[ Tezcatlipoca nods along, since fair enough. This world is definitely different from their own in enough ways that it feels kind of remarkable that it exists at all. However, he doesn’t even have a chance to spare a further thought to that because her question catches him more than a little off-guard. ]
Woah, right to the point, huh?
[ Just by his surprise alone, it’s pretty clear that’s not why he wandered in at all. He really just was curious to see what other kinds of mages might be drifting around here. It’s not like he has an quarrel with them outside of the Lostbelt, so it amounts to a capricious god’s whims.
…Is he, though?
He hadn’t really thought about it. For one, being a Servant wasn’t a natural state for him in the first place. He’s in the echelon of beings with enough notoriety to be registered within it, but when it came to manifesting, it was pretty much impossible. He’d only become Daybit’s Servant because of his own interest in doing so, or maybe just to see the kind of guy that would have the balls to try summoning a god in the first place. It’s why he’d shot him, first thing. You know, as you do.
But in their Communion where Tezcatlipoca is dark, fragrant copal smoke, there’s a feeling of something more complicated, and that makes him rub the back of his head with a click of his tongue. Also makes him want to smoke. Because, what, saying “sure” would feel like he’s cheating on Daybit or some shit like that? The pang of that feeling is stupid, he knows it. That weird guy had really gotten to him. ]
—Depends on how good your healing magic is, first and foremost. [ He is not going to dwell on that thought, thanks. Let’s go practical. ] Wasn’t thinkin’ too hard about it, but it’d have some advantages.
[ Mainly that if he had to pull out the big guns, he could. He’s pretty sure it wouldn’t matter nearly as much, what with the whole dissipation deal Kenos has going on, but still. Not exactly ideal to use your Noble Phantasm and then immediately keel over and die. ]
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Woah, right to the point, huh?
[ Just by his surprise alone, it’s pretty clear that’s not why he wandered in at all. He really just was curious to see what other kinds of mages might be drifting around here. It’s not like he has an quarrel with them outside of the Lostbelt, so it amounts to a capricious god’s whims.
…Is he, though?
He hadn’t really thought about it. For one, being a Servant wasn’t a natural state for him in the first place. He’s in the echelon of beings with enough notoriety to be registered within it, but when it came to manifesting, it was pretty much impossible. He’d only become Daybit’s Servant because of his own interest in doing so, or maybe just to see the kind of guy that would have the balls to try summoning a god in the first place. It’s why he’d shot him, first thing. You know, as you do.
But in their Communion where Tezcatlipoca is dark, fragrant copal smoke, there’s a feeling of something more complicated, and that makes him rub the back of his head with a click of his tongue. Also makes him want to smoke. Because, what, saying “sure” would feel like he’s cheating on Daybit or some shit like that? The pang of that feeling is stupid, he knows it. That weird guy had really gotten to him. ]
—Depends on how good your healing magic is, first and foremost. [ He is not going to dwell on that thought, thanks. Let’s go practical. ] Wasn’t thinkin’ too hard about it, but it’d have some advantages.
[ Mainly that if he had to pull out the big guns, he could. He’s pretty sure it wouldn’t matter nearly as much, what with the whole dissipation deal Kenos has going on, but still. Not exactly ideal to use your Noble Phantasm and then immediately keel over and die. ]