[That they didn't keep records hadn't even occurred to Mikasa at first. Though it made sense given that they didn't exactly keep tabs on the mirrorbound. When they probably should have, but Mikasa wasn't going into that. Even someone like her, who wanted to belive the best found it strange how trusting they were... Though it did make her wonder about the insistence that each mirrorbound got a watch.]
I don't think it'd be...that negative. No matter what happens. [In the entire time she'd been bonded to Tendou there'd been cheer. The closest to sadness was when she felt sad. She rolled her shoulders in a half-hearted shrug.] It's if he thought we were- [The word catches for a moment.] A couple this whole time. And I didn't know.
[Enjoy your future of being bonded to dumb teen learning feels. Though by this point the issue of when her real birthday was moot. Enough months had passed that she'd be twenty now no matter what.
Still young enough to be bashfully looking at a wall as she walked. Head dipped so only the red ears were visible.] ...I don't have anything to say for the ceremony.
[She was just going to silently hold his hand in the circle.]
[Well, if Mikasa was looking for something to balance that cheer with unrelenting unhappiness, Emet-Selch is more than up to the task. And it's no matter whether she was a teen or young adult learning feels, it's all answered with a sigh, a shake of his head. Whether it's directed more at Mikasa not being certain of her own relationship status, or at her optimistic partner making assumptions- it's an open question. Both, perhaps.
But he holds off on any comment other than that, as they take their places in the circle that had been prepared for them, for all prospective Bonding partners.]
That's fine. I've never made more of the ritual than what has been required of me.
[And silent hand-holding would be all he'd offer as well, though with more of an air of indifference, perhaps, than awkwardness. ...And considering how physical contact was the primary way of increasing the overall effectiveness of a Bond, he wondered if there would be equally as passive handholding in their future. Just politely and efficiently-scheduled handholding. The thought amused him slightly.
...But for the ritual itself now, it's not a long process. Fortunately, the witches involved seemed as disinterested as the participants. Something that may have been a bit of a mood-kill were this any kind of romantic arrangement- but as this was anything but, it felt appropriately neutral.
As in each time past, Emet-Selch is distracted more by the passing glimpse it gives him of his own soul- a fleeting look at dark purple. On arriving in this world, he'd been unable to see it any other way, and he's never sure if this small hint of it provides comfort, or serves only as a reminder of everything he'd lost.
It's something that leaves him subdued, anyway, as it concludes.]
[His more cynical approach helped in a weird way. After all the pity she'd gotten from people when she talked about everyday life back home. The lack of talking during an event that so many made more significant than it was let the fae concentrate on what was happening around her.
...Why couldn't these witches have been here the last time?
Her own soul, something she doesn't even recognise. Was something small and blue flitting through a flurry of white. It's not there long enough for her to dwell on it.
And the first thing after? Curiosity, as she peered up at the taller witch. It was probably to be expected. But Emet-Selch was so...muted compared to Tendou. Except in one regard, magic. It was shaky, a new bond wobbling along with the training wheels still, but the worn-out fae's antenna lifted, giving a flicker.]
[Despite his focus on his own soul, he had taken note of what impression he could get of Mikasa's, unintentionally a bit curious of it. This was his first semi-look of an unbroken human soul. A pity he couldn't see more of it, as should have been natural for him... but a little intriguing nonetheless. Inferior to his own, of course, but at least (presumably) intact. And for all that the Ascian remained scornful towards humanity, it would be a small point to her favor.
And there it was, that small, fragile-seeming tether to someone that hadn't been there before. It had been a while since Emet-Selch had felt a Bond so weak, so new- a tie to his soul that he'd have to adjust to. But it wasn't unpleasant, and he hums to himself after they depart, bored witches already ignoring them. Glancing down at Mikasa, he wondered if he was imagining the barest hint of added life to her. Magically-starved as she had been, the Ascian wondered if even this small-yet-steady thread of sustenance would already be providing some suggestion of relief.
Eventually he breaks the silence, tone casual as ever. Soul-tying, no big deal.]
Well. You should feel an improvement soon enough. I hope you'll make the most of the magic I'll be unconsciously feeding you.
[Not that he wouldn't be getting a bonus out of it as well, but that won't keep him from mildly implying that she was some kind of leech.]
[The comment just got a small grunt as they started moving to leave. It might not have been a strong bond, compared to her and Tendou. Mikasa didn't trust this man like she did the teen who'd been that strange that he was harmless. But she could feel the difference in the amount of magic coursing through...Even if it was on the lower end of the scale for a monster-witch bond.]
I won't be as tired. Will that be enough?
[Not that she's expecting an answer there. For her it was enough. She wouldn't nearly pass out while working or be at risk of biting someone. She wasn't going to mention the latter though.
Like she wasn't going to mention that beyond keeping herself awake. She had little use for magic. Not until she worked out how to use it.]
Now what? [Tendou had gone with her for ice cream after, though she doubted that was the case here.]
[The newness of the Bond, on top of the business-like nature of it and a lack of mutual trust, certainly made it a tether that could hardly be described as particularly strong, or weighty. But it was more magic than a monster could've provided her, and even if guided by the gentle hand of cordial indifference, it was an amount that would improve over time.
Mikasa's statement gets a half-snort as he replies anyway, amused, waving it off.]
It shall suffice.
[She could make as much or as little use of her magic as she liked, even if it would take time for the Bond to provide more than the basic amount of energy. And his own magic use would gradually become more refined with an added monster available, though the specific bonus fae granted was to... illusion, he believed. A pity. Not a field he had ever focused in.
Her question draws a shrug, looking down at her with a tilt to his head. Alas, no ice cream offers seem to be in her future.]
What more did you expect? I'll leave you to the remainder of your day, and you'll leave me to mine. We'll have to encounter one another now and again to encourage our connection past this larval stage, but there's little more we can do for it now. Should you have any questions you think I might be willing to answer, you know how to contact me... and I'm 'oft at Mettaton's house, if you were determined to bother me in person.
[He assumes she knows where the robot lives, friends as they were. And he is, if nothing else, willing to tolerate her turning up unannounced, which is more than he'd accept from most humans.]
Nothing. It's just...strange after all the fuss. [And she'd expected to take more time. Though it was easy enough to find things to do. She just didn't think she'd have so much time. Though her garden was still a state, that'd take more than a day.]
I will...Make sure he doesn't make you drink vinegar. A chitin covered hand gives a small wave as she started to drift, going her own way. ]
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I don't think it'd be...that negative. No matter what happens. [In the entire time she'd been bonded to Tendou there'd been cheer. The closest to sadness was when she felt sad. She rolled her shoulders in a half-hearted shrug.] It's if he thought we were- [The word catches for a moment.] A couple this whole time. And I didn't know.
[Enjoy your future of being bonded to dumb teen learning feels. Though by this point the issue of when her real birthday was moot. Enough months had passed that she'd be twenty now no matter what.
Still young enough to be bashfully looking at a wall as she walked. Head dipped so only the red ears were visible.] ...I don't have anything to say for the ceremony.
[She was just going to silently hold his hand in the circle.]
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But he holds off on any comment other than that, as they take their places in the circle that had been prepared for them, for all prospective Bonding partners.]
That's fine. I've never made more of the ritual than what has been required of me.
[And silent hand-holding would be all he'd offer as well, though with more of an air of indifference, perhaps, than awkwardness. ...And considering how physical contact was the primary way of increasing the overall effectiveness of a Bond, he wondered if there would be equally as passive handholding in their future. Just politely and efficiently-scheduled handholding. The thought amused him slightly.
...But for the ritual itself now, it's not a long process. Fortunately, the witches involved seemed as disinterested as the participants. Something that may have been a bit of a mood-kill were this any kind of romantic arrangement- but as this was anything but, it felt appropriately neutral.
As in each time past, Emet-Selch is distracted more by the passing glimpse it gives him of his own soul- a fleeting look at dark purple. On arriving in this world, he'd been unable to see it any other way, and he's never sure if this small hint of it provides comfort, or serves only as a reminder of everything he'd lost.
It's something that leaves him subdued, anyway, as it concludes.]
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...Why couldn't these witches have been here the last time?
Her own soul, something she doesn't even recognise. Was something small and blue flitting through a flurry of white. It's not there long enough for her to dwell on it.
And the first thing after? Curiosity, as she peered up at the taller witch. It was probably to be expected. But Emet-Selch was so...muted compared to Tendou. Except in one regard, magic. It was shaky, a new bond wobbling along with the training wheels still, but the worn-out fae's antenna lifted, giving a flicker.]
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And there it was, that small, fragile-seeming tether to someone that hadn't been there before. It had been a while since Emet-Selch had felt a Bond so weak, so new- a tie to his soul that he'd have to adjust to. But it wasn't unpleasant, and he hums to himself after they depart, bored witches already ignoring them. Glancing down at Mikasa, he wondered if he was imagining the barest hint of added life to her. Magically-starved as she had been, the Ascian wondered if even this small-yet-steady thread of sustenance would already be providing some suggestion of relief.
Eventually he breaks the silence, tone casual as ever. Soul-tying, no big deal.]
Well. You should feel an improvement soon enough. I hope you'll make the most of the magic I'll be unconsciously feeding you.
[Not that he wouldn't be getting a bonus out of it as well, but that won't keep him from mildly implying that she was some kind of leech.]
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I won't be as tired. Will that be enough?
[Not that she's expecting an answer there. For her it was enough. She wouldn't nearly pass out while working or be at risk of biting someone. She wasn't going to mention the latter though.
Like she wasn't going to mention that beyond keeping herself awake. She had little use for magic. Not until she worked out how to use it.]
Now what? [Tendou had gone with her for ice cream after, though she doubted that was the case here.]
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Mikasa's statement gets a half-snort as he replies anyway, amused, waving it off.]
It shall suffice.
[She could make as much or as little use of her magic as she liked, even if it would take time for the Bond to provide more than the basic amount of energy. And his own magic use would gradually become more refined with an added monster available, though the specific bonus fae granted was to... illusion, he believed. A pity. Not a field he had ever focused in.
Her question draws a shrug, looking down at her with a tilt to his head. Alas, no ice cream offers seem to be in her future.]
What more did you expect? I'll leave you to the remainder of your day, and you'll leave me to mine. We'll have to encounter one another now and again to encourage our connection past this larval stage, but there's little more we can do for it now. Should you have any questions you think I might be willing to answer, you know how to contact me... and I'm 'oft at Mettaton's house, if you were determined to bother me in person.
[He assumes she knows where the robot lives, friends as they were. And he is, if nothing else, willing to tolerate her turning up unannounced, which is more than he'd accept from most humans.]
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Nothing. It's just...strange after all the fuss. [And she'd expected to take more time. Though it was easy enough to find things to do. She just didn't think she'd have so much time. Though her garden was still a state, that'd take more than a day.]
I will...Make sure he doesn't make you drink vinegar. A chitin covered hand gives a small wave as she started to drift, going her own way. ]