk to you.
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Sort of sorry for using your sword to kill a few wolves.
Sort of, in the way that I imagine it's got a ceremonial purpose, but we did need to be protected.
That is a truly excellent weapon of yours, by the way.
If all of this works out, I'd love to spar with you sometime.
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Sparring sounds fun. When I get my body back and I don't have to use Harrow's noodle arms.
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She didn't know you had to sharpen it?
Well, I guess that's not surprising - I don't know anything about bone magic, it's only fair.
If you're reading this over later, Harrow, I told you hand to hand combat would be useful! I could've told you all of this!
I'm glad to hear it, though, Gideon. It sounds like you all are on the right path to getting it back quickly, so I'm looking forward to it.
I do think she missed you. Pet names and all.
You met Molly too, she said?
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[This isn't a relationship where one party is okay with mushy stuff and the other isn't they both hate it.]
Molly is cool! Honestly it's so weird to me how both you guys became friends with Harrow because her personality is so bad.
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I Understand You Both Now (does he?) (no) ]
Ah.
Well!
There's something to be said to being in that sort of situation.
But at least in my case, the two of us had quite a few things in common. Good and bad.
People say I have a bad personality too, you know! (Not that I think that's true, of course.)
Now I have to know. Did you hear Molly's joke, about catching killers red handed.
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