[ Does he want to have this conversation? Nope. But Vanya's uniquely unqualified, and Barrow wouldn’t get it, and he's got the uncomfortable suspicion this is maybe round three. Could use some advice. ]
D'you ever, [ He's shuffling the cards longer than needful. ] You ever had someone — mage, I mean — get th'wrong idea?
[ Redvers nods while he examines his hand, but he's only quiet for a moment before he thinks aloud instead. A privilege of talking to another Templar, that he can do that. ]
Used to be I'd tell you to pass it up the chain and have your schedule changed.
[ Not directly relevant, except for admitting his rote package of solutions is no longer useful and they're going to have to talk it out. ]
Weird situation now—where you don't have any power over them, but you might again later. It leaves a lot more room for argument if you try to tell them you can't instead of that you don't want to.
holla at me if any of this gets into content u want to avoid
Dunno that they're used to thinking on it. Reckon that's half the problem.
[ rifters and vints. things might've gone different there, if he didn't know artemaeus for a mage. but he does know, and so he knows better, and he still isn't sure benedict does. and sure, he might've misread tav — his skull was still half-cracked. he might be missing ness now.
but he's pretty sure he's right. ]
Can say I don't want to. Just worry about setting them up for wrong if someone does. Don't want no one looking back and thinking, right, that was fucked.
[ There's a faint smile with his nod. He'd have liked Cedric around—though not when he was a young man himself, maybe, slouching at his post and playing dice with the mages when no one was around to scold him. Would have been better for him then, though. ]
You could always ask one of the angrier mages to have a word with them.
[ Wry, but not entirely a joke. Bad idea might be more convincing from Marcus than from Cedric. ]
[ thinks how that would go: dear commander, been a minute since you melted anyone i knew into slag. you keep looking past me like a fly in your ear, only some of the others been looking too long, and was hoping you’d tell them all the worst shit happened here to make it easier. you know. when we're friends working together,
(maybe this is the problem. that cedric is a little too friendly with them.)
he pushes out a breath. nut up, champ. ]
Reckon I gotta try first. Send 'em to Voss or something if it don't sink in. Thanks.
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D'you ever, [ He's shuffling the cards longer than needful. ] You ever had someone — mage, I mean — get th'wrong idea?
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Now and then. I used to be handsome,
[ has the unbothered air of a joke, an unspoken if you can believe it, whippersnapper. No underlying self esteem issue. He knows what he looks like. ]
Why?
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'S been a couple times now. Dunno if I oughta just ignore it, [ Finally deals. Glances a bad hand, ] Or try and say something.
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Used to be I'd tell you to pass it up the chain and have your schedule changed.
[ Not directly relevant, except for admitting his rote package of solutions is no longer useful and they're going to have to talk it out. ]
Weird situation now—where you don't have any power over them, but you might again later. It leaves a lot more room for argument if you try to tell them you can't instead of that you don't want to.
holla at me if any of this gets into content u want to avoid
[ rifters and vints. things might've gone different there, if he didn't know artemaeus for a mage. but he does know, and so he knows better, and he still isn't sure benedict does. and sure, he might've misread tav — his skull was still half-cracked. he might be missing ness now.
but he's pretty sure he's right. ]
Can say I don't want to. Just worry about setting them up for wrong if someone does. Don't want no one looking back and thinking, right, that was fucked.
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[ There's a faint smile with his nod. He'd have liked Cedric around—though not when he was a young man himself, maybe, slouching at his post and playing dice with the mages when no one was around to scold him. Would have been better for him then, though. ]
You could always ask one of the angrier mages to have a word with them.
[ Wry, but not entirely a joke. Bad idea might be more convincing from Marcus than from Cedric. ]
But who knows what other words they'd throw in.
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[ thinks how that would go: dear commander, been a minute since you melted anyone i knew into slag. you keep looking past me like a fly in your ear, only some of the others been looking too long, and was hoping you’d tell them all the worst shit happened here to make it easier. you know. when we're friends working together,
(maybe this is the problem. that cedric is a little too friendly with them.)
he pushes out a breath. nut up, champ. ]
Reckon I gotta try first. Send 'em to Voss or something if it don't sink in. Thanks.