[ It helps that Amos and Gavial are of similar minds. It would be easier if they could just give someone a little jab — just slip by in passing, a little pinch, little burn, and it's done. (Maybe some fisticuffs after, but those are just the fun hazards of the job.)
Except... yeah. They may not have much longer when it comes to actually being able to to give someone that pinch, and beggars can't be choosers. Still, Amos had grit his teeth when they'd caught sight of Alice — when Gavial had identified her to him, when he'd been able to put face and voice together to one of the few people who hadn't chewed him out in his attempt at communing the wider shard-bearer population — because he'd liked her. And now this.
But it's war. This Oracle is a confusing one to him, with no real way to tell who's going to win it, so they especially have to follow through on the task they were given. For Zenith. And Zenith has to trump Alice.
Not like he has to like it, though. He just has to do it. ]
Yeah. [ He matches his pace with Gavial's, though after a beat, the frustration in his voice ebbs away. ] Isn't it a good thing that she's going down an alleyway, though? Doesn't that mean there's gonna be fewer people there?
[ Applied learning! He'd meant it when he'd said he was going to try to watch out for civilian casualties. Didn't necessarily believe that he could, but if Alice is going to take that lead for them... ]
Hold on. I'm going to do something conspicuous.
[ He knows what alley Alice turned down, so Amos breaks into something of a run before using his momentum to give himself a boost. A rather large one, as he reduces gravity's pull on himself thanks to magic acquired in Kenos. And, as though he were jumping on the moon — no, lighter than that — Amos goes sailing overhead, cutting the corner and hitting the far side of the alley wall, somewhere near Alice's vicinity if he's judged the distance right.
And as he restores his weight to normal and goes sliding down that wall back to the ground, he calls out to her in a friendly drawl: ] Hey. Got a minute?
[ If he can distract her enough for Gavial to get the brand ready... ]
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Except... yeah. They may not have much longer when it comes to actually being able to to give someone that pinch, and beggars can't be choosers. Still, Amos had grit his teeth when they'd caught sight of Alice — when Gavial had identified her to him, when he'd been able to put face and voice together to one of the few people who hadn't chewed him out in his attempt at communing the wider shard-bearer population — because he'd liked her. And now this.
But it's war. This Oracle is a confusing one to him, with no real way to tell who's going to win it, so they especially have to follow through on the task they were given. For Zenith. And Zenith has to trump Alice.
Not like he has to like it, though. He just has to do it. ]
Yeah. [ He matches his pace with Gavial's, though after a beat, the frustration in his voice ebbs away. ] Isn't it a good thing that she's going down an alleyway, though? Doesn't that mean there's gonna be fewer people there?
[ Applied learning! He'd meant it when he'd said he was going to try to watch out for civilian casualties. Didn't necessarily believe that he could, but if Alice is going to take that lead for them... ]
Hold on. I'm going to do something conspicuous.
[ He knows what alley Alice turned down, so Amos breaks into something of a run before using his momentum to give himself a boost. A rather large one, as he reduces gravity's pull on himself thanks to magic acquired in Kenos. And, as though he were jumping on the moon — no, lighter than that — Amos goes sailing overhead, cutting the corner and hitting the far side of the alley wall, somewhere near Alice's vicinity if he's judged the distance right.
And as he restores his weight to normal and goes sliding down that wall back to the ground, he calls out to her in a friendly drawl: ] Hey. Got a minute?
[ If he can distract her enough for Gavial to get the brand ready... ]