[Sieg doesn't have any specific feelings about hunting down ingredients. Chaldea does this, but Sieg specifically has some more specific requirements.]
Yes. The more expensive the jewels the more the Caster can do with them.
[ thankfully, their target is close enough within their sights that viren thinks he can spare some chitchat in this case. speaking of magic, even of another universe ... even if entirely self-indulgent, is something he can justify here. ]
[ proclaimed, determinedly; he has hope prior research should also help him with his efficiency. shifting his blade aside, viren tugs his gloves more taught in preparation. he returns his gaze to the stirring creature, ]
At your signal, then.
[ how odd, how maddening, comes the intrusive thought, that he should be the one awaiting a mage's trick. ]
[He feels the vague irritation, but sets it aside to deal with later.
Sieg's best conduit is simply a chant.]
I am the one who soared with the heavenly cup, the one who became the wicked dragon... Under my call, slumber.
[Just a few adjustments from his original transformation spell, but it works all the same. An odd blue glow surrounds the animal before it falls asleep.]
[ the incantation receives a quirk of an eyebrow, but having having waited on its conclusion, viren's quick to leap to action the moment the animal settles to the ground. and it's careful action -- knowing the quest's instructions and the fragility of the targets. the sharpened knife he wields makes for speedy, easy cutting; blossoms slip from the vine with deceptive ease. ]
[ viren has to be very mindful of his strength. he begins to set any and all separated flowers into a neat pile. ]
Sieg—
[ so while he doesn't love the idea, for a few reasons: his tail lifts and twitches in a beckoning gesture to sieg, should he wish to come closer to gather these. ]
[Sieg is very aware of what works and what doesn't when it comes to his own spells. It's much easier for him to work through verbal magic, than anything else- and as a relatively new witch, he uses what he can.
He comes quickly, gathering up the blossoms. The spell manages to hold for a little longer. But if Viren startles the animal in any way, it's going to break.]
[ viren does well in ensuring quiet efficiency; however, with the spell's natural lifespan, no matter his precise movements, he's going to startle it sooner rather than later. the creature stirs to consciousness, peeking an eye open. it doesn't like what it sees, and so, it's instantly on the attack. ]
Arg!
[ it swipes through the air. alas, it is like an overgrown, vine-covered badger. while badgers suck, a dragon is, thankfully, stronger and faster than these. clutching a handful of blossoms, he manages to leap out of the way. ]
[Sieg, however, doesn't move nearly fast enough. Without the part of him that's slightly supernatural, he gets hit by the badger's vine, scratching him on the arm.]
[ well, that just will not do. the badger's now intent on mayhem, and sieg seems an ideal target, even if only account of proximity. viren has half of a mind to just punch the badger hard enough to launch it into orbit, really. but without having harvested all of it first, that would be such a waste... ]
[ but he kicks out at it, which is just enough to disorient it momentarily. then he takes the next second to swing around toward sieg -- ]
[ hopefully sieg doesn't mind being scooped up, and keeps protective of those blossoms in the meanwhile, because that's what's going to happen, here. with a few sturdy flaps of his wings, viren's taking to the air. ]
[Sieg minds it not at all. He's done the pick up and fly, and been picked up and flown off into the distance more than once. It's familiar and nostalgic and he's holding onto his blossoms.]
... I miss this kind of thing...
[He doesn't know quite why that's slipping out of his mouth.]
[ no, wait, that's a dumb question. there hadn't been much of that. also regrettably: he's half-crushed a few of the blossoms he'd gathered, and their fumes are pervasive. ]
No, flying. [ corrected. his gaze scans over the area for a good landing spot, although he doesn't yet lower in their altitude. viren sighs, heavily. ] You'll have that, and more, eventually - I'm sure.
It certainly yet another advantage Dragons would have to humans, yes...
[ while he doesn't persist in flying solely because sieg enjoys it, viren would be lying if he said it didn't tip the scales (just slightly!) toward remaining airborne... it's faster, okay! he slows to hover in the air, raising a few feet, so he can instead better turn his sights to the city. ]
[Sieg's pleased little smile doesn't leave his face as long as they're up in the air.] Flight really is amazing. Hippogriffs are also capable of it.
I believe it's the coven?
[He doesn't remember exactly who it was who was requesting. But if they deliver the stuff directly to the coven, they'd know who it's supposed to go to.]
[ viren can feel the elation through the temporary bond; it's a refreshing wash to his typical dour disposition. ]
Coven.
[ he affirms, which warrants a sharp turn. to the coven it is, then. ]
You mention creatures I'm actually familiar with, if distantly. Remarkable! [ spoken somewhat flatly. it's strange, speaking to others, and having them insist that the flora and fauna you know of your world are not magical, but fantastical. ] What is the hippogriff like?
[Even as flatly as Viren speaks, Sieg is in too much of a good mood for it to dampen his at all.]
The head and wings of an eagle with the body of a horse. It can easily travel between Earth and the Far Side of the Moon, so if you're riding it, it's like teleportation.
Hmm... how do I put this...? I'm myself. I'm Sieg, but the dragon I become is Fafnir, sort of. He's the dragon that the hero slays. Some would say taking away a wish from humanity is a wicked act. I have his body, but it's still me using it.
[ suddenly, viren finds more sense in one of sieg's reactions that he'd garnered in a previous conversation. his wings seem to stutter in their great beats, but it's nothing that affects their flight. ]
[Sieg doesn't quite notice the way Viren's flapping changes.]
Yes. It's... something that separates humans from homunculi. Unless a homunculus is given a decision, they follow their orders. But humans have choices. They can see options and they can choose even when nobody gives them.
[Said like somebody who has a great fondness and admiration for the humans he knows.]
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Yes. The more expensive the jewels the more the Caster can do with them.
[Actual spell caster types, at least.]
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[ thankfully, their target is close enough within their sights that viren thinks he can spare some chitchat in this case. speaking of magic, even of another universe ... even if entirely self-indulgent, is something he can justify here. ]
[ though - ]
Could you freeze it?
[ ... he doesn't mean temperature-wise, alas. ]
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[His magical abilities have more to do with fire than ice and he gives Viren a puzzled look.]
... Stun it?
[He can manage that for a minute at best.]
You'd have to work quickly.
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I can do that.
[ his eyes flash, giving his witch another inquiring look, ]
Would a sleep spell of yours allow me more time?
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[His chosen field is transmutation, but a simple enchantment spell isn't too difficult.]
Will that be enough?
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[ proclaimed, determinedly; he has hope prior research should also help him with his efficiency. shifting his blade aside, viren tugs his gloves more taught in preparation. he returns his gaze to the stirring creature, ]
At your signal, then.
[ how odd, how maddening, comes the intrusive thought, that he should be the one awaiting a mage's trick. ]
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[He feels the vague irritation, but sets it aside to deal with later.
Sieg's best conduit is simply a chant.]
I am the one who soared with the heavenly cup, the one who became the wicked dragon... Under my call, slumber.
[Just a few adjustments from his original transformation spell, but it works all the same. An odd blue glow surrounds the animal before it falls asleep.]
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[ viren has to be very mindful of his strength. he begins to set any and all separated flowers into a neat pile. ]
Sieg—
[ so while he doesn't love the idea, for a few reasons: his tail lifts and twitches in a beckoning gesture to sieg, should he wish to come closer to gather these. ]
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He comes quickly, gathering up the blossoms. The spell manages to hold for a little longer. But if Viren startles the animal in any way, it's going to break.]
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Arg!
[ it swipes through the air. alas, it is like an overgrown, vine-covered badger. while badgers suck, a dragon is, thankfully, stronger and faster than these. clutching a handful of blossoms, he manages to leap out of the way. ]
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[ but he kicks out at it, which is just enough to disorient it momentarily. then he takes the next second to swing around toward sieg -- ]
[ hopefully sieg doesn't mind being scooped up, and keeps protective of those blossoms in the meanwhile, because that's what's going to happen, here. with a few sturdy flaps of his wings, viren's taking to the air. ]
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... I miss this kind of thing...
[He doesn't know quite why that's slipping out of his mouth.]
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[ no, wait, that's a dumb question. there hadn't been much of that. also regrettably: he's half-crushed a few of the blossoms he'd gathered, and their fumes are pervasive. ]
No, flying. [ corrected. his gaze scans over the area for a good landing spot, although he doesn't yet lower in their altitude. viren sighs, heavily. ] You'll have that, and more, eventually - I'm sure.
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[He agrees fully. The wind and the rush- there's nothing quite like it and he can't help the smile rising to his face.]
I can't do it yet, so this is great. I love the rush of wind.
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[ while he doesn't persist in flying solely because sieg enjoys it, viren would be lying if he said it didn't tip the scales (just slightly!) toward remaining airborne... it's faster, okay! he slows to hover in the air, raising a few feet, so he can instead better turn his sights to the city. ]
Remind me where we're meant to take these, again.
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I believe it's the coven?
[He doesn't remember exactly who it was who was requesting. But if they deliver the stuff directly to the coven, they'd know who it's supposed to go to.]
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Coven.
[ he affirms, which warrants a sharp turn. to the coven it is, then. ]
You mention creatures I'm actually familiar with, if distantly. Remarkable! [ spoken somewhat flatly. it's strange, speaking to others, and having them insist that the flora and fauna you know of your world are not magical, but fantastical. ] What is the hippogriff like?
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The head and wings of an eagle with the body of a horse. It can easily travel between Earth and the Far Side of the Moon, so if you're riding it, it's like teleportation.
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[ but from he knows, it wouldn't quite so simply travel from the earth and the far side of the moon. ]
That spell you used earlier... The "wicked" dragon?
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Yes, that's me, Fafnir.
[Wait, that's confusing and not entirely true.]
Hmm... how do I put this...? I'm myself. I'm Sieg, but the dragon I become is Fafnir, sort of. He's the dragon that the hero slays. Some would say taking away a wish from humanity is a wicked act. I have his body, but it's still me using it.
Does that make sense?
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[ it -- well. compelled to truthfulness as he is, viren hesitates. ]
If taking a wish from humanity is a wicked act, and he is the "wicked dragon," what had the wish been—?
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My act... I took the grail away after somebody essentially wished away free will.
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[ suddenly, viren finds more sense in one of sieg's reactions that he'd garnered in a previous conversation. his wings seem to stutter in their great beats, but it's nothing that affects their flight. ]
That had crossed a line for you?
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Yes. It's... something that separates humans from homunculi. Unless a homunculus is given a decision, they follow their orders. But humans have choices. They can see options and they can choose even when nobody gives them.
[Said like somebody who has a great fondness and admiration for the humans he knows.]
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