"Interesting," El-Melloi II repeated, a small smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. "I'd say you hit the nail on the head."
It was the fairest assement of the situation by far, one without a particular value judgement attached to it. That aspect was the most important for El-Melloi II, because it meant that if he called the matter interesting, there was no way to say he was speaking against his own family.
"Well, an early family just won't have all of the...advantages, let's say, that older, established ones have in this day in age. As for the age of this nonsense," El-Melloi II's left arm moved back, slinging over the back of the sofa entirely. "As for when, probably as the age of the gods began to draw to a close and magic was harder to come by. At least, that's the best I've figured out."
The console beeped at the two suddenly. "Do you want to watch me go for a round or two before you try it yourself?"
"Is that right?" Roman was glad to hear that regardless of his hardships he still looked at the brightside. He hadn't developed his own pessimism yet. The years would change his view. When what was novel wore off and the feelings matured into bitterness. For the time being his childlike wonder was prevalent in everything.
"Oh um, I see. So after the collapse of the Age of Gods," Roman mumbled his eyebrows together, looking pensive. Maybe he shouldn't pursue this topic; he was no magus. He had to ask Marisbilly. He remembered that before Solomon, only those who were demigods or other elemental hybrids could perform magecraft thanks to the blessing of gods. Such as the famed witches like Circe or Medea. Yet he had not set any crest to be inherited. It was true he had used his body to engrave his spells but there were no instructions left for anyone to unearth it and use them. He should best focus on the game. It was more interesting too.
"Eh?" He caught himself before he asked a stupid 'Really? Can I?' once more and nodded vigorously in response. "Yes, I'd like to try this game! I can't promise I'll be any good."
El-Melloi II let the thought of his weird family relations go, finally, relieved for it. God willing, Reines wouldn't barge in and introduce herself, probably scaring this poor doctor half to death with her...everything about her. Luck had held out so far, but El-Melloi II didn't want to push that luck too far.
As Roman contemplated the ages of magic and the transformation from magic into magecraft, El-Melloi II clicked through the load screens of the game, knowing that it'd take a minute or two to get to his saved file. "Mm, yeah, after the Age of Gods. Which makes sense in it's way. At that point the ability to use magic faded out, and so the attempt to recreate it became the primary occupation of those who sought out that kind of power. Developing ways to save knowledge would go hand in hand with that pursuit, although if it was a truly good development to be debated."
El-Melloi II knew where he stood there. The part of him that had written that thesis, the part of him that was still Waver Velvet, truly hated all the bullshit that magecraft came with.
Better to focus on video games. He gestured Roman's attention at the screen. "I'm going to show you what it's like first, then I'll set up a save file for you to get your bearings on."
He nodded. He knew that. The atmosphere was different now. He wasn't bothered in life by the heavy ether because he was born with power but he could see how different the world felt before his wish. In a way, this lightness was good, but for magi- well.
"But magi are too recluse," Roman mumbled with a heavy sigh, "By focusing on guarding their own family crests, they don't open up to others, that would lead to stagnation." Not extinction, no they are weirdly fixated to pass down the crest. He supposed to make some sense to preserve knowledge, but why was he slightly disturbed. "I understand is hard to protect their branches, and investigate them, as a doctor, I should be concerned about my field but-- um nevermind." To focus on one thing would mean they would not develop or branch out into new areas.
That too he could see about their choices of carefully planned intermarriage.
His mood lightened to turn and focus on the game. Positively beaming, he assented. "Ah, then I'll be in your care, Professor," he said with a soft smile and a nod. This was a lesson to him. He would try his best to follow and get good at this too.
"Now you've got it," El-Melloi II said with a note of approval on his voice. Roman was catching on quick, and what more could you ask for anyone who was listening to you explain the basics of what it meant to be a mage in practice.
He felt a little guilty about the tone Roman used though. It was perhaps too much to force cynicism on the young doctor, not when he seemed to have endless enthusiasm for everything.
"Okay, so, this list of files are different save points, I'm going to take it from my most recent save," he began, opening the file in question. The screen announced it was loading, before showing a world map. This edition of Tactics had gone for an earlier setting, the Napoleonic Wars, and El-Melloi II was ass deep in a Russian winter.
He focused less on explaining the history and more on the game play, careful to point out which control did what, and little pieces of strategy that were key in completing the appropriate objective. Unlike moments before when he was all darkness and gloom, El-Melloi II was postively content in walking Roman through how to play. There was excitement in his voice, especially as the mission's objectives were completed slowly but surely, and he kept a careful eye on Roman to make sure the doctor wasn't bored to tears.
He wanted to say more about the topic. He had a sudden bitter feeling he hadn't experienced before about the current situation of magi. Bitterness? Regret? Was this the way they were supposed to be? Then his magical formula. He sighed inwardly.
Perhaps this for the best, he reflected dropped the subject. The videogame novelty was enough to easily capture his undivided attention. "Your save..." he repeated, musing how convenient it would be to restarted where you left behind. He leaned on the seat and squinted at the map. After that, he glanced in Waver's direction for him to fill in the details.
He nodded firmly. Why not? "I do! I think I can do this. At least I'll try to not die so quickly." He laughed sheepishly.
Had Roman spoke with that perspective, he would have found a rapt audience. Someone who might disagree on some points, but the matter would be a lively debate rather than say, El-Melloi II tearing into someone. But with secrecy, El-Melloi II could only roll along with the conversational flow and focus on video games.
"Okay," El-Melloi II said, handing Roman the console. On the screen the text read Tap A to start! There was a world map and a single location marked, that of Istanbul. This current iteration of the game was really trying to be in different locations.
And make one fight Vlad the Impaler, as one does.
"The first stage is also a tutorial, so it should walk you through before throwing you into combat. At that point, I'll chime in with help only if you ask."
Roman took the console and nodded. "Thanks," he said as he turned to read the message on the screen. Tap? he wondered as he pressed a finger on it. Did he do it? The enfolding map that gave his location (and date) made his eyes widened in awe. He was truly doing this!
"Which side do I belong?" he asked quietly. Was he some strategist from the Ottoman Empire or maybe from Hungary kingdom? He checked the stats to take note of his inventory. Weapons, soldiers, provisions. A lot of the details of his life as Solomon seemed blurred, just to keep on his wish for a second, mundane life, but he recalled he had a well-equipped army.
Although he rarely went to war, he was better versed in diplomacy.
"It's set to the Ottomans. If you want to change it, I can do that too," El-Melloi II said, casting a moment's glance over at the screen. Playing as the Hungarians was doing it in hard mode, and given that it was Roman's first time, he didn't want to turn the doctor off too much.
In the mean time, El-Melloi II shifted a little on the sofa, now clearly comfortable. They were away from all the subjects that he hated, gave him ulcers, or otherwise drove him mad. This was...nice.
"If not, you're ready to go."
we should probably do a cut scene from this until the end?
"No, I think that should be the best way to start," Roman said, assenting. He had no ill feelings after all. If he were to side with Egypt or the Roman Empire, it would be harder. Although he had not yet developed that kind of passive aggressive negativity.
"Let's see," he re-read the stock items and the currency he had available. He decided the best would try to strengthen the soldiers' morale, if they were to attack Wallachia next. Vlad's Forest of the Impaled would shake them too much if he didn't do that.
With that, El-Melloi II became a spectator with one of his own games, watching quietly from Roman's side but mostly keeping to himself. Learning by doing, after all, meant learning without constant commentary from the peanut gallery. Not that El-Melloi II hid his reactions when Roman did something stupid, but those faces mostly came about at the very start of the game, and he ended up only chiming in when asked an opinion on such-and-such level.
It also meant it was on El-Melloi II to do things like order lunch (curry from a rather good takeaway spot just beyond the Clock Tower campus that no mage ever seemed to notice) and otherwise keep an eye on the time. There were papers that got graded, and it was, otherwise, an amazingly quiet day.
Had it not been for the hourly chimes of Clock Tower's bells, Lord El-Melloi II might have lost track of time entirely after lunch. As it were, when the tolls signaled that it was five in the evening, he perked up, extriacting himself from a post-grading haze.
"Roman, did you need to meet Marisbilly anywhere, or was he going to come pick you up?"
He nearly lost his first (easy mode) campaign. Roman was flustered realizing this, but it was mostly because he was more interested in exploring the world and meeting people than seriously battling anyone. The near taste of defeat was somehow novel, with the bite of something bitter growing within him in wonder. He almost wished he hadn't turned around, in the end, to see his disappointment grow. A couple of sacrifices and negations. It was extremely easy when he favored the most pragmatic and effective approach without taking into account his personal feelings.
As he was immersed in his game, he lost the track of the hour until Waver's voice pulled him back to the real world. "I forgot!" Oh God, was he going to get scolded? He frantically checked his watch with wide eyes. "He said he was going to meet me at the nearest Cafeteria. Lev's going to be there too." Something about trying to keep most of the Lords watching him meet Roman. He didn't want to attract unwanted attention.
He left out this was meant to happen forty minutes ago. He jumped on his feet and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry for keeping you, Lord El Melloi II. Thank you for everything. And," he smiled, calming the fresh anxiety he gained, "please remember what I said about Chaldea. I'll talk to Marisbilly about you."
Lord El-Melloi II couldn't have been happier. Roman's enthusiasm for the game. No one else understood it, understood that sometimes you got so involved you ran late, even cared about the mere idea of sitting back for a while and just playing video games. Roman wasn't a kindered spirit exactly, but he...he was someone that given time, would be easier to relate to than most magi.
But Marisbilly and Lev were important people in their own rights, and their needs and time demands of the young doctor would always come first. As Roman apologized, Lord El-Melloi II responded by holding out a hand.
"I'll keep it in mind. If you have any downtime again, you're free to stop by."
Chaldea might remain another mage secret. That particular ending would not shock Lord El-Melloi II. But fate finds a way...
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It was the fairest assement of the situation by far, one without a particular value judgement attached to it. That aspect was the most important for El-Melloi II, because it meant that if he called the matter interesting, there was no way to say he was speaking against his own family.
"I wouldn't have made the offer if I didn't mean it," were the next words out of his mouth, almost coupled with an eyeroll. There was a quality about Roman that struck him as not quiet naive but close to it. Ingénue wasn't right either, but the texture felt closer. Either way, El-Melloi II clicked through the loading screens, chatting as he went.
"Well, an early family just won't have all of the...advantages, let's say, that older, established ones have in this day in age. As for the age of this nonsense," El-Melloi II's left arm moved back, slinging over the back of the sofa entirely. "As for when, probably as the age of the gods began to draw to a close and magic was harder to come by. At least, that's the best I've figured out."
The console beeped at the two suddenly. "Do you want to watch me go for a round or two before you try it yourself?"
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"Oh um, I see. So after the collapse of the Age of Gods," Roman mumbled his eyebrows together, looking pensive. Maybe he shouldn't pursue this topic; he was no magus. He had to ask Marisbilly. He remembered that before Solomon, only those who were demigods or other elemental hybrids could perform magecraft thanks to the blessing of gods. Such as the famed witches like Circe or Medea. Yet he had not set any crest to be inherited. It was true he had used his body to engrave his spells but there were no instructions left for anyone to unearth it and use them. He should best focus on the game. It was more interesting too.
"Eh?" He caught himself before he asked a stupid 'Really? Can I?' once more and nodded vigorously in response. "Yes, I'd like to try this game! I can't promise I'll be any good."
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As Roman contemplated the ages of magic and the transformation from magic into magecraft, El-Melloi II clicked through the load screens of the game, knowing that it'd take a minute or two to get to his saved file. "Mm, yeah, after the Age of Gods. Which makes sense in it's way. At that point the ability to use magic faded out, and so the attempt to recreate it became the primary occupation of those who sought out that kind of power. Developing ways to save knowledge would go hand in hand with that pursuit, although if it was a truly good development to be debated."
El-Melloi II knew where he stood there. The part of him that had written that thesis, the part of him that was still Waver Velvet, truly hated all the bullshit that magecraft came with.
Better to focus on video games. He gestured Roman's attention at the screen. "I'm going to show you what it's like first, then I'll set up a save file for you to get your bearings on."
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"But magi are too recluse," Roman mumbled with a heavy sigh, "By focusing on guarding their own family crests, they don't open up to others, that would lead to stagnation." Not extinction, no they are weirdly fixated to pass down the crest. He supposed to make some sense to preserve knowledge, but why was he slightly disturbed. "I understand is hard to protect their branches, and investigate them, as a doctor, I should be concerned about my field but-- um nevermind." To focus on one thing would mean they would not develop or branch out into new areas.
That too he could see about their choices of carefully planned intermarriage.
His mood lightened to turn and focus on the game. Positively beaming, he assented. "Ah, then I'll be in your care, Professor," he said with a soft smile and a nod. This was a lesson to him. He would try his best to follow and get good at this too.
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He felt a little guilty about the tone Roman used though. It was perhaps too much to force cynicism on the young doctor, not when he seemed to have endless enthusiasm for everything.
"Okay, so, this list of files are different save points, I'm going to take it from my most recent save," he began, opening the file in question. The screen announced it was loading, before showing a world map. This edition of Tactics had gone for an earlier setting, the Napoleonic Wars, and El-Melloi II was ass deep in a Russian winter.
He focused less on explaining the history and more on the game play, careful to point out which control did what, and little pieces of strategy that were key in completing the appropriate objective. Unlike moments before when he was all darkness and gloom, El-Melloi II was postively content in walking Roman through how to play. There was excitement in his voice, especially as the mission's objectives were completed slowly but surely, and he kept a careful eye on Roman to make sure the doctor wasn't bored to tears.
Ten minutes went by. A long tutorial to be sure.
"You think you're ready to give it a go?"
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Perhaps this for the best, he reflected dropped the subject. The videogame novelty was enough to easily capture his undivided attention. "Your save..." he repeated, musing how convenient it would be to restarted where you left behind. He leaned on the seat and squinted at the map. After that, he glanced in Waver's direction for him to fill in the details.
He nodded firmly. Why not? "I do! I think I can do this. At least I'll try to not die so quickly." He laughed sheepishly.
It was a war where nobody would get hurt.
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"Okay," El-Melloi II said, handing Roman the console. On the screen the text read Tap A to start! There was a world map and a single location marked, that of Istanbul. This current iteration of the game was really trying to be in different locations.
And make one fight Vlad the Impaler, as one does.
"The first stage is also a tutorial, so it should walk you through before throwing you into combat. At that point, I'll chime in with help only if you ask."
Learning by doing, in other words.
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"Which side do I belong?" he asked quietly. Was he some strategist from the Ottoman Empire or maybe from Hungary kingdom? He checked the stats to take note of his inventory. Weapons, soldiers, provisions. A lot of the details of his life as Solomon seemed blurred, just to keep on his wish for a second, mundane life, but he recalled he had a well-equipped army.
Although he rarely went to war, he was better versed in diplomacy.
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In the mean time, El-Melloi II shifted a little on the sofa, now clearly comfortable. They were away from all the subjects that he hated, gave him ulcers, or otherwise drove him mad. This was...nice.
"If not, you're ready to go."
we should probably do a cut scene from this until the end?
"Let's see," he re-read the stock items and the currency he had available. He decided the best would try to strengthen the soldiers' morale, if they were to attack Wallachia next. Vlad's Forest of the Impaled would shake them too much if he didn't do that.
Can do~
It also meant it was on El-Melloi II to do things like order lunch (curry from a rather good takeaway spot just beyond the Clock Tower campus that no mage ever seemed to notice) and otherwise keep an eye on the time. There were papers that got graded, and it was, otherwise, an amazingly quiet day.
Had it not been for the hourly chimes of Clock Tower's bells, Lord El-Melloi II might have lost track of time entirely after lunch. As it were, when the tolls signaled that it was five in the evening, he perked up, extriacting himself from a post-grading haze.
"Roman, did you need to meet Marisbilly anywhere, or was he going to come pick you up?"
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As he was immersed in his game, he lost the track of the hour until Waver's voice pulled him back to the real world. "I forgot!" Oh God, was he going to get scolded? He frantically checked his watch with wide eyes. "He said he was going to meet me at the nearest Cafeteria. Lev's going to be there too." Something about trying to keep most of the Lords watching him meet Roman. He didn't want to attract unwanted attention.
He left out this was meant to happen forty minutes ago. He jumped on his feet and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry for keeping you, Lord El Melloi II. Thank you for everything. And," he smiled, calming the fresh anxiety he gained, "please remember what I said about Chaldea. I'll talk to Marisbilly about you."
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But Marisbilly and Lev were important people in their own rights, and their needs and time demands of the young doctor would always come first. As Roman apologized, Lord El-Melloi II responded by holding out a hand.
"I'll keep it in mind. If you have any downtime again, you're free to stop by."
Chaldea might remain another mage secret. That particular ending would not shock Lord El-Melloi II. But fate finds a way...