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licensetocrane) wrote2023-12-29 05:02 pm
licensetocrane) wrote2023-12-29 05:02 pm
IC CONTACT
"Hi, this is April. If you're calling at 3am, you better be someone I know REAL well."
"Hi, this is April. If you're calling at 3am, you better be someone I know REAL well."
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[But they were talking about Hunter. Or well, he was talking about Hunter. Either way, he doesn't think he can get out of here until he stops feeling sad about that situation, which is kinda hard to do when the swamp's magic is enforcing negative thoughts. Draxum has enough resistance to mind-altering magic that cognitively, he's aware he can still turn things around with Hunter, but the swamp is definitely doing its damndest to make that relationship feel irreparable.]
Anyway, that's the gist of it. [...] How would you handle a mistake like that?
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Well, first and foremost, I'd apologise for screwing up. But you were doing it for the right reasons, and you were also doing it assuming, you know, the laws of magic an' all that were the same as they've always been. That isn't on you.
You made the oath to make them feel safer, so double down on it. Do it the long way. Do it carefully. Most mistakes can be fixed if you don't waste too much time wallowing about it.
And last, people do make mistakes, you know. Even you. And sometimes life just sucks and drags things out of your control. Get used to the fact, give life the finger and keep moving forward.
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[Despite that being all he says, he's chewing over the rest of her response, too. If there's one thing he appreciates about April, it's that she gives it to him straight. Whether he wants to hear it or not, her blunt criticism is typically constructive in a way that makes the bitter pill easier to swallow.
It means more than he expected, too, when she says he's not at fault for the spell getting twisted. Casey got nasty with him, and Draxum got nasty right back, but the boy's words definitely got to him.]
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[Yes, she's a little shit. You can hear the smirk in her voice.]
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[She means it metaphorically, jsyk. She's not secretly spying on you.]
Because unless I have more context I probably can't offer more advice. But like... you can always ask for help. That's a given.
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Draxum lifts his leg, and this time it finally—finally—tugs free. A surprised noise comes through his side of the call, before it's promptly drowned out by what sounds like a strong wind as he uses his vines to yeet himself high into the trees and out of harm's way.]
No, that covers it! [That's some whiplash, but in the space of those few seconds, he sounds a lot more like his usual self again.] You can go back to whatever it is you were doing before I called. Don't tell me if it was boring.
[There's still some things Draxum has to work out for himself, but this has greatly helped with getting his head on straight once again, and overcome that sense of crushing despair.]
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Nah. He was clearly being secretive to begin with. She can pester him later if she remembers.]
I was watching painted toenails dry. Wanna hear about the precise levels of different colour I was mixing to get that sheeny, pearled finish?
[She's full of shit, but don't tell me if it was boring just made her reach for the most boring thing she could think of. It's either this or taxes.]
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Ugh, I'm hanging up now! I will not be party to any toe-based conversations—beings with hooves get a free pass on those.
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[And off she goes.]