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HERE WE GO OH BOY

[recluserose]

[Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, is being eagerly and silently consumed by one, Amelia Steinbeck. Of course, reading and walking isn't recommended, but she's had years to perfect the art. But then again, it doesn't prepare her for the sudden shaking of the floor that they're standing on and she jumps, startled, her glasses also falling lopsidedly on her face. Amelia whips around and...]

... What.

[... Are those giant bulls??? What did she do? Why is this giant burly man singling her out? WHAT IS HAPPENING??]

I. Um. Sir?? Pardon? What?!

[Her face is a mixture of disbelief and total bewilderment as if she's lost all sense of sensation and grip to reality. And that's saying something considering the space vessel they're on.]

im rusty as hell so please forgive me if i fumble any grail war jargon...

[largehearted]

[ He’s sort of used to that kind of reception by now. But he does offer her a wide grin as he leaps off his chariot to size her up more properly. ]

I knew it! You’re a mage, aren’t you? [ Clapping one heavy-ass hand onto her shoulder like it’s no big deal— ]

You’re thoroughly brimming with magic, Red! Tell me: can you shoot flames from your fingertips? Or perhaps even divine the extent of the cosmos?

no problemo o/

[recluserose]

[Amelia instinctively takes a step back understandably wary of the larger man. There's something about his presence that is extremely intimidating. Not just as in, he looks like he could wrestle a bear and win, but his forwardness is also off putting, especially to someone like her.]

I'm... Mage? Well, yes. [C'mon Amelia, clear your head, remember, different worlds, different terminology. She gestures with one hand, while the other has a tight grip on her novel as if it's mentally and physically supporting her. She still looks frazzled due to her glasses remaining lopsided on her nose.]

Yes and no. Witch. I mean, I am a witch. I can cast a variety of magic arts, but that's neither here nor there.

And I'm not sure why you needed to nearly run me over with a chariot to ask.

[largehearted]

[ He scoffs at the reply, the sound carrying shockwaves around them. ]

Pfah, you shouldn’t sell yourself so short like that! I find it incredible that one so small and unassuming would hold such power!

[ Here, he’ll even lean in to straighten her glasses for her—if nothing else, he does have the finesse for it. ]

Hence why I thought we’d go for a leisurely drive together! [ “Leisurely.” ] Even this ship alone holds untold mysteries. With you by my side we shall conquer every inch of the SS Thor and make it our own! So, what say you, Red?

[recluserose]

That's... That's not my name.

[Thanks for readjusting her glasses, but she's taking a step back again. This is too much space invasion.]

And what's this about conquering?

[largehearted]

Why, I would be a poor king if I did not share in the glory of conquest with my men! …Er, women. [ It’s all the same to him, really, but she’s gotten him started on the C-word already, so… ]

Surely you feel that urge in you as well? To take the vastness of this ship and the immensity of space itself, and hold it in the palm of your hand! Surely a mighty young mage such as you must thirst for more!

[recluserose]

No.

[Said in the flattest lifeless voice ever.]

[largehearted]

[ Well that took the wind out of his sails. ]

No? [ HERE HE THOUGHT SHE’D BE JUMPING AT THE CHANCE… ] Not for all the riches and glory this universe has to offer?

[recluserose]

I just wanted to finish my book, enjoy a hot cup of tea and have a good nights sleep.

World do conquering... Isn't even on my list of priorities.

[largehearted]

Hmm. [ He looks thoughtful for a moment, before crossing his arms with a sigh. ]

And here I thought I’d found a truly great one. What a waste.

[recluserose]

[Well, whatever gets the large bear man off her back, her pride can take it... Although, that begs the question.]

If you don't mind me asking though... How could you tell that I had magic?

[largehearted]

Why, I have been wrested from the cold grasp of Hades’ realm by magic, Specs! [ Hey, you won’t let him call you “Red”… ]

My whole being reeks of the stuff! [ He beats his own chest with a laugh. ] And I have never felt so alive as I had millennia ago! If a mage can defy the powers of even the gods, would you not think that I would have taken pains to seek out such allies for my own?

[recluserose]

Specs!?

[Her indignant reaction at that nickname aside, she takes a second to really hone her senses and... Wow. Yeah, this man is full of magic, but not the kind she understands or comprehends currently.]

Alright. So that's one thing.

But who ARE you?

[largehearted]

Why, who else? I am Alexander III of Macedon, king of that glorious land, hegemon of the Hellenic League, Pharaoh of Egypt, Lord of Asia…

[ He could go on. ]