OPEN RP POST QUATRE

[formidable]

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[arctype]

I don't know about weeks... Don't you have any magic that heals?

[somnum]

I didn't exactly bring any healing "curatives" with me. [-as Ignis would say. But he isn't here now, is he?] If bandages are all we've got to work with, I'm just going to have to heal the old fashioned way.

...And I'm going to have to figure out a place to stay in the meantime.

[How inconvenient.]

[arctype]

Well.

You're staying here already!

[PROBLEM SOLVED]

[somnum]

Wait, what?

You're letting me stay here and you barely know anything about me. [Is she really that generous, or just naive?]

[arctype]

[A little bit of both. Or she's just not that worried in general.]

It wouldn't be the first time.

And besides, if not knowing anything about you is an issue, there's a good way to solve that. Talking to each other!

[somnum]

[She has no reason to be worried where Noctis is concerned. Though he does find it a little strange that this seems to be something that's happened to her before.]

...all right.

[He almost argues against the idea, but again, he feels like he doesn't have the energy for it. That, and it's only fair, if he's going to be crashing on her couch until they get this issue settled.]

I guess... what did you want to know?

[arctype]

First off... How old are you?

[wow rude]

[somnum]

[Thankfully Noctis doesn't think anything of a question like that, though it might not have been the one he would have asked personally.]

Twenty. And you said you were like, eight hundred?

[arctype]

Yup! Oh, and you're older than I thought.

[somnum]

...Just how old did you think I was?

[arctype]

...

...

Younger than me!

[this is a terrible answer]

1/2

[somnum]

That's a terrible answer.

[somnum]

You're not gonna hurt my feelings, you know, if you tell the truth.

[arctype]

A-Ack! You caught me, huh? Um, let's see then...

15!

[somnum]

Wh-

Fifteen?!

[H-HOW...]

[arctype]

I panicked.

But, um, your face is very youthful! And I thought it's better to assume that one is younger than they actually are, at least with humans?

[somnum]

[He puts his hands on his face, groaning.]

Please just stop there. I don't have the face of a fifteen year-old. Again, you're awful at this.

Next question.

[arctype]

[Arcueid's social skills aren't terrible per say, but definitely off-kilter. This moment definitely proves it. She puffs up her cheeks at his bluntness, but doesn't really go after him about it.]

Booo. Fine.

So are you a magus? Or do they call it something else where you're from?

[somnum]

[He raises his (good) arm to cover his eyes with his forearm as he answers. Idly, he's starting to feel a chill, and figures maybe that he should ask for some kind of shirt.

But first, her question.]

And what do you define "magus" as? Someone that uses magic?

[arctype]

Like I said, "true" magic is something else entirely. No, a magus is someone who practices Magecraft. Or it's also known as Thaumaturgy. It's an artificial reenactment, if anything.

[somnum]

All right, well... None of that means much to me. The easiest answer is this: I can use magic, but I'm not called a "magus". The warping you saw me do last night? It's more like... a family thing.

[arctype]

I see! It's like the mystery was passed down through the family line because it's exclusive to your blood.

[somnum]

Something like that. Others can "borrow" it from me, to a certain extent.

[He'd shrug if he wasn't lying down.]

Comes in handy during a fight.

[arctype]

Ah, that's very functional! [Arc nods as she listens, as if taking this seriously.]

Are you a monster hunter then? Is that what the magic's for?

[somnum]

[He shakes his head. Well, she's not completely off, but it's not the full truth.]

We have been hunting monsters, but that's not exactly what I am. At least, it's not the only thing.

[He pauses, only briefly.]

I'm the Lucian Prince. [He frowns. The correction still sounds and feels odd, and most still call him "Prince Noctis".] ...King now, actually, I guess.