It might be better in the long run for them to go on as if nothing was said, when those parting words to their talk is a level of camaraderie between from one guy older than him that makes him want to start dismissing the whole affair. This cuts to the chase, and Tidus tries to rid himself of the tingles of it; yes, let's just walk down this hallway. This is fine. This is good!
"There is a void law, if it helps." A law that the inspectors made mention of and Tidus never questioned, 'cause what does law mean to him? "So, uh, you can try finding it, I guess. And what's the difference between a fountain pen and another pen?"
He would say that he has been writing other things, though that kind of writing isn't the same as they're talking about now. A writing for a different sort of protection, of aid.
...would a guy like Roland be good at making talismans? Being as in love with writing as he is...
No direction is too near or far for a wandering mind and idle feet, so eventually, he figures the kitchen or dining car might be best for now. Then again, who knows what he’s really thinking, behind the facade of calm he sports; a glint in his eye that sparkles for only a brief moment in the seconds that tick as Tidus mentions void law.
That it actually exists is enough to get somebody like Roland ready to get to work even without the volumes of texts in his hands yet.
“That definitely does help, thanks.” Roland answers, an edge of interest and amusement evident in his demeanor. “And I’m assuming they told you what that law was, or should we detour to the library right this second to find out if the train can throw us a bone about it?”
There’s a slight chance no keyword will actually give them anything at the store, but it’s an idea as good as any at this point. His hand makes for a gesture to add, quickly like an afterthought; “Fountain pens use more ink in the compartment so every stroke releases thicker lines. They’re great for writing and signing things. I’ll get you one, I’m sure it’ll come in handy one day.”
Asking Tidus of all people if he paid attention to laws. Pshaw. There's a sliver of a memory coming back to him when the inspectors brought it up, but Tidus shakes his head, both to that thought and to the suggestion of where to head to, not bothered.
"Go for it. They said about how long they'd be able to hold us - but all laws are long, right? You'd be happier reading it yourself."
Than whatever Tidus could recall of the meeting, and what little he received (and what more there was likely to be). Maybe there was something already in the library, or would be - but then, a guy like Roland would surely already know about it, right?
So if that's the way Roland wants to go now, Tidus will follow, with the reminder, "Armoury should be the closest gate" if they want to take the short way. Then as they go on, remarking on pens: "You know, if you're particular about pens-" or even think seriously that a certain type of pen could ever be handy, "--you should learn what I am, with Wei Wuxian? He's been teaching me brush strokes, for talismans. Bet you'd be a pro at that."
"There's mention of void law and void organization, sure. Lots of books we've already collected imply an organizational body. Halo herself confirmed it. But I haven't read a single resource that tells us more; who they are, what the process is, who actually runs the circus..." Or was it a collective to make a decision about how to organize the chaos of the void? Whatever the case, he knows an answer must be there, somewhere in the mess of the unknown. "Let's take the scenic route," he offers quietly, having traveled the shortcut long enough to know he's still a fan of walking when he's thinking.
"Anyway. Where I come from, laws are definitely long, but they're also made to be specific. Right now, 'void law' is pretty generic. Let's see if we can't push our luck to find something more our alley."
Gone were the days where Roland's only concern was to figure out how to read from stone tablets in a library. Where would they even begin? It's a gamble he's willing to take as they pass further in, and it just so happens that remembering Goldpaw of all places seems to suit their conversation anyway.
"Brush strokes for talismans, huh? Is that a type of magic? I know a place that had similar practices." Not that he's ever dabbled. "You should show me some of your work. You have one on you?"
Everything Roland said made sense for the man himself, and he could acknowledge it, knowing he wouldn't be getting finger-deep into any laws himself. Unless he gets dragged into it by a bossy old man...!!
Nonetheless, he hums to the suggestion of a scenic route, putting his hands behind his head and stretching, a lethargy about him that might be done some good by walking anyway. There was plenty of space for that in the room, but you were never moving to anywhere, and for the bore that the hallways of the carriages usually were, at least they would lead to doors that could be moved through.
It's been moments since returning, but he feels himself already returning to the lull of being on the train. He huffs at the request.
"I've got nothing to show, 'less you wanna see a bunch of paper where I'm practising the same strokes over and over. It's finicky! You have to get it just right; it has to be precise yet natural." Insert the dulled tone to it. "It's magic, but it's all in the strokes too, y'know? Seriously, you should chat with Wei Wuxian. I got talking to him about it because you can make them to protect spaces. Even you can use a lil' magic."
Go for it, old man. Be the cool guy you long to be.
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"There is a void law, if it helps." A law that the inspectors made mention of and Tidus never questioned, 'cause what does law mean to him? "So, uh, you can try finding it, I guess. And what's the difference between a fountain pen and another pen?"
He would say that he has been writing other things, though that kind of writing isn't the same as they're talking about now. A writing for a different sort of protection, of aid.
...would a guy like Roland be good at making talismans? Being as in love with writing as he is...
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That it actually exists is enough to get somebody like Roland ready to get to work even without the volumes of texts in his hands yet.
“That definitely does help, thanks.” Roland answers, an edge of interest and amusement evident in his demeanor. “And I’m assuming they told you what that law was, or should we detour to the library right this second to find out if the train can throw us a bone about it?”
There’s a slight chance no keyword will actually give them anything at the store, but it’s an idea as good as any at this point. His hand makes for a gesture to add, quickly like an afterthought; “Fountain pens use more ink in the compartment so every stroke releases thicker lines. They’re great for writing and signing things. I’ll get you one, I’m sure it’ll come in handy one day.”
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"Go for it. They said about how long they'd be able to hold us - but all laws are long, right? You'd be happier reading it yourself."
Than whatever Tidus could recall of the meeting, and what little he received (and what more there was likely to be). Maybe there was something already in the library, or would be - but then, a guy like Roland would surely already know about it, right?
So if that's the way Roland wants to go now, Tidus will follow, with the reminder, "Armoury should be the closest gate" if they want to take the short way. Then as they go on, remarking on pens: "You know, if you're particular about pens-" or even think seriously that a certain type of pen could ever be handy, "--you should learn what I am, with Wei Wuxian? He's been teaching me brush strokes, for talismans. Bet you'd be a pro at that."
A more serious student at it than him, for sure.
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"Anyway. Where I come from, laws are definitely long, but they're also made to be specific. Right now, 'void law' is pretty generic. Let's see if we can't push our luck to find something more our alley."
Gone were the days where Roland's only concern was to figure out how to read from stone tablets in a library. Where would they even begin? It's a gamble he's willing to take as they pass further in, and it just so happens that remembering Goldpaw of all places seems to suit their conversation anyway.
"Brush strokes for talismans, huh? Is that a type of magic? I know a place that had similar practices." Not that he's ever dabbled. "You should show me some of your work. You have one on you?"
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Nonetheless, he hums to the suggestion of a scenic route, putting his hands behind his head and stretching, a lethargy about him that might be done some good by walking anyway. There was plenty of space for that in the room, but you were never moving to anywhere, and for the bore that the hallways of the carriages usually were, at least they would lead to doors that could be moved through.
It's been moments since returning, but he feels himself already returning to the lull of being on the train. He huffs at the request.
"I've got nothing to show, 'less you wanna see a bunch of paper where I'm practising the same strokes over and over. It's finicky! You have to get it just right; it has to be precise yet natural." Insert the dulled tone to it. "It's magic, but it's all in the strokes too, y'know? Seriously, you should chat with Wei Wuxian. I got talking to him about it because you can make them to protect spaces. Even you can use a lil' magic."
Go for it, old man. Be the cool guy you long to be.