He takes note of the situation with a sort of weary acceptance, the lights in his sockets flicking up to note at the way this big orange lug is very clearly preppin' herself for a mighty charge.
His eyesockets list close for a moment.
"Yep," he says tiredly. "I'm sure ya will."
He can feel the magic boilin' all up inside of him, craving an outlet, needin' to hurl itself at somethin'. So he lets it. Redirects it along a stream, along the place where her SOUL might be -
Only, uh. Huh. Seems she don't have one. Not conventionally speakin', anyway. Instead it turns her gem blue with a quiet ping! of gravity takin' sharp hold, switchin' things up, indexing her values, and sendin' her on a y-axis back up to the ceiling. Only this time it ain't everything else gettin' thrown up along with her. Nah, this time Jasper's got her own personalized gravity pullin' her upwards, all alone.
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His eyesockets list close for a moment.
"Yep," he says tiredly. "I'm sure ya will."
He can feel the magic boilin' all up inside of him, craving an outlet, needin' to hurl itself at somethin'. So he lets it. Redirects it along a stream, along the place where her SOUL might be -
Only, uh. Huh. Seems she don't have one. Not conventionally speakin', anyway. Instead it turns her gem blue with a quiet ping! of gravity takin' sharp hold, switchin' things up, indexing her values, and sendin' her on a y-axis back up to the ceiling. Only this time it ain't everything else gettin' thrown up along with her. Nah, this time Jasper's got her own personalized gravity pullin' her upwards, all alone.