[ the moment he moves his hands, they flinch away like a stray cat. Old habits die hard, poison or no. And it does remind them of the poison. How can they help but be fascinated by someone with destructive powers that they can master? ]
Knock it off, [ they comment, expression sour - mostly to try and cover up the half-frightened reaction they just had. ] It won't hurt a crystal like me. You should be more worried about burning that soft hide of yours.
[ their gaze shifts from the flame back up to him. ]
[A number of things: First, that answers a few questions Constantin hasn't found the words to ask, and also raises a few more... A crystal, huh... Alright, why not! Sounds as plausible as anything else around here.
Second, hmm, no, the Destruction practical classes have not yet covered, ah, not destructing. Give him another second or two before the parchment burns down almost to his fingers and he drops it hastily into the slush below. Goodbye, magic trick.]
...Skin. Actually. Calling it a soft hide is just a touch, well... [He waves a hand, making a face. Uh, gross? It sounds gross.]
[ at that, they just quirk an eyebrow, looking skeptical. Does it make a difference? They doubt it. Skin feels like the wrong word for the weird outer piece on a human when the gems use it to describe their outer layer, too. ]
Whatever. Can you control it or not?
[ a beat. their glittering gaze drops down at the charred scraps of paper in the snow below them, and they grunt. ]
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Knock it off, [ they comment, expression sour - mostly to try and cover up the half-frightened reaction they just had. ] It won't hurt a crystal like me. You should be more worried about burning that soft hide of yours.
[ their gaze shifts from the flame back up to him. ]
Unless you can control it.
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Second, hmm, no, the Destruction practical classes have not yet covered, ah, not destructing. Give him another second or two before the parchment burns down almost to his fingers and he drops it hastily into the slush below. Goodbye, magic trick.]
...Skin. Actually. Calling it a soft hide is just a touch, well... [He waves a hand, making a face. Uh, gross? It sounds gross.]
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Whatever. Can you control it or not?
[ a beat. their glittering gaze drops down at the charred scraps of paper in the snow below them, and they grunt. ]
... I guess you can't really.
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Well, that isn't the point of magic called "Destruction," is it? To do it with finesse?
[Finesse looks very cool, don't get him wrong, but putting out the fires isn't the objective as far as he's concerned.]
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[ Cinnabar speaks with the air of someone who knows what they're talking about... ]
After all, destroying things is easy... You should be careful.