[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.
Magics clashing? [Not that unexpected after the chaos he'd seen with Strange.
But then Izunia is reaching a hand out to him and for a moment all Nyx can do is stare at it, startled and instinctively mistrusting.]
Mmmhmm... and what's the price this time? Like hell I think you're gonna offer it up freely after-
[Well he just gestures vaguely at his left side, all the scars and magic burns that still mar everything from the silver streak at his hairline to the mangled ashy skin of his arm.]
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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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But then Izunia is reaching a hand out to him and for a moment all Nyx can do is stare at it, startled and instinctively mistrusting.]
Mmmhmm... and what's the price this time? Like hell I think you're gonna offer it up freely after-
[Well he just gestures vaguely at his left side, all the scars and magic burns that still mar everything from the silver streak at his hairline to the mangled ashy skin of his arm.]
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[Firm and unyielding as stone, the voice of the king.]
Though if you're hellbent on paying for it, I can always use another friend who isn't afraid to tell me to pull my head out of my ass.
[Friends - not king and vassal, soldier and commander. Just two people who have each other's backs.]