[It's a minute before any kind of response, and the first thing that happens is that Izunia leans up against Nyx's good leg, taking the offer where he can find it. His breathing starts to even out, but slowly, until he can speak again, but it's the disjointed, context deprived speech of someone still bringing themselves down.]
You sound like my brother-in-law, rambling on like that.
[Another deep breath, one more moment of his hands pressed against his face -
And then in another sparkle of crystal, his legs are back to being legs, the barely-visible gills under his collar vanishing.
Almost absently, he starts petting the cat rubbing up against his side.]
Don't worry. We've got fresh fish, at least. Not sure about octopus but we can probably find something.
[So rambling was what he has to offer. Once Izunia initiates the contact Nyx does his best to press his leg a little more firmly against the other man? Yes, yes he's back to being a man again, not a fish.]
I've hunted them before.
[Clearly the important thing here. The thing to be concerned with. Eating fish. But first he has to stop feeling like he's going to throw up.]
I'll be alright. I just don't handle healing magic very well, these days.
[In, out, until he can be steady on his own. Yeah, not very well is one way to put it.]
It's a very long story, and all of it tied together. You have no idea how many problems the line of kings actually has, trust me. And you've as much right to know as any at this point, it's just a story that will take time to tell.
[With that in mind, Izunia pulls himself up and braces to set the leg. First, though, a phone from his armiger to text the medical staff - better to let them know now that they're about to have a troublesome patient.]
Oh I'm sure there's a helluva tale there. But I think that's a story I need a beer for.
[As nauseous as he is from pain and then powering through half a dozen bottles of curatives he'd still give anything for a beer right about now. Or something harder. Definitely an occasion for breaking out the good shit.]
Not really any being ready for that sort of thing.
[He shrugs but then reaches back, snags one of the rich blue tails of his sash and rolls it, twisting it up tight and then shoving the thick rope of fabric into his mouth, between his teeth like a bit. He bites down a little, tests it, then nods to Izunia.
Do you one better and give you a brandy once we're at the medbay. Or a whiskey. Or hot pepper vodka.
[He's carrying, that's what he's saying here. You have Choices.
Nyx gets a nod in return and Izunia stretches his wrists a bit before he reaches up, forcing the bone back into its proper position - a job a little harder than it has to be with all the curatives already at work, but it's what has to be done and Izunia does it as efficiently as he can, all business. And then a second realignment, when the first isn't quite right, and then he uses his own arm as a brace while cracking the bottle of a curative right over the break with the other.
It's not until that that he flinches.]
Alright. That should at least bear weight until you're properly in medical, but if you think I'm letting you walk there on your own you're out of your godsdamn mind.
[Watching it doesn't make it better, he knows that but he also can't look away. There's no real preparing for it, no matter how much he tries there's no stopping yourself from reacting to that kind of damage once the adrenaline of near death has worn off and that gave out on him hours ago.
The first adjustment comes and he bites down hard on the gag he's made himself, snarling and wheezing out a breath that's not really a sound but has an edge of a high pitched wheeze to it. The fact that he's in a lawn chair of all things completely slips his mind and he slams his fist down onto the arm of the chair. He doesn't scream, hell he doesn't even tear up, he just bears down on the gag and pants, trying to bring his breathing back under control.
With how fucked his leg is he expects it to take more than two, honestly, so when the second burst of pain subsides and Izunia pops another bottle over his knee Nyx slumps back against the chair, counting under his breath, forcing himself to control his breathing before he does something ridiculous like pass out or start crying.
And if the chair is listing to one side now that the arm's bent in half well... can he really be blamed for that?]
[There can be little to no doubt that the Founder King was a parent in his own time, with how automatically he shifts into the comforting tone. He straightens up and offers Nyx a hand to squeeze - he's less fragile than the chair, he can deal with it - until the man is ready to move.]
It's not that far to our medbay - inside and a bit of an elevator trip. But I should warn you that most of our medical staff isn't human here, so... Don't panic and please don't stab anyone.
[He likes his primary doctor and his FWB unstabbed, please, Nyx, do him this.]
[He's wary at first, of taking Izunia's hand, but he does, clings to it for the longest count of ten he's ever had to do. Then, slowly, he eases his grip and dares to swallow again. A moment where he actually has to lean over, heaving briefly. Pain making his head swim and his insides violently rebelling against the idea of motion after mixing so many curatives.]
Not human? [He finally croaks out, slumping back into the chair for a moment before looking over towards the door, judging the distance. He can make that. Surely he can make that.
And he'sdoing his damnedest to push himself up out of the chair and to his feet. Fuck your warnings Izunia. He will move under his own godsdamned power.]
[Izunia will let him push, but it's with the sort of hovering that clearly says 'I expect you to need help not falling on your face at any moment.' He only pauses to quite literally kick the damaged chair into his Armiger once Nyx is out of it, and grab his kitty's leash.]
Mmm - it's late enough in the morning that Jet's probably already gone to bed, so it'll be Strange on duty - they're an android, more human-looking than Niflheim's damn magitek at least. Jetshard's the other main person on medical staff, and she's a troll - tall grey-skinned alien with horns, very good friend of mine.
[It's apparently his turn to just straight up babble as they make their way to the doors and inside.]
[Walking is rough, no doubt about it. He's unsteady now without the magic searing through him but he's also not sure he's stable enough to just warp to the door. So he slowly makes his way, limping heavily, staggering more than once but determined to get there on his own.]
Android? [he sounds as startled and uncertain as he can while still gritting his teeth to force his way through the pain.] You're sure it's not Magitek?
[Because like fuck he's letting an MT anywhere near him. He would literally rather die.
At least he's not too proud to let Izunia hold the door for him?]
[He'll hold the door and even bow, because when have the Lucis Caelums not been incredibly extra motherfuckers?]
On account of the fact that they're native to this world, where Niflheim doesn't even exist. Welcome to Keystone Station, home to any number of the multiverse's lost socks, keys, and people.
[It's thankfully quiet through the halls this morning as Izunia steps by to lead the way to the elevator. No one else around at this hour, at least at the moment.]
If you'd absolutely prefer, though, I can drag Jet back out, but her skill with magical healing isn't near as good anyway.
[The bow would get an eyeroll if Nyx didn't think it'd throw him off kilter enough to drop him. But even so he does stagger, watching Izunia for one stunned moment.]
No Niffs?
[The idea of a world without the threat of the empire is almost too good to be true. No wanton destruction, no oppression, no more homes wiped off the map.]
What? This android can use actual magic?
[So where's this elevator cause he could really use a wall to lean on right about now.]
Not unless you count Ravus, and he's mostly an idiot, honestly.
[Elevator's right here! Easy peasy. Izunia... if someone could be said to push buttons knowledgeably, that's exactly what he does.
It's really not going to be a long ride, but he's content to stand once the doors open again for Nyx to catch his breath and deal with various revelations.]
To make a long story short - this is a world different from Eos entirely, as are most of the worlds that the other residents of the station come from. And in many of those worlds, magic is a great deal more accessible to the common person than it is to us. Conversely, I've encountered just as many people who don't have magic in their worlds at all.
[He'll offer a hand, if Nyx needs it, but he's not pushing.]
And many of the former have developed some degree of healing magic or another that's quite superior to our hasty battlefield curatives. I'm reasonably sure that between the two, you'll be up and functional again within a handful of days at most.
[Ravus? He doesn't know who that is, not by name. Luna had simply called him "my brother" so he doesn't make the immediate connection.
The idea that he could be recovered and up and about again in a couple days despite the breadth of the damage is hard to fathom. Libertus had only broken his leg and he was laid up for weeks... or would be.
Libertus-]
Magic from other worlds... got it.
[It's as much acknowledgement as he's giving Izunia for now, he'll contemplate the complexities of the multiverse and it's magics when he's not in agony. Part of him, the same part that literally laughed in the face of the entire line of Lucis, wants to tell Izunia to fuck off with his assistance.
The rest of him has to acknowledge that what strength the curatives gave him is waning fast. The first step he tries to take is wobbly, the damaged leg nearly buckling. And as he staggers forward he takes the taller man's hand, clinging hard enough to likely be painful, trying to steady himself without leaning too far into him.]
[If he said 'Commander Nox Fleuret' that would probably ring a few more bells, but to Izunia he is, always, Ravus, that stupid idiot who tried to put the Ring on out of a misguided desire for revenge and a perfectly natural desire to protect his family.
He catches Nyx's weight readily, with the sort of shockingly firm strength that you get when you're best known for swinging around a ridiculously sized greatsword. He's solid and supportive, steering them towards the medical bay once Nyx has his feet under him. Slow and steady, that's the way, and Strange and Jetshard are both going to have his ears for letting Nyx walk on that leg at all, but sometimes you have to balance a man's dignity with his ability.
(Really, Jet at least is used to dealing with her share of reckless idiots exactly like this one.)
If his arm is going to be bruised afterwards? Well, he'll consider it worth it and be glad that Nyx didn't break his nose.]
Mmmhmm. I'll give you more of the details once you've settled in a bit. It's quite a story even before getting into some of the places people were taken before they ended up here, and those you'll definitely need a strong drink to believe.
[If he's breaking anyone's nose it's not going to be Izunia's. The guy's a bit of a jerk but Nyx suspects there's a lot more differences between the man beside him, strong and steady and unexpectedly powerful, and the King he'd spoken to when the night began.
He could've warped instead, if that would make them feel better about the situation. He's actually tempted, now that they're close, the door in sight. At least the curatives seemed to have settled now? He was pretty confident he wasn't going to puke at least so they were doing something, even if his insides still felt something like burning and jelly all at once.]
Ah-huh, right. We can have story time later. If I'm still around later.
[Though at this point if he hasn't died yet he's not going to... right?]
[The door slides open at the touch of a button - the place seems to be a converted lab of some sort, but for right now Izunia just leads Nyx to the very first curtained-off cot, even as he raises his voice - ]
Strange? Two gut bullets and a broken legs here, I did what I could but we could really use the hand of an expert -
[There's a set of footsteps before the android - translucent white silicone over a metal skeleton and with a face that's incredibly expressive and currently expressing incredulity - comes around the curtains damn near at a sprint. There's a purple scarf around their neck that they practically fling off over the nearest chair. Standing beside Izunia, the android actually has a little bit of height on him, even.
Business first, be confused about the new arrival later, apparently, because Strange is already switching out gloves even as they give Nyx a look over, before glancing back at Izunia.]
Did you adopt this one, too?
Oh, come on now, I'm not that bad...
You are, and we'll deal with the rest when he's stable. Any allergies or negative responses to magical treatment?
[And as Strange takes over, Izunia just catches Nyx's eye and shrugs helplessly. He did say that the android was nothing like an MT.]
[There's a large part of him that wants to insist he's a grown ass man and doesn't need adopting but his responses are sluggish enough that he doesn't have enough time before Strange is bombarding him with questions.
He catches Izunia's eye, rolling his own slightly before rattling off answers as best he can. Not that there are many questions before he's splayed out unconscious for the android to start working on stitching his guts back together and the like. Hopefully pulling out the shards of shattered metal and then working at his mostly wrecked knee.
It's several hours before he's allowed to leave the infirmary, insides as close to "good as new" as Strange could get while he was sleeping because, of course, the moment Nyx awoke he was wheedling and nagging and bribing and eventually outright demanding to be let out. The end agreement was that he'd keep crutches at hand for another day or two to let the knee set up properly and he would not leave the building.
He couldn't bare to be cooped up in the infirmary but the station seemed large enough that he could get by with that much at least. And he'd use the crutches properly instead of being like Libertus who'd barely even acknowledged them save when he was about to eat shit.
[Where to go indeed - luckily, even with the expansions turning the Station into a complex, the common room remains a hub of activity, in which a certain king can be caught frequently.
Such as right now, as he fiddles with a deck of cards, idly dealing them out and shuffling them back into the pack. At the sound of crutch-assisted footsteps, though, he looks up, and that smile is, well, far more genuinely friendly than anything Nyx might have seen on Ardyn. Aside from the blue scarf, Izunia's retreated into the standby of Lucian black-on-black.]
Ah, there, see? Not quite right as rain but a good measure better than you'd otherwise be, to be able to get up on your feet at all.
[And with a smile and a flourish, he vanishes the cards and produces a bottle from... Well, where do you think? Get used to dealing with royalty, Nyx.]
[It's a little weird, seeing such a genuine smile on Ardyn's face. Izunia, sure but it's still the damn chancellor's face. Even weirder, maybe, that it's something of a relief. Someone he knows at least and he hobbles his way over to Izunia's table, cursing the crutches already.]
Yeah, I'm up. I'm moving...
[He's ginger as hell sitting down but once he's seated he kicks another chair over to prop his leg up on it.
And immediately holds a hand out for that bottle.]
[He's taking that bottle and promptly taking a small sip. For all his talk he doesn't just chug it carelessly, he takes a single mouthful, savors the taste for a moment before swallowing, nodding slowly.]
Not bad... Strange is gonna kill me for adding alcohol to all his hard work.
The majority of the kids... You got many children that can tap into that?
[He takes another swig even as he asks it, cocking a brow both at the question and this whole "speaking of" trailing off thing. Speaking of what Izunia?]
...I might have adopted one, but also it wouldn't surprise me if one of them could just get into the cupboard with magic somehow.
[Kids and magic, magic and kids, a troublesome combination.
For now, Izunia extends a hand.]
Worthy once is worthy again - I don't take that back. My power is yours, if you want it - only string is "don't murder my brother with it" and that only applies to the one that's human again.
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You sound like my brother-in-law, rambling on like that.
[Another deep breath, one more moment of his hands pressed against his face -
And then in another sparkle of crystal, his legs are back to being legs, the barely-visible gills under his collar vanishing.
Almost absently, he starts petting the cat rubbing up against his side.]
Don't worry. We've got fresh fish, at least. Not sure about octopus but we can probably find something.
[Yknow, other than him.]
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[So rambling was what he has to offer. Once Izunia initiates the contact Nyx does his best to press his leg a little more firmly against the other man? Yes, yes he's back to being a man again, not a fish.]
I've hunted them before.
[Clearly the important thing here. The thing to be concerned with. Eating fish. But first he has to stop feeling like he's going to throw up.]
You... okay?
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[In, out, until he can be steady on his own. Yeah, not very well is one way to put it.]
It's a very long story, and all of it tied together. You have no idea how many problems the line of kings actually has, trust me. And you've as much right to know as any at this point, it's just a story that will take time to tell.
[With that in mind, Izunia pulls himself up and braces to set the leg. First, though, a phone from his armiger to text the medical staff - better to let them know now that they're about to have a troublesome patient.]
Ready for that leg?
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[As nauseous as he is from pain and then powering through half a dozen bottles of curatives he'd still give anything for a beer right about now. Or something harder. Definitely an occasion for breaking out the good shit.]
Not really any being ready for that sort of thing.
[He shrugs but then reaches back, snags one of the rich blue tails of his sash and rolls it, twisting it up tight and then shoving the thick rope of fabric into his mouth, between his teeth like a bit. He bites down a little, tests it, then nods to Izunia.
Ready as he'll ever be.]
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[He's carrying, that's what he's saying here. You have Choices.
Nyx gets a nod in return and Izunia stretches his wrists a bit before he reaches up, forcing the bone back into its proper position - a job a little harder than it has to be with all the curatives already at work, but it's what has to be done and Izunia does it as efficiently as he can, all business. And then a second realignment, when the first isn't quite right, and then he uses his own arm as a brace while cracking the bottle of a curative right over the break with the other.
It's not until that that he flinches.]
Alright. That should at least bear weight until you're properly in medical, but if you think I'm letting you walk there on your own you're out of your godsdamn mind.
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The first adjustment comes and he bites down hard on the gag he's made himself, snarling and wheezing out a breath that's not really a sound but has an edge of a high pitched wheeze to it. The fact that he's in a lawn chair of all things completely slips his mind and he slams his fist down onto the arm of the chair. He doesn't scream, hell he doesn't even tear up, he just bears down on the gag and pants, trying to bring his breathing back under control.
With how fucked his leg is he expects it to take more than two, honestly, so when the second burst of pain subsides and Izunia pops another bottle over his knee Nyx slumps back against the chair, counting under his breath, forcing himself to control his breathing before he does something ridiculous like pass out or start crying.
And if the chair is listing to one side now that the arm's bent in half well... can he really be blamed for that?]
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[There can be little to no doubt that the Founder King was a parent in his own time, with how automatically he shifts into the comforting tone. He straightens up and offers Nyx a hand to squeeze - he's less fragile than the chair, he can deal with it - until the man is ready to move.]
It's not that far to our medbay - inside and a bit of an elevator trip. But I should warn you that most of our medical staff isn't human here, so... Don't panic and please don't stab anyone.
[He likes his primary doctor and his FWB unstabbed, please, Nyx, do him this.]
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Not human? [He finally croaks out, slumping back into the chair for a moment before looking over towards the door, judging the distance. He can make that. Surely he can make that.
And he'sdoing his damnedest to push himself up out of the chair and to his feet. Fuck your warnings Izunia. He will move under his own godsdamned power.]
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Mmm - it's late enough in the morning that Jet's probably already gone to bed, so it'll be Strange on duty - they're an android, more human-looking than Niflheim's damn magitek at least. Jetshard's the other main person on medical staff, and she's a troll - tall grey-skinned alien with horns, very good friend of mine.
[It's apparently his turn to just straight up babble as they make their way to the doors and inside.]
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Android? [he sounds as startled and uncertain as he can while still gritting his teeth to force his way through the pain.] You're sure it's not Magitek?
[Because like fuck he's letting an MT anywhere near him. He would literally rather die.
At least he's not too proud to let Izunia hold the door for him?]
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[He'll hold the door and even bow, because when have the Lucis Caelums not been incredibly extra motherfuckers?]
On account of the fact that they're native to this world, where Niflheim doesn't even exist. Welcome to Keystone Station, home to any number of the multiverse's lost socks, keys, and people.
[It's thankfully quiet through the halls this morning as Izunia steps by to lead the way to the elevator. No one else around at this hour, at least at the moment.]
If you'd absolutely prefer, though, I can drag Jet back out, but her skill with magical healing isn't near as good anyway.
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No Niffs?
[The idea of a world without the threat of the empire is almost too good to be true. No wanton destruction, no oppression, no more homes wiped off the map.]
What? This android can use actual magic?
[So where's this elevator cause he could really use a wall to lean on right about now.]
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[Elevator's right here! Easy peasy. Izunia... if someone could be said to push buttons knowledgeably, that's exactly what he does.
It's really not going to be a long ride, but he's content to stand once the doors open again for Nyx to catch his breath and deal with various revelations.]
To make a long story short - this is a world different from Eos entirely, as are most of the worlds that the other residents of the station come from. And in many of those worlds, magic is a great deal more accessible to the common person than it is to us. Conversely, I've encountered just as many people who don't have magic in their worlds at all.
[He'll offer a hand, if Nyx needs it, but he's not pushing.]
And many of the former have developed some degree of healing magic or another that's quite superior to our hasty battlefield curatives. I'm reasonably sure that between the two, you'll be up and functional again within a handful of days at most.
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The idea that he could be recovered and up and about again in a couple days despite the breadth of the damage is hard to fathom. Libertus had only broken his leg and he was laid up for weeks... or would be.
Libertus-]
Magic from other worlds... got it.
[It's as much acknowledgement as he's giving Izunia for now, he'll contemplate the complexities of the multiverse and it's magics when he's not in agony. Part of him, the same part that literally laughed in the face of the entire line of Lucis, wants to tell Izunia to fuck off with his assistance.
The rest of him has to acknowledge that what strength the curatives gave him is waning fast. The first step he tries to take is wobbly, the damaged leg nearly buckling. And as he staggers forward he takes the taller man's hand, clinging hard enough to likely be painful, trying to steady himself without leaning too far into him.]
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He catches Nyx's weight readily, with the sort of shockingly firm strength that you get when you're best known for swinging around a ridiculously sized greatsword. He's solid and supportive, steering them towards the medical bay once Nyx has his feet under him. Slow and steady, that's the way, and Strange and Jetshard are both going to have his ears for letting Nyx walk on that leg at all, but sometimes you have to balance a man's dignity with his ability.
(Really, Jet at least is used to dealing with her share of reckless idiots exactly like this one.)
If his arm is going to be bruised afterwards? Well, he'll consider it worth it and be glad that Nyx didn't break his nose.]
Mmmhmm. I'll give you more of the details once you've settled in a bit. It's quite a story even before getting into some of the places people were taken before they ended up here, and those you'll definitely need a strong drink to believe.
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He could've warped instead, if that would make them feel better about the situation. He's actually tempted, now that they're close, the door in sight. At least the curatives seemed to have settled now? He was pretty confident he wasn't going to puke at least so they were doing something, even if his insides still felt something like burning and jelly all at once.]
Ah-huh, right. We can have story time later. If I'm still around later.
[Though at this point if he hasn't died yet he's not going to... right?]
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[The door slides open at the touch of a button - the place seems to be a converted lab of some sort, but for right now Izunia just leads Nyx to the very first curtained-off cot, even as he raises his voice - ]
Strange? Two gut bullets and a broken legs here, I did what I could but we could really use the hand of an expert -
[There's a set of footsteps before the android - translucent white silicone over a metal skeleton and with a face that's incredibly expressive and currently expressing incredulity - comes around the curtains damn near at a sprint. There's a purple scarf around their neck that they practically fling off over the nearest chair. Standing beside Izunia, the android actually has a little bit of height on him, even.
Business first, be confused about the new arrival later, apparently, because Strange is already switching out gloves even as they give Nyx a look over, before glancing back at Izunia.]
Did you adopt this one, too?
Oh, come on now, I'm not that bad...
You are, and we'll deal with the rest when he's stable. Any allergies or negative responses to magical treatment?
[And as Strange takes over, Izunia just catches Nyx's eye and shrugs helplessly. He did say that the android was nothing like an MT.]
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He catches Izunia's eye, rolling his own slightly before rattling off answers as best he can. Not that there are many questions before he's splayed out unconscious for the android to start working on stitching his guts back together and the like. Hopefully pulling out the shards of shattered metal and then working at his mostly wrecked knee.
It's several hours before he's allowed to leave the infirmary, insides as close to "good as new" as Strange could get while he was sleeping because, of course, the moment Nyx awoke he was wheedling and nagging and bribing and eventually outright demanding to be let out. The end agreement was that he'd keep crutches at hand for another day or two to let the knee set up properly and he would not leave the building.
He couldn't bare to be cooped up in the infirmary but the station seemed large enough that he could get by with that much at least. And he'd use the crutches properly instead of being like Libertus who'd barely even acknowledged them save when he was about to eat shit.
But now that he's free... where to go?]
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Such as right now, as he fiddles with a deck of cards, idly dealing them out and shuffling them back into the pack. At the sound of crutch-assisted footsteps, though, he looks up, and that smile is, well, far more genuinely friendly than anything Nyx might have seen on Ardyn. Aside from the blue scarf, Izunia's retreated into the standby of Lucian black-on-black.]
Ah, there, see? Not quite right as rain but a good measure better than you'd otherwise be, to be able to get up on your feet at all.
[And with a smile and a flourish, he vanishes the cards and produces a bottle from... Well, where do you think? Get used to dealing with royalty, Nyx.]
I do believe I owe you a drink.
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Yeah, I'm up. I'm moving...
[He's ginger as hell sitting down but once he's seated he kicks another chair over to prop his leg up on it.
And immediately holds a hand out for that bottle.]
You sure fucking do.
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[But it's laughing and fond as he hands the bottle over before leaning back in his seat.]
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[He's taking that bottle and promptly taking a small sip. For all his talk he doesn't just chug it carelessly, he takes a single mouthful, savors the taste for a moment before swallowing, nodding slowly.]
Not bad... Strange is gonna kill me for adding alcohol to all his hard work.
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[That's how we do responsible adulthood on Keystone Station.]
Speaking of which...
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[He takes another swig even as he asks it, cocking a brow both at the question and this whole "speaking of" trailing off thing. Speaking of what Izunia?]
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[Kids and magic, magic and kids, a troublesome combination.
For now, Izunia extends a hand.]
Worthy once is worthy again - I don't take that back. My power is yours, if you want it - only string is "don't murder my brother with it" and that only applies to the one that's human again.
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