["lots of love"??? Silas makes such a displeasured expression and swiftly goes red. The lilies seem to glow with pink light when he gets flustered, intriguingly enough.]
... why would you type that at me? [literally the first thing you sent, Hansa! Explain!!?]
Haha! [He lets out a good-natured laugh, as if he isn't being a troll right now.] I was just showing my support for you using the phone for the first time!
If you insist. [meaning: no, but I'm not going to argue.
The string of words make Silas' ears flutter, because his magical hearing is really trying to translate this language into a rough meaning for him to understand. It doesn't work in the slightest, no answers there. Thanks, magic, good for so much, just not this nonsense....]
And you plan to teach me... what that means? So I will know better when such a time comes?
Well, that's like expert texting. You're only a beginner.
[He folds his arms, a smug smile on his face - but it softens after a moment, though there's still some amusement in his face.]
I don't want to make this too overwhelming for you. You know, at some point, if you're in danger, it wouldn't be too good if you had to text someone for help and you were way too used to writing longer stuff like you did on the network. You'll get used to it in no time, trust me.
[Silas puffs out through his nose when that's met with a laugh, somewhat in relief. He's glad being bitchy didn't rouse a scolding or offended reaction. He might be starting to get along with this strange man...]
Fair enough, sir. What would be the ideal shorthand for an immediate ask of help? Is there an easy way to tell others of one's location in this place?
[He pulls out his own smartphone - his thumb is going a mile a minute as he seems to be texting in a word document and moving between applications, one after the other, like he's looking for something.]
There's something called GPS on some smartphones. Stands for "global positioning systems". They automatically can track your location if you have it on you. I might need to talk to our local hacker man and see if he might be able to let us use if, if its installed...
[Silas might bounce onto his tiptoes for a brief moment to get a better look, only to settle back down when he realizes that's rather childish. Ahem. He tried to follow along with the explanation, can somewhat grasp it. A way for the devices to track their current position? That would be handy for emergency situations, yes.]
I've yet to meet a Sir Hacker. They are more adept with these devices than you are?
Yes, they are. Smartphones are computers, you see. They're very complicated, and have many layers to them. Its...hm.
[He pauses in his texting, pursing his lips as he thinks.]
It's like a closed box. You get things out of the box, but you don't know what's happening inside them. Hackers like the one I talked to, they can find a way into the box and and maybe even change things inside of it.
[A Smartphone is a computer is a... closed box. Full of mystery. Sure, Silas has heard both more and less contrived explanations in his life, being from a world with magic. It's fine. He can accept it's magic and it functions in a certain way that few can understand. That's how druidic magic could be, why shouldn't this be all that different?]
I see. A manner of specialist on the mechanics of such devices. In my world they would be a Vampire. [you know, those totally normal things that exists, Vampires]
[There's a sudden reaction, a stiffening at that word. "Vampire". Hansa's visible eye narrows, a stern frown briefly crossing his face.]
That so? [And then his frown eases into his usual light smile, but it doesn't quite escape his eyes just yet.] Hm, in my world, vampires aren't really the tech-savvy type. At least, if you look at the stories about them.
That's most curious, sir. The Vampires of the Springtide are known for their... obsessive personalities. They fixate upon a subject and study it relentlessly. Known drivers of innovation and progress.
Ah. How rotten. [and yet Silas does absolutely nothing to defend his concept of Vampires from such an assertion. They aren't entirely kind to mortal people, Silas has no fondness for Vampires. He merely... understands them and what they are.]
I would not call ours kind people. Yet. They are people. For all the good and bad that describes.
Druid as a role is correct. [he asserts, but as to being, or not being, human...]
No longer human is a fair assumption to make, sir. However incorrect. I was born and am just that. [he gestures to his lily flowers, which move just slightly]
I gained these new ears through a ritual. One that bound me to the world tree so I could directly harness magic. My plant and animal traits are a result of that tether. [side effects, one could call them]
[Now that's interesting. His eyebrows arch upwards.]
I see. So you altered your body through magic. [Not a foreign concept, to Hansa. Many mages in his world could alter their magic circuits, change their bodies, shift things to something less than human.] Did you know that your ears glow, by the way? It's kind of adorable.
[he has actually had this conversation before. A close (let's just say) friend told him one evening and Silas refused to believe him, because he knows that person well. They are a lying liar who lies, nearly as much is! Given they are both druids, they didn't keep anything on them like a mirror, so it was never something that could be proven in the moment. Silas could always compose himself before finding something reflective enough to check-
In this moment, however... all he needs to do is dart his head to the side, to look at the reflective windows of the grocery. That'll prove it! Once and for all-
That they do, indeed, glow. Quite prominently, at that.
Silas makes a very, very cute pig squeak of a noise (albeit of alarm and utter indignation)]
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[gotta get a clue, Silas, new world with new rules. Adapt fast or perish]
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LOL means..."lots of love". And IDK means "i'm a dumb kid".
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... why would you type that at me? [literally the first thing you sent, Hansa! Explain!!?]
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[Oh, this is Christmas.]
Haha! [He lets out a good-natured laugh, as if he isn't being a troll right now.] I was just showing my support for you using the phone for the first time!
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Almost a cozy feeling, considering everything else is so unfamiliar.]
Rather inappropriate sentiment to apply... to such an occasion.
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[A shrug.]
But there are a lot of those acronyms. One day, I might text you "FWW, U R MY BFF! LU, XOXO TTYL" and you'll have to know what that means.
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The string of words make Silas' ears flutter, because his magical hearing is really trying to translate this language into a rough meaning for him to understand. It doesn't work in the slightest, no answers there. Thanks, magic, good for so much, just not this nonsense....]
And you plan to teach me... what that means? So I will know better when such a time comes?
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[He folds his arms, a smug smile on his face - but it softens after a moment, though there's still some amusement in his face.]
I don't want to make this too overwhelming for you. You know, at some point, if you're in danger, it wouldn't be too good if you had to text someone for help and you were way too used to writing longer stuff like you did on the network. You'll get used to it in no time, trust me.
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Is the four letter word help too much to read?
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Haha! I guess you have a point with that! But come on, specifics. If you texted me help, how would I know what was happening?
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Fair enough, sir. What would be the ideal shorthand for an immediate ask of help? Is there an easy way to tell others of one's location in this place?
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[He pulls out his own smartphone - his thumb is going a mile a minute as he seems to be texting in a word document and moving between applications, one after the other, like he's looking for something.]
There's something called GPS on some smartphones. Stands for "global positioning systems". They automatically can track your location if you have it on you. I might need to talk to our local hacker man and see if he might be able to let us use if, if its installed...
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I've yet to meet a Sir Hacker. They are more adept with these devices than you are?
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[He pauses in his texting, pursing his lips as he thinks.]
It's like a closed box. You get things out of the box, but you don't know what's happening inside them. Hackers like the one I talked to, they can find a way into the box and and maybe even change things inside of it.
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I see. A manner of specialist on the mechanics of such devices. In my world they would be a Vampire. [you know, those totally normal things that exists, Vampires]
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That so? [And then his frown eases into his usual light smile, but it doesn't quite escape his eyes just yet.] Hm, in my world, vampires aren't really the tech-savvy type. At least, if you look at the stories about them.
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[they're also, mostly, huge pricks]
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[He's already seemingly accepted the point they all come from different worlds - that would be the only logical explanation for all of this, really.]
In mine, all they do is want to harm people and kill them. Humanity isn't something they would want to help, through invention or otherwise.
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I would not call ours kind people. Yet. They are people. For all the good and bad that describes.
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[He puts his phone away into his pocket, staring over at the other with a curious look.]
...So, a druid, huh? Is that a role, or what you are? I assume you aren't human.
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No longer human is a fair assumption to make, sir. However incorrect. I was born and am just that. [he gestures to his lily flowers, which move just slightly]
I gained these new ears through a ritual. One that bound me to the world tree so I could directly harness magic. My plant and animal traits are a result of that tether. [side effects, one could call them]
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[Now that's interesting. His eyebrows arch upwards.]
I see. So you altered your body through magic. [Not a foreign concept, to Hansa. Many mages in his world could alter their magic circuits, change their bodies, shift things to something less than human.] Did you know that your ears glow, by the way? It's kind of adorable.
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I, I beg your pardon! They... they do no such thing.
[they do exactly such a thing- oh, they're doing it right now. Silas can't see, they're too high on his own ding dang head.]
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[He points out with a lazy, but smug sort of smile.]
Maybe you should get a mirror or something.
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In this moment, however... all he needs to do is dart his head to the side, to look at the reflective windows of the grocery. That'll prove it! Once and for all-
That they do, indeed, glow. Quite prominently, at that.
Silas makes a very, very cute pig squeak of a noise (albeit of alarm and utter indignation)]
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