[ okok fine. also shrug emoji at both our game mechanics, if this isn't alright lmk, idek what all we've covered ]
[ Look she can do that whenever she wants. It's cute when he talks about himself. Like an awkward teenager. She holds her silence while he goes about trying to articulate himself, trying to wrap her head around the concept for herself. ]
When you say Trace, do you mean souls, of a sort?
[ For the sake of this back-and-forth, she's going to go digging for supplementary information. Finds, for her troubles, a ravaged pale corpse upon a street corner, shouting from beyond the grave in corrupted whispers. No matter his answer, she goes casting about deeper, focusing hard upon the sword across from her, less the man she has come to know it as, and the container it truly is, by design or otherwise. Platt... Platt... ]
[ Sure enough, with attention brought to a single, piercing point, they're noticeable. Though Platt may be a bit of a stretch, one can only assume by context that she is among the souls trapped inside. The souls themselves... are deathly silent. Never has she encountered a mind so impenetrable, let alone so many. Perhaps not so much impenetrable as they are... Well, traces. Nothing to be gleaned from them, aside from their presence. ]
[ She's silent for a moment. Contemplating. ]
If that is the case, would you consider humoring my curiosity once again? It is not as if we have much of anything else to do, and I am certain it would align with yours.
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[ Look she can do that whenever she wants. It's cute when he talks about himself. Like an awkward teenager. She holds her silence while he goes about trying to articulate himself, trying to wrap her head around the concept for herself. ]
When you say Trace, do you mean souls, of a sort?
[ For the sake of this back-and-forth, she's going to go digging for supplementary information. Finds, for her troubles, a ravaged pale corpse upon a street corner, shouting from beyond the grave in corrupted whispers. No matter his answer, she goes casting about deeper, focusing hard upon the sword across from her, less the man she has come to know it as, and the container it truly is, by design or otherwise. Platt... Platt... ]
[ Sure enough, with attention brought to a single, piercing point, they're noticeable. Though Platt may be a bit of a stretch, one can only assume by context that she is among the souls trapped inside. The souls themselves... are deathly silent. Never has she encountered a mind so impenetrable, let alone so many. Perhaps not so much impenetrable as they are... Well, traces. Nothing to be gleaned from them, aside from their presence. ]
[ She's silent for a moment. Contemplating. ]
If that is the case, would you consider humoring my curiosity once again? It is not as if we have much of anything else to do, and I am certain it would align with yours.