[Sends her Dimitri's tbh. But aw, jeez. Aw, fuck, don't spring video on him like this, he isn't prepared to accept it and then, like, squint down at his dumb communicator-thing.]
Oh. It's you. [Weird girl. Fellow member of the Dead Brother Club™. Hmm. Somewhat defensively:] I haven't lost anything.
[So there's nothing she could have! That he could want!]
I hope not. [ Constance doesn't want to feel guilty over thinking that his precious keepsake was a useless piece of junk again. ]
I have recently acquired a laboratory [ through the power of fucking ] which has allowed me to decant a few vials of sword oil.
If you don't want them, I can send them to someone else. [ Why is it so hard to say "Sorry I broke your vial of precious sword oil. Please accept this formula that took weeks for me to make." ]
[Something flat to say as he tamps down his excitement, don't @ him, he has, like, one joy in his life and that! Is! Weaponry!!]
...You should have been more specific. [Hmph! Aka "I take back what I texted you."] Have you tested it? How do you even know what goes into a proper blend?
[Ma'am, you don't seem like... a purveyor of fine weaponry.]
[ Who needs weapons when you have a budding talent in brawling? ]
It is the same blend that we use in the Abyss. [ Except for a creative substitution or two. It's not high-grade, but it works. ] I don't think I need to explain that we are fearsome warriors. [ Warriors that work with limited supplies. ]
I currently do not have a sword [ because magic is superior ] but I suppose I could test it on a kitchen knife.
[Will Coco come fight him when he bangs a training yard into existence? Will she?? But while Felix knows very little about Abyss—while he raises an eyebrow at that assertion, actually, given her Everything—he swiftly decides... that it doesn't matter. A kitchen knife, ma'am, please—]
Don't. The metal is— [Well, weapons-grade steel is an entirely different beast, but. A huff, in lieu of an explanation.] Just don't.
[He has an extra dagger, now! With a dick-shaped handle. Thanks, Forge Robot. But anyway, even though she asked him for HIS location—]
I can find something more appropriate. Where are you?
[But it's the wrong type of metal, Constance!!! Felix is going to write her a strongly worded, 10k word Complaint, mark my words, but first—]
Obviously. [Hmph!] Don't leave.
[Because just like that, he is switching this video call OFF, grabbing his dumb dagger, and... making his way to the greenhouse. Hey, girl, where you at, Felix is here and ready! To! Collect!]
[He saw her put that in her mouth. He did, hence the mildly confused Look he gives her as he places a hand on his hip.]
I did. It's hardly surprising.
[Spoken in that flat way of his. Like, obviously he's here? Where else would he be, after telling her to stay put? But a beat, and then, because he is Felix:]
If you must know, it's for research. My next spell shall be the marvel of all who reside on this nameless island.
[ It's not that weird, she licked her own boots for research once! It's not weird!
She takes the small glass vial from her pocket. ]
And here. Take this. [ It's not a bribe, but she would very much appreciate if he told no one about the steps that she takes to craft the flashiest (and probably most useless of) spells. ]
[When is Coco going to claim and name this island for House Nuvelle, first of all. Secondly—research? Research. So lame, and so, so weird, hence the flat look Felix levels at her before allowing his eyes to drop to that vial. Aha.
...Well. He really should thank her; it's the polite thing to do, but as he reaches out to pluck that vial from her fingers:]
A spell for flowers. Useful. [Not at all, his dry tone implies.] Better to spend your time training, or perfecting your blend.
[Thread idea: Coco somehow curses Stray Cat into existence and lets it attack Felix.]
[ Why not? Nuvelle is a wonderful name for an island. And it's magical research. ]
Ahahaha! My name shall reach far and wide! It shall pierce the fog split rend the heavens open! [ And let the sun shine through... whoops. ] They might even name this island after me when I'm through!
[ It's just another tea spell, but let her dream, Felix. ]
[Ma'am, that speech is so much? Hence Felix's rude snort as he flips this vial about in his hands, doing his best to judge its contents from sight alone.]
Maybe if you do something about the geese.
[Annoying creatures. And with that, Felix turns to leave—but pauses? Stands there for a moment, his back to her, before he pipes back up with:]
Sword oil is difficult to find here. This is... useful.
[If it's good, that is. Which it probably is, but this is as close to a proper thanks as she's going to get, at the moment. He doesn't know her like that.]
[ Sir, she is a mage. Not a chef. How is she supposed to know what to do with geese. ]
You're welcome, Felix Fraldarius. [ She has hung around with Jeritza enough to know how moody swordsmen convey gratitude. And yes, she says this with an exorbitant amount of flourish just to be annoying. ]
[Find a spell to banish them from whence they came! Please. But while that... flourish... only earns Constance an irritated tsk before Felix stalks right out of this greenhouse of horrors...
...Well. Give him, like, a day to see to his weaponry, and he'll send her a curt message telling her a) It Will Do and b) inquiring about collecting more, as needed. Way to go, Coco! You now have one (1) idiot who will trade a favor in the future for a steady supply of sword oil. A test subject?]
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video; bask in her presence
Constance von Nuvelle. [ See? This is why she almost always sends messages by video. This is much better. ]
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Oh. It's you. [Weird girl. Fellow member of the Dead Brother Club™. Hmm. Somewhat defensively:] I haven't lost anything.
[So there's nothing she could have! That he could want!]
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I hope not. [ Constance doesn't want to feel guilty over thinking that his precious keepsake was a useless piece of junk again. ]
I have recently acquired a laboratory [ through the power of fucking ] which has allowed me to decant a few vials of sword oil.
If you don't want them, I can send them to someone else. [ Why is it so hard to say "Sorry I broke your vial of precious sword oil. Please accept this formula that took weeks for me to make." ]
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You made it.
[Something flat to say as he tamps down his excitement, don't @ him, he has, like, one joy in his life and that! Is! Weaponry!!]
...You should have been more specific. [Hmph! Aka "I take back what I texted you."] Have you tested it? How do you even know what goes into a proper blend?
[Ma'am, you don't seem like... a purveyor of fine weaponry.]
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It is the same blend that we use in the Abyss. [ Except for a creative substitution or two. It's not high-grade, but it works. ] I don't think I need to explain that we are fearsome warriors. [ Warriors that work with limited supplies. ]
I currently do not have a sword [ because magic is superior ] but I suppose I could test it on a kitchen knife.
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Don't. The metal is— [Well, weapons-grade steel is an entirely different beast, but. A huff, in lieu of an explanation.] Just don't.
[He has an extra dagger, now! With a dick-shaped handle. Thanks, Forge Robot. But anyway, even though she asked him for HIS location—]
I can find something more appropriate. Where are you?
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I'm at the greenhouse. You know where that is, don't you?
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Obviously. [Hmph!] Don't leave.
[Because just like that, he is switching this video call OFF, grabbing his dumb dagger, and... making his way to the greenhouse. Hey, girl, where you at, Felix is here and ready! To! Collect!]
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Felix! [ who saw nothing ] You came! [ Please warn her next time so you don't catch her licking strange things. ]
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I did. It's hardly surprising.
[Spoken in that flat way of his. Like, obviously he's here? Where else would he be, after telling her to stay put? But a beat, and then, because he is Felix:]
Why are you eating flowers?
[WEIRD!]
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[ It's not that weird, she licked her own boots for research once! It's not weird!
She takes the small glass vial from her pocket. ]
And here. Take this. [ It's not a bribe, but she would very much appreciate if he told no one about the steps that she takes to craft the flashiest (and probably most useless of) spells. ]
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...Well. He really should thank her; it's the polite thing to do, but as he reaches out to pluck that vial from her fingers:]
A spell for flowers. Useful. [Not at all, his dry tone implies.] Better to spend your time training, or perfecting your blend.
[Thread idea: Coco somehow curses Stray Cat into existence and lets it attack Felix.]
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Ahahaha! My name shall reach far and wide! It shall pierce the fog split rend the heavens open! [ And let the sun shine through... whoops. ] They might even name this island after me when I'm through!
[ It's just another tea spell, but let her dream, Felix. ]
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Maybe if you do something about the geese.
[Annoying creatures. And with that, Felix turns to leave—but pauses? Stands there for a moment, his back to her, before he pipes back up with:]
Sword oil is difficult to find here. This is... useful.
[If it's good, that is. Which it probably is, but this is as close to a proper thanks as she's going to get, at the moment. He doesn't know her like that.]
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[ Sir, she is a mage. Not a chef. How is she supposed to know what to do with geese. ]
You're welcome, Felix Fraldarius. [ She has hung around with Jeritza enough to know how moody swordsmen convey gratitude. And yes, she says this with an exorbitant amount of flourish just to be annoying. ]
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...Well. Give him, like, a day to see to his weaponry, and he'll send her a curt message telling her a) It Will Do and b) inquiring about collecting more, as needed. Way to go, Coco! You now have one (1) idiot who will trade a favor in the future for a steady supply of sword oil. A test subject?]