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[blastiafreak]

So Estelle's really...gone for good.

::private to Tyr::

Hey, tell me what happened. You did it, right?

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[blastiafreak]

[She taps away, looking over the adjustments she made one more time, then abruptly stands up and walks over to Tyr.] You're just going to wear him. I've modified his formula based on our data so that he can monitor any fluctuations in the rune's activity.

[Even though she'd taken an initial measurement for the baseline when they originally collected the data, Rita had remembered something he said--about the rune causing people to die. So she had come up with something to observe the changes that happened without Tyr's knowledge.]

[stargathering]

[ He nods, understanding what she meant without complaint. Looking up at her he just... holds out his hand. It's a bit fancy for his tastes, but he's not going to complain about that.

...But. ] ...It's sentient?

[blastiafreak]

[She takes the offered hand, holding it unusually gently while she attaches the blastia around his wrist.

But she pauses and...isn't actually sure how to answer his question all of a sudden. There's the part of her that knows better, that blastia aren't sentient or thinking, and the part of her that's still so accustomed to treating them like they are.] It's...he's...

--Just treat him properly, okay?

[stargathering]

[ He was only expecting her to put it in his hand so he could put it on
himself, but having her hold his hand is...probably something like when he held hers before.

With her response, though, he isn't sure how to take it. He just nods. ] ...All right. I'll be careful with him... [ She calls it a him, so it's a him. Somehow. ]

[blastiafreak]

[Since she's busy attaching it, she doesn't really register the fact that she's holding Tyr's hand. She's more focused on setting it in place and making sure it's recording the measurements properly.]

[Still a little awkward after that question, though, she tries to brush off how uncertain she feels.] Y-you'd better. I spent a lot of time reconfiguring him for mana use, so... [Once she's finished, she nods with satisfaction.]

There. He's working.

[stargathering]

[ He nods, too, and looks down at the blastia. ...It's pretty. It shines in the light that comes in through the window. It doesn't look alive, though, and he doesn't know how it works, but leaves that part to faith and Rita. ]

Okay. ...How should I take care of it, though? This sort of thing...

[blastiafreak]

[She keeps a hold of his hand for several seconds before she finally lets go...and gives him a look of slight disbelief like the answer should be obvious.]

What do you mean, "how"? Just don't be rough with him or anything.

[stargathering]

[ He pulls his hand back and looks the blastia over more, though not touching it. ] How rough is "rough"? Is he like glass or actual metal?

[blastiafreak]

[Which Rita apparently takes as a cue to go into more detail than he wants.] Well, the body's mostly composed of nonreactive metal alloy and the core is a high-density inert solid mana crystal-

I mean, he won't break if you just drop him on the floor...But that doesn't mean you should do it!

[stargathering]

[ Yes. Rita's explanation, Tyr's head, whoosh. That sounds pretty durable to him, but... Whatever. ]

Okay, okay. I'll keep it on and try to keep it from being hit by anything...

[blastiafreak]

[Alas, several unfortunate NPCs have been terrified victims of her tl;dr tendency on blastia...]

Good. He's working hard for you, so you have to respect him.

[And she is completely serious as she says that.]

and last one for the night! o/ have a great night!!

[stargathering]

[ Tyr could have been the first PC to be a victim... ]

Right. [ He had no idea Rita had a dry sense of humour. ] I'll call him "sir", too.

thanks! you too~♥

[blastiafreak]

[Isn't it an honour, Tyr?]

[...She isn't entirely certain if he's being serious.] You don't really have to go that far...

[stargathering]

[ Very much so... >_> ]

So I can just leave it to "thank you"s? [ Tyr is the most serious always. ]

[blastiafreak]

[Good! He should be proud.]

Well...Y-yeah, that works. [Yes. There's no way he'd tease Rita for personifying objects, right?]

[stargathering]

[ He'll consider it... ]

...Okay. I'll simply thank him when necessary. [ Not at all! Except he's not sure now... ]

[blastiafreak]

[He should embrace it!]

I'm sure he'll be fine with that... [Yes, this conversation. What is it even. Now that she's handed it over to him, Rita's kind of at a loss of what to do, so she returns to sit on the edge of her chair.]

[stargathering]

[ W-why!? ]

[ Tyr is fine with silence. It makes it easier to look over the blastia which still doesn't look special, especially after what he saw Rita do with it.

Taking his eyes away from it, though, he looks over to her. ] Do you want to leave? [ He has noticed she hasn't been sitting properly in her chair. ]

[blastiafreak]

[Because she took the time to give him a valuable lesson!]

[Since it's often how she sits when she isn't at home, she doesn't understand what made Tyr bring that up. She isn't sure how to answer the question, either...While she might feel a little awkward, she doesn't really want to go--but maybe Tyr wants her to leave?] ...Why are you asking that?

[stargathering]

[ But he didn't really learn anything... ]

[ Tyr feels a little awkward, too, for asking. ] You don't look really comfortable sitting like that...

[blastiafreak]

[It looks like she'll have to go into more detail...]

Huh? What's wrong with the way I'm sitting? [Is this like how she shouldn't use books as stepladders?]

[stargathering]

[ no no it's okay she doesn't have to! ]

...If you're comfortable like that, there's nothing wrong. [ He picks up his tea. Is it cool now? It better be. (That thought made me laugh. 8D) ]

[blastiafreak]

[But she has to make certain he gets it!]

...Then...I'm fine. [What was that all about? Though she finally seems to remember her tea is there, too, and takes a sip. (Aw! ♥)

She might be yawning, too. Ugh, this weekend.]

[stargathering]

[ Oh, he does! No worries! ...She would be an awful teacher. ]

[ Tyr just nods and drinks his tea, looking over at her now and then. She seems okay, but... Hearing her yawn, he smiles a little. ]

When you do want to go, though, I'll walk you home...

[blastiafreak]

[...Sob she would. The party complains about her, too.;;]

[And she slurps her tea noisily. (Manners? What manners?) But she stops and looks over at him with a slight frown.]

Hey, I can walk by myself, you know.