inbox (duocaeli)

[chlorokyll]

DUONET ID: XxMillionsKnivesxX

"You know what to do."

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[feyfound]

...Produce!? How? Conjuration magic?

But can you conjure 20 millions of knives, Mister Millions!?

Without the limits of this place, I mean!

[chlorokyll]

[ Magic? Yes, it does seem that there are places even outside of Duocaeli where such things are real. ]

Not magic, but as part of my nature as a plant.

Without the limits of this place, I could conjure a large number of knives. As I said, the "Xx" is irrelevant.

[ Look, he's never counted the actual number he's drawn out before, but it's a lot. ]

[feyfound]

Oh, I understand that it's irrelevant, but I'm still wondering if you could do 20 million knives. Because wouldn't that be insanely dangerous but remarkable!?

[ wait. ]



You're a plant?

[ She is definitely picturing someone like... very treant-looking, now. ]

[chlorokyll]

Yes, you're correct. Dangerous yet remarkable is an accurate description of what I can do.

[ He's still somehow evading her exact question because he isn't interested in admitting to what he can't do, but 20 million is beyond the realm of reason, isn't it? What he'd done at Jeneora Rock had been sufficient for his needs. ]

Yes, an independent. However, these terms seem to mean very little to those who are not from No Man's Land.

[feyfound]

What else can you do!? I would be interested to see your abilities at play!!

The imagery of a plant conjuring knives is so exciting to me!!

[ Yeah, she sure does not understand most of what he says in the second half of that message. ]

[chlorokyll]

At the moment, not nearly as much as I would like.

[ But then he has to ask, his deep-seated paranoia activating at all these questions. ]

Why are you so interested in all of this?

[ It would be one thing back on No Man's Land, where the Eye of Michael had created an entire gospel around him. Here, though... ]

[feyfound]

Why not? There are so many interesting people here, I want to meet as many as I can! Especially people who seem like warriors, and with a name like yours I thought for sure you would be one!

I'm glad I'm right!

[chlorokyll]

[ She sounds a lot like Vash, save for the part where she wants to meet "warriors." Knives is on a holy mission of sorts, so in that sense he does count as one. He's in the Warriors guild as well. ]

I am, yes.

What has you so interested in meeting warriors?

[feyfound]

I'm one too! And I want to meet other warriors so I can learn from them and get strong enough to protect my friends while we're adventuring!

[ she is just like this. ]

[chlorokyll]

My power is not one that could be taught to another. Not one such as you, in any case.

[ He has no interest in teaching his ways to someone who wants to go adventure with their friends. It sounds far too similar to Vash for comfort, yet again. ]

[feyfound]

What makes you say that? Have you tried teaching others before?

[ This isn't even... Juniper thinking she would be able to pick it up. It's just an earnest curiosity, but of course that might be hard to tell over this mode of conversation... ]

And what do you mean such as me? How do you know? We haven't met, have we? Unless...

You have heard tell of my exploits!!

[chlorokyll]

[ Her exploits? No. They are from different worlds, after all, or so he assumes. Even if she is from No Man's Land, he would have hardly paid attention to such things. ]

You are human, are you not? Or at least, you are not an independent Plant. Only we can control Gates.

[feyfound]

[ You mean he didn't hear about her pole dancing with Pinocchio? She was so sure that she became famous for that by now... They had such an adoring crowd! ]

I'm definitely not a Plant with a capital P, or a plant without a capital P, but I'm definitely not human either, Mister Millions! I'm an elf.

[chlorokyll]

Call me "Knives." Or "Millions Knives."

[ He is not opposed to a bit of formality. ]

An elf. And what is that?

[feyfound]

You've never heard of an elf...?

[ what the heck ARE elves, honestly?? She's never had to explain what they are...?? ]

Pointed ears... Usually very good with magic... [ except for her haha rip ] And live for a very long time.

[chlorokyll]

[ Ah, that again. Magic. However, between that and the pointed ears he is fairly certain he's met one before. ]

You are like Declan, then. And when you say a long time, just how long do you mean?

[feyfound]

Oh!! You'v met my Uncle Declan! Isn't he wonderful?

Elves lives for hundreds and hundreds of years! Hundreds Years!

[chlorokyll]

You are from the same world, then.

[ That makes sense, given that they are the only two elves he's heard of thus far. ]

I see. Plants are similar. We are much more long-lived than humans.

[feyfound]

We are! He's a friend of my family's!

[ and given that Juniper is still fully imagining him looking like some kind of dryad or treat... ]

I bet your kind can live for even thousands of years, huh? Like giant sequoias or aspen!

[ that's it. She's gotta know!! ]

Do you turn different colors in the autumn? Or flower in the spring?

[chlorokyll]

[ Oh. It seems that there has been quite a misunderstanding here. Knives perhaps shouldn't be surprised, especially from someone who strikes him as so immature.

Sentient plants such as what she describes are not a thing. (Are they?) ]

Not that kind of plant.

[feyfound]

[ Help, she doesn't know how else to interpret that. What other kinds of plants live for that long?? ]

Oh. I guess I don't know what kind of plant you mean, then!

What if we meet in person!? That would probably explain a lot!

[chlorokyll]

[ In person. Ugh. Knives is hardly in the mood and typing messages seems like a much simpler prospect, but he is somewhat curious to see another elf. ]

Are you online or offline at the moment?

[feyfound]

[ Is he ever in the mood- ]

I'm in the Dodo house!

[ so, offline. ]

Would you like to meet in the Banquet Hall or the Training Hall!?

[chlorokyll]

[ Food or fighting? Normally this would be a no-brainer, but he actually has to consume food now. That being said, he doesn't particularly feel like admitting that to a stranger, even one as harmless as this "junebug" seems to be. ]

The Training Hall will suffice.

[feyfound]

[ Someday: food and fighting. That's got to be a thing, right? ]

Great! I'll meet you there!

[ True to her word, Juniper can then be found at the Training Hall, tending to her greataxe. It is a weathered but sturdy-looking weapon, woody vines twisted along its haft with splotches of moss; it looks like the sort of weapon one would find withstanding the test of time amidst an ancient battleground... but maybe that's all lost on Knives. Oh well! There's also a ribbon tied to it, which is not from the ancient battleground, but from Juniper.

Unless he makes a quiet, stealthy approach, she'll pick up on his presence, the leporine and very much not elven ears atop her head twitching at the detection. Either way, she's humming a little tune to herself as she's carefully taking a rag to the cheek of the axe head. ]