“Why are you /smiling/ about it? What? Ugh. Of course it was that stupid Winged Lion! It’s always ruining /everything!/ that filthy waste of /space!/“
Thistle whacked the book with a scrunched-up fist. Upon hearing the second part of what Majjy had to say, a wave of relief +
That reaction caused Majora to smirk for a moment. Perhaps that dinner with Delgal was the last happy time Thistle had. That might explain a lot.
"That demon might have something to do with your memory loss, but I'm not sure if I could explain it fully.--
“Why are you /smiling/ about it? What? Ugh. Of course it was that stupid Winged Lion! It’s always ruining /everything!/ that filthy waste of /space!/“
Thistle whacked the book with a scrunched-up fist. Upon hearing the second part of what Majjy had to say, a wave of relief +
"...You know~ Since this has piqued my curiosity so much, I’d be willing to offer my services to help you for no cost. The magical experimentation would be reward enough."
What are you doing here in a scene like this?
Thistle was standing amidst pools of blood, the pages of his grimoire flicking. He snapped the book shut with a satisfied hum.
“They won’t be a problem anymore!” he beamed, before his ears pricked and he spun around to glare at whoever was there.
He paused, frowning.
+
Majora shook his head as he folded his arms. That memory loss might be the key to all of this.
“You need to try to remember, even if it hurts.”
He paused, frowning.
+
"Well the control via necromancy likely wouldn't effect you unless you class as undead... which i suppose is possible, i guess it would depend on the nature of your immortality spell..."
He pulled out a note book and began making notes.
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Majora would let go of Thistle's hand.
"Do you always panic and look for Delgal when you don't know what to do? If he gave you the job you have now, I'm sure he trusted you to make your own--
He stared down at their hands, realising that his right hand was bleeding from where he’d been scratching it.
“…I didn’t notice.”
He stared down at their hands, realising that his right hand was bleeding from where he’d been scratching it.
“…I didn’t notice.”
He’s keeping a grip on Thistle’s hand.
“You fidget when distressed. I noticed you scratching yourself.”
He froze as Mujura suddenly grabbed his hand.
“What? What are you doing?…Oh. It doesn’t matter. I have been in slavery my whole life. It is not new.”
He stared down at their hands, realising that his right hand was bleeding from where he’d been scratching it.
“…I didn’t notice.”
“Shut up. I’m not by myself anyway. I just need to find Delgal.”
“Shut up. I’m not by myself anyway. I just need to find Delgal.”
“I have not seen the sun for a thousand years but there has only ever been one.”
“I have not seen the sun for a thousand years but there has only ever been one.”