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[fionnuisce]

'You've reached Lord El-Melloi II. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.'

[network username: silverrose]

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[fionnuisce]

I'm so screwed if I'm stuck with this. The Association's going to blow their fucking stack when they find out.

[at least he's stressed about something normal(?)]

[drewthetower]

Why? Other than them being dicks.

[fionnuisce]

Mostly that reason, actually. People can't just shapeshift, that's more a vampire thing. Bestial magecraft is something else, and even that's supposed to cause incredible strain. Add on to that the fact that a phoenix is probably classified as a Phantasmal, and that all adds up to a lot of 'Magic-Crest-In-A-Jar' solutions real fucking fast.

[drewthetower]

...are these people okay?

[fionnuisce]

August.

I'm the only normal person in the Mage's Association.

[and fucking look at him]

[drewthetower]

[. . .]

Jesus fucking Christ.

[fionnuisce]

The thing you need to understand is...however rigid an aristocracy as you can imagine, it's worse. It's drilled into the entire society as a basic truth that one's worth is equal to their power, and their power is equal to the strength of their bloodline. Everything, everything that mages are is geared towards a single goal that I'm not going to bore you to death with the details of, and the generations of lives and time spent to get there is nothing but a means to that end.

[He sighed, running a hand through his hair.]

Mages aren't human. They're murderous, bloodthirsty, backstabbing monsters. And this whole thing's just served to remind me that I've turned into more of one than I wanted to.

[drewthetower]

Waver. I'm a fucking half-demon and I'm still human. [He thinks, anyway. He's choosing to think that.] Mages are still human, most of them are just fucking jackasses. I didn't see your...whatever the hell we're gonna call that thing with the Black Order's app, but I know you and you are not a monster. But you are a mage. Ergo et cetera et cetera.

[fionnuisce]

That's not-... [He took a slow breath, unfolding the sunglasses and settling them on his head.] I mean that they've cut themselves off from sentiment and attachment. Anything that makes life worth living rather than a stepping stone for a bloodline's advancement. I can't call that anything but a monster.

My point is I've been turning into my predecessor. And I can't lose myself to something like that.

[drewthetower]

[Sounds more like a robot than a monster, but he won't argue semantics right now.]

But you caught yourself.

[fionnuisce]

...I don't know. More like I'm actively in the process of catching myself. I have to be Lord El-Melloi II, but I can't be like the person who held the title before me. So it's...just finding somewhere in the middle.

[drewthetower]

Hey, it's something. You'll be fine, I know it, and if you doubt me I can always do a reading.

[fionnuisce]

I know I'm not exactly great at showing it, but...I'm grateful to have friends like you and all the others. So, you know...thanks. I appreciate everything that all of you have done for me.

[drewthetower]

[A smile.]

We try. Sorry I couldn't go in and help get you out, by the way.

[fionnuisce]

Don't apologize for that. We managed just fine, and I wouldn't want anyone else seeing that kind of shit anyway.

[drewthetower]

Alright.

[A beat.]

Oh, it's a trumpeter swan, by the way.

[fionnuisce]

...Wait, what?

[drewthetower]

What Ryouta can turn into.

[fionnuisce]

...Of course it is. He couldn't settle for a quiet feathered demon, but in fact the loudest thing imaginable.

[drewthetower]

Yeaaah.

[Look, tell him that wasn't the best way to get Waver to stop dwelling for now.]

Have fun with that!