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[thedevilwhorose]

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[ordinar]

Ha ha...

Honestly? I still feel like I don't know shit about magic.

But it's not that different from how I can push out my feelings, right? Just, instead of pushing something out, I'm trying to keep it from getting in in the first place.

[thedevilwhorose]

No one "knows shit" about magic. Even if they knew before coming here, it's different. This place operates differently, and we can't even access certain types where we are. Heck, we can't even access certain types of Academic magic without Thorne getting all fussy.

But yeah, it's all about just... simplest, putting a fortress up around your mind.

[ordinar]

You think Istredd could teach me?

[thedevilwhorose]

Istredd could about teach you anything you wanted.

Except I don't actually know how he is with offense spells. But mental defense? Yeah, it's is ballgame.

There's likely other teachers specialized in it though if you can't stomach him.

[ordinar]

I'm not sick of him yet.

Um...

He might be sick of me, though. I was kind of an asshole to him back there.

[In the pit, that is.]

[thedevilwhorose]

He's roomed with me for months and he hasn't gotten sick of me yet.

You're fine.

[ordinar]

That's...weirdly reassuring, actually.

No offense.

[thedevilwhorose]

None taken.

I've actively tried to break our friendship and he hasn't gone away.

He cares about you, don't worry about it.

[ordinar]

He should get an award for, like, patience or something.

I'll ask him about it. I was going to see if we could go back to having magic lessons again.

[thedevilwhorose]

Macaroni salad, put-together, award.

... Hm. I think there's something wrong with that sentence. Isn't there some 'homemade' Earth custom involving macaroni? I don't know.

Point is, yes, continue your lessons. For both you and him. He needs something familiar.

[ordinar]

[You're asking a kid who grew up in a palace about macaroni art. Sorry, he's just as clueless as you are about this one.]

Haha, what the fuck are you even talking about.

That place messed up everyone, didn't it.

[thedevilwhorose]

God you're young.

[that's the only explanation for how THE DEVIL knows about macaroni art and this wisp of a teenager doesn't

(or you know. cultural differences.)]

Maybe with the 'recent' addiction to phones and technology and the internet that's not a 'thing' anymore.

Yes, it really did.

[ordinar]

You're, like, a million years old.

[Anyway...]

Istredd just always seems so calm and collected. Like nothing can shake him. It's almost annoying.

But he was trying to look out for everyone down there, and that couldn't have been easy.

[thedevilwhorose]

Try several billion, but I get your point.

And I get where you're coming from, about Istredd. I've certainly felt that same annoyance.

So when he is shaken, trust me when I say it's not........ great.

[ordinar]

You care about him a lot.

[Not a question, just a confirmation.]

I think he's the kind of person who gets so wrapped up in caring about everyone else that he forgets to care about himself.

[thedevilwhorose]

[don't @ him kid]

I didn't think he was coming back from that pit because of that.

[ordinar]

I got out thanks in part to him.

So I'm glad he didn't get to be a martyr.

[For Lucifer's sake as much as that of Istredd himself.]

[thedevilwhorose]

[the reply takes long enough it might seem like he isn't going to answer.

but eventually]

Yeah.

Me too.