You remember when we came back to the monastery after a mission and Teach had that new hair color? And his eyes suddenly matched it as well? [ Operating on the assumption here where obviously the only Teach is the one Claude knows as his own professor, but anyway - ] And how we just kinda all... accepted that. A lot of what I'm going to tell you is going to be the same type of thing where you just have to go with it.
[ Claude does his best to explain the Horizon at a high level while keeping in mind just how bizarre doesn't scratch the surface: that it's another plane of consciousness they can all reach through meditation, how he'll lose his memory (temporarily) on that first visit but will create a domain of sorts, how besides the network, it's the only way to talk to anyone else in other factions. Then he'll take a long drink before continuing, because at least things get a little less outlandish from there for a minute. ]
Mag will be okay with it, I'm sure. It seems like everyone who doesn't go the military route ends up there at some point. There's a tavern on the first floor and the rooms are all upstairs from there. I've seen some familiar faces around but everyone's on their own schedule and people come and go. And she definitely won't mind as long as you... y'know, behave.
[ He'll stop again, this time to pop one of the snacks in his mouth to avoid grinning too widely over teasing Sylvain just a little and with no malice attached. Mag has her own list of expectations she'll let the other man know soon enough, even if there's no rooms open and it means sharing one for a bit. Not any different than wartime accommodations, really. Claude's not going to touch on missing lances, or Felix, or open the door to anything else which seems to have been left behind. Too difficult even just in passing. That doesn't mean he won't immediately laugh at the image of either noble mentioned trying to make it in the Free Cities. ]
Gods. No, that won't work here - they'd just laugh at us. Just imagine Lorenz ordering people around and getting offended when they ignore him. [ Claude can, too easily actually, and the image of it makes him drag a hand down his face with a groan though it's more to set up his next bout of dramatics incoming in just a second. ] If you try that anywhere, I'm ditching you on the spot. Fair warning.
only after being difficult first because that is claude logic™
[ Claude does his best to explain the Horizon at a high level while keeping in mind just how bizarre doesn't scratch the surface: that it's another plane of consciousness they can all reach through meditation, how he'll lose his memory (temporarily) on that first visit but will create a domain of sorts, how besides the network, it's the only way to talk to anyone else in other factions. Then he'll take a long drink before continuing, because at least things get a little less outlandish from there for a minute. ]
Mag will be okay with it, I'm sure. It seems like everyone who doesn't go the military route ends up there at some point. There's a tavern on the first floor and the rooms are all upstairs from there. I've seen some familiar faces around but everyone's on their own schedule and people come and go. And she definitely won't mind as long as you... y'know, behave.
[ He'll stop again, this time to pop one of the snacks in his mouth to avoid grinning too widely over teasing Sylvain just a little and with no malice attached. Mag has her own list of expectations she'll let the other man know soon enough, even if there's no rooms open and it means sharing one for a bit. Not any different than wartime accommodations, really. Claude's not going to touch on missing lances, or Felix, or open the door to anything else which seems to have been left behind. Too difficult even just in passing. That doesn't mean he won't immediately laugh at the image of either noble mentioned trying to make it in the Free Cities. ]
Gods. No, that won't work here - they'd just laugh at us. Just imagine Lorenz ordering people around and getting offended when they ignore him. [ Claude can, too easily actually, and the image of it makes him drag a hand down his face with a groan though it's more to set up his next bout of dramatics incoming in just a second. ] If you try that anywhere, I'm ditching you on the spot. Fair warning.