destinystrings | 02

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02 - Hobbies!

Who: Yamato Hotsuin & You!
Where: Scorpio District
Summary: Yamato needs to get a life.
Warnings: So many plastic forks.

Yamato was not a man who appreciated the arts, yet here he was, in the Scorpio District, doing something rather...peculiar.

Seated on a bench on the main street of the arts and craft shops, Yamato had multiple bags of what appeared to be plastic cutlery resting on the bench beside him, the bag torn open - with two empty bags on the floor at his feet. However that would be easily overlooked for something else: the tens of Plastic Cutlery Dragons resting on every spare inch of the bench, and some on the floor. The exact number isn't precise, but it seemed like he made almost twenty five of those things...!

The twenty sixth was currently resting on his lap, having the finishing touches put to it.

Interested in the strange craft, or worried about his obsessive making? Bug him anyway!

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"Yamato Hotsuin," Yamato returned, not returning the smile. Instead his gaze became a bit inquiring, flickering over Nessiah's strange garb, before settling on his mask. "...What is the purpose of that mask? How do you see from it?"

"That is simple enough to explain." Nessiah begins unlatching the faceplate. "I see through magic, and the purpose-"

He takes off the mask, which plainly reveals that his eyes were gouged out long ago. It's not a pleasant sight for anyone.

Yamato doesn't even bat an eyelash. In his time as JP's director, he had seen some very unpleasant things, especially on the battlefield. He had seen people die or be maimed in all sorts of messy ways, so this? A bit gross, but nothing truly traumatising to witness.

"I see. Magic, hrm? How fascinating..."

Nessiah puts his faceplate back on. His respect for Yamato just went up a bit.

"I've had to perfect the spells necessary in order to get by in the world."

"Does it drain you to cast those spells?" Yamato asked curiously. Although, he didn't recall any type of spell that allows one to see without eyes. However with the multiple universes theory proven correct, it is possible that one of the world held magic that could perform outside of mere combat use.

"All spells require some energy," Nessiah explained, "but the trade for this is worth it."

In other words: he was an excellent mage with enormous power, a sight spell running constantly wouldn't drain him too much.

"Hm, how curious. I suppose the sight spell isn't affected by things like flashbangs or its ilk?" Yamato inquired. A sight spell...it could serve a use in a combat situation, such as when there is not enough lighting, or one was blindfolded, or literally blinded...

However there was probably different energies involved than what Yamato was used to. He had a powerful well of spiritual energy, but it didn't necessarily mean he could perform magics of alien origin.

"I have spells for such situations - however, the one I have constantly going serves as nearly identical to normal eyesight. If I wanted to, I could see in all directions, but it would take more energy and be impractical for constant use," Nessiah answered. "The human eye, as it is constructed, does an excellent job, don't you agree?"

"It is a show of superb evolution," Yamato agreed. "Any limitation it has is easily compensated with other inventions - ah, although perhaps magic is what makes up for its limitations. How technologically advanced is your world?"

"The wars are fought with knights wielding swords, and farmers sow their fields by hand. Does that give a time period?"

Asgard had been a bit more advanced than Ancardia, but he hadn't been there for a very, very long time.

"Yes, something before the Industrial Revolution," Yamato sighed. Such a technologically primitive world...although it carried a mysterious power. If magic existed, why would they try to develop technologies?

Nessiah shrugged his shoulders. "It may not be much compared to this place, but it's home, the saying goes."

"...Indeed," Yamato mumbled, sounding a little subdued. Home. Well, his home hadn't been much, and he wasn't all that eager to return to it (although he doubted he could anyway, considering the...circumstances of his arrival here).

"Have I touched upon a sore subject? I apologize." Not really that apologetic, Nessiah continued. "What are your plans with your creations?"

"I have none. I suppose I will have to dispose of them so they don't clutter up the bench," Yamato said. "I have no need for them."

"I could probably do something with one of them..." Nessiah mused. "May I take one?"

"Yes," Yamato nudged one towards Nessiah. "Take as many as you like."

Delicately, Nessiah picked one of the dragons up. "Thank you. I'll let you know what it comes to, eventually."

Perhaps he could enchant it to growl whenever someone entered his room...

"Are you planning on enchanting it somehow?" Yamato is slightly intrigued by that - even if a plastic miniature dragon wouldn't be sturdy enough to be of any use.

"I am. It's hardly the most fearsome, but as a simple alarm for my new dwelling area, it should do well. Enchanting an item is easier for me than enchanting a whole space."

He'd see what he could do with it after that.

"I see, how interesting," Yamato crossed his arms in thought. "If you succeed in such a thing, I would be very appreciative if you could duplicate it with another dragon for myself."

Hey, he needed some sort of alarm too - and it seemed fair as a method of payment for the dragon.

"You certainly have enough. Very well, I'll enchant two and return the second to you."

Asking if he'd succeed? Pfft. He could do this with his eyes closed.

(It's funny because he doesn't have eyes.)

(Yamato would laugh at that joke - but only because he doesn't understand humour)

"Good," Yamato replied, looking satisfied. "Now, if that is all..."

Nessiah nodded. "I'll leave you to your work."

And with that, Yamato's failure in social interactions reared its head. Without another word, he began fishing for more materials to put together another dragon, ignoring Nessiah's existence entirely. Don't take it personally, he just doesn't know how to end conversations politely.

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