[Bristles a bit but accepts his tea, moving to perch on the desk so Azul can have his seat back.]
I don't care about that. [Huff. Maybe he does, but that certainly isn't the whole issue.] And isn't this all besides the point? I said tell me something I don't know. Like what the hell happened during your "overblot".
[Has a seat in the chair, before dragging Envy back into his lap and picking his tea back up]
Yes, yes. I am getting to that now...
[Takes a sip of his tea]
Like I said....overblot happens through essentially an and/or situation of magic overuse or an accumulation of too many negative feelings. It is a sort of....magically berserk state, I suppose. A mental and magical break.... The mage's appearance changes and a creature appears alongside them that is slowly sucking the magic from them. In most cases, this leads to the death of the mage. Very few mages historically have survived overblot.
[Digs his pen wand out of his pocket to show to Envy]
It is called overblot because as we use our magic, these stones start to become blotted....a sort of warning to slow down on our magic use.
[Such a description would likely concern normal people, but Envy is neither normal nor a people. Instead his mind swims with all of the nefarious possibilities that could come of a "magical berserker state" from someone like Azul. The "death of the mage" as a possibility does worry him just a touch, but--]
But you survived it. You never cease to amaze me, darling~
[He coos as he peruses the pen, fighting the urge to snatch it right out of his hand-- that's probably a rude thing to do, right? Once he's satisfied with what he's seen, he leans back again, bracing himself with one arm against the desk while he sips on his tea.]
Mm. But you're normally so cool and collected; I can't imagine what could have possibly gotten under your skin enough for you to lose yourself like that.
[Ah, well, that's certainly one way to do it. Messing with a man's business is no joke, and the deals Azul makes (or the "wishes" he grants) are his lifeblood... Not that Envy can really sympathize with that-- he's seen what money does to people. It's just minerals and paper that people assigned a value to that they will shed blood and tears for in order to obtain... ridiculous. Perhaps that house warden had some kind of point to make; in the end it all turns to dust anyway. And then the agreements, the "contracts" are just words. Intention behind those words can change at any time. No one is truly bound to uphold either end of a bargain if they simply decide those words don't matter--
But that's not what Azul needs to hear right now, so he'll keep all that to himself.]
What? How in the hell-- what for? Disgruntled signee mad he didn't read the fine print or something?
[Chuckles quietly, reaching up to run his fingers through Envy’s hair, combing out any knots, before starting to braid it idly]
I did get manage to get him into a contract as well…I am sure that was secretly no small part of his motivations. Not that he would admit that out loud. I doubt his pride would allow it…
[His hands still briefly as he thinks back to his overblot before starting up again]
Well. The reason he gave was his naps were being interrupted.
What did they sign that had them fussy enough to tattle on you to another house warden? [And specifically to the one they assumed could do anything about him in the first place? Must have been bad--]
[Continues staring for a long moment, but it's clear the gears are turning somewhere in that lizard brain of his.
He needs to consider the context-- reminding himself that he's dealing with a guy who is still in school despite everything about him reading like a late middle-aged man in finance (silver hair, glasses, suits, a cane-- pretty much the whole look minus wrinkles.) Which means all these deals were made with other students, not just random human "customers" out in the world.
Stupid, short-sighted, gullible kids that would rather make a deal with a sleazy conman before doing any work themselves...]
...hundreds of people made a deal with you, giving up their talents and freedom..... For school? What do you get for landing the top 50? Cash? A new car? Because if all that's just for bragging rights then those idiots got what they deserved.
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Date: 2025-01-02 03:17 am (UTC)What was that about? I know Nanami really went to town and everything, but you shouldn't still be stumbling this long after--
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Date: 2025-01-02 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-02 03:58 am (UTC)Breaking News: Water is wet. Now tell me something I don't know.
[Totally unaffected.]
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Date: 2025-01-02 04:23 am (UTC)You know. All you would have to do is ask and I am quite sure he would be quite happy to break some of my expensive furniture with you too.
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Date: 2025-01-02 05:31 am (UTC)I don't care about that. [Huff. Maybe he does, but that certainly isn't the whole issue.] And isn't this all besides the point? I said tell me something I don't know. Like what the hell happened during your "overblot".
[This isn't about his jealousy!! For once!!]
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Date: 2025-01-02 06:00 am (UTC)Yes, yes. I am getting to that now...
[Takes a sip of his tea]
Like I said....overblot happens through essentially an and/or situation of magic overuse or an accumulation of too many negative feelings. It is a sort of....magically berserk state, I suppose. A mental and magical break.... The mage's appearance changes and a creature appears alongside them that is slowly sucking the magic from them. In most cases, this leads to the death of the mage. Very few mages historically have survived overblot.
[Digs his pen wand out of his pocket to show to Envy]
It is called overblot because as we use our magic, these stones start to become blotted....a sort of warning to slow down on our magic use.
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Date: 2025-01-02 07:44 am (UTC)But you survived it. You never cease to amaze me, darling~
[He coos as he peruses the pen, fighting the urge to snatch it right out of his hand-- that's probably a rude thing to do, right? Once he's satisfied with what he's seen, he leans back again, bracing himself with one arm against the desk while he sips on his tea.]
Mm. But you're normally so cool and collected; I can't imagine what could have possibly gotten under your skin enough for you to lose yourself like that.
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Date: 2025-01-02 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-05 10:55 am (UTC)[Ah, well, that's certainly one way to do it. Messing with a man's business is no joke, and the deals Azul makes (or the "wishes" he grants) are his lifeblood... Not that Envy can really sympathize with that-- he's seen what money does to people. It's just minerals and paper that people assigned a value to that they will shed blood and tears for in order to obtain... ridiculous. Perhaps that house warden had some kind of point to make; in the end it all turns to dust anyway. And then the agreements, the "contracts" are just words. Intention behind those words can change at any time. No one is truly bound to uphold either end of a bargain if they simply decide those words don't matter--
But that's not what Azul needs to hear right now, so he'll keep all that to himself.]
What? How in the hell-- what for? Disgruntled signee mad he didn't read the fine print or something?
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Date: 2025-01-08 05:41 pm (UTC)I did get manage to get him into a contract as well…I am sure that was secretly no small part of his motivations. Not that he would admit that out loud. I doubt his pride would allow it…
[His hands still briefly as he thinks back to his overblot before starting up again]
Well. The reason he gave was his naps were being interrupted.
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Date: 2025-01-22 05:07 am (UTC)His naps? Well what were you doing interrupting the poor guy's naps?
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Date: 2025-01-22 01:10 pm (UTC)As far as I am aware they did not tattle…just. Complained loudly. Leona is a beastman so his hearing is rather sensitive…
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Date: 2025-01-26 07:08 am (UTC)[Placing a single fingertip on the opposite side of Azul's chin and geeeently guiding his attention back to him.]
You know that wasn't what I was asking~
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Date: 2025-01-26 07:43 am (UTC)[Shuffling all around in his lap, settling in a straddle with his arms around Azul's neck. Directing this pout point-blank.]
C'mooon, tell me. You're acting like I'm gonna judge you or something~!
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Date: 2025-01-26 07:52 am (UTC)Obviously none of them bothered to ask how many took the same deal.
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Date: 2025-01-26 09:56 pm (UTC)He needs to consider the context-- reminding himself that he's dealing with a guy who is still in school despite everything about him reading like a late middle-aged man in finance (silver hair, glasses, suits, a cane-- pretty much the whole look minus wrinkles.) Which means all these deals were made with other students, not just random human "customers" out in the world.
Stupid, short-sighted, gullible kids that would rather make a deal with a sleazy conman before doing any work themselves...]
...hundreds of people made a deal with you, giving up their talents and freedom..... For school? What do you get for landing the top 50? Cash? A new car? Because if all that's just for bragging rights then those idiots got what they deserved.
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Date: 2025-01-26 10:49 pm (UTC)And so they went and cried to Daddy Idiot about it, and then Daddy Idiot took out their collective stupidity on you?
[Patting Azul's cheek and cooing.]
Poor thing, it's not like it's your fault that people make stupid decisions. [Huff!] Punishing you for simply facilitating their needs; the shame.
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