[Linhardt sees no reason not to take the hand offered to him in the void. In truth, staying in the void would have been quite pleasant if it weren't for the suffocating sensation in his lungs, but that did put a damper on things. Where he is pulled to is unpleasantly bright and crowded in comparison to the peacefulness of the void.
Normally, he would be quite cross at being pulled into such a rousing situation, but he...doesn't feel tired? That can't be right. He's always tired.
Ah. Someone is saying something. Some sort of reassurance. Linhardt holds up a finger, indicating that they should wait. He is busy. Do not tell him he is fine. He does not know that yet. It does appear that he is in good condition, physically. A bit chilly due to the draft and his lack of clothing, but nothing more. Except something is wrong.
Standing is surprisingly easy and doesn't require the willpower it ordinarily does. Yet something feels lacking. He closes his eyes: his magical senses are working fine: He can tell who is in the room. But when he holds out his palm and attempts to summon fire, all that he manages is a wisp of smoke. Linhardt frowns and begins to attend to himself, checking his pulse and other vitals and completely ignoring both the 'High Mage' (Good, that means wherever he is, he isn't responsible for anything) and his underling until his checks are complete.
Hmm. He needs more time to unravel this. Being unable to summon his magic makes him feel far more 'naked' than his lack of clothing. At the same time, it is impossible to deny the sheer amount of energy he has at the moment. Is this why Caspar, Ferdinand, and Edelgard can always do things?
Finally, Linhardt accepts the clothes (at least these people, whoever they are, are civilized) and follows the apprentice, though he pays little attention to what he's told and immediately wanders off the accepted path when they pass a library, ignoring his handler in favor of indulging his own curiosity about the situation. He does not care about the Kingdom of Thorne or its peril. He does care about magic and where his has disappeared to, and the apprentice is unhelpful. Therefore there is no reason to stay with him.]
You can go do something else. I am aware of how castles are constructed.
[He can find his own way around. The apprentice is welcome to putter elsewhere.]
Exploring - Equestrian Exhibition
[Linhardt doesn't dislike horses. He doesn't like them either, but if he were truthfully pressed about why he is present, it is because events like these tend to have good food and he's hungrier than he usually is. He has no intention of getting involved in anyone's affairs, but it is difficult to ignore a child being berated to nearly the point of tears for falling off her pony.]
Yes. By all means. Scolding her will clearly reverse the flow of time and make her a more skilled rider. And your disheveled outburst is of no annoyance to anyone around you and is by no means a spectacle.
[Nobles are the same everywhere, it seems, and making a scene is mortifying enough to shut the parent up (and for the girl to smile behind her hand). Unfortunately, now Linhardt has an 8 year old girl stuck to him like a barnacle, leading him to approach the nearest person who looks like they might have some idea about how to proceed.]
Hello. I require assistance. Are you an equestrian?
Settling In - Magic Lessons
[Boring. Why are classes always so boring? And why are students so annoying? The burst of energy he experienced upon his arrival has drained, leaving Linhardt in his usual exhausted and cranky state, but at least his magic has returned. Though he still does not understand why, and he had to recalculate several key constants to make it work properly. Unfortunately, his self-studying had hit a wall as the books in the libraries written for a more advanced audience assume some Abraxas-specific instruction he has not been privy to. Hence his attendance.
All nobles are insufferable. All classes are boring.
Which is why Linhardt is sleeping resoundingly in the back of the room, drooling on the desk until a particularly bright flash of light wakes him up. It's not a good way to wake up.]
For Sothis's sake! Physically make space! It isn't difficult!
[Linhardt follows up his outburst with an eye roll and then rubs his eyes with a yawn, finally looking over at the person who is now staring at him.]
What?
Nocwich - Elixir Shop
[Being at least somewhat prudent when it comes to matters that are not his research, Linhardt has managed to turn the small amount of money he's acquired by helping someone with a particularly nasty hangover into a somewhat less small amount of money - a fluency in statistics as well as a willingness to cheat by moving dice with magic served him well - though he left the moment he received any attention, uncomfortable with people's eyes on him.
In some ways, Nocwich is similar to Abyss, and Linhardt conducts himself similarly: Stay out of the way and observe things that are interesting.
Until he sees the elixir shops, where he abandons all sense of self-restraint and immediately begins peppering the proprietor with enough questions that the poor merchant looks like they aren't sure whether to punch Linhardt or tell him to leave. Their tune changes when Linhardt shoves his entire wallet at them, leaving with 3 elixirs and 2 pieces of the tempting glowing candy.
One of which the healer promptly stuffs into his mouth. Oh, someone else is looking at the stall.]
Do you want this piece? I will give it to you if you allow me to compare and contrast its effects on each of us.
[Is there variance?]
Nocwich - Hot Springs
[The hot springs are delightful. Linhardt unabashedly removes all of his clothing and dunks himself into the warm water, almost immediately falling asleep as the heat seeps into his consistently tired form and lulls him off to sleep.
Still, the habits gained over years of conflict do not cease immediately, and when the water sloshes and someone else joins his pool, Linhardt groans and sits up, though he doesn't open his eyes to see who's joined him.]
Really? Must you? All of the other ones are completely full?
[Why ruin something so relaxing and peaceful with other people?]
Linhardt von Hevring | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | Thorne | The High Priestess
Arrival
[Linhardt sees no reason not to take the hand offered to him in the void. In truth, staying in the void would have been quite pleasant if it weren't for the suffocating sensation in his lungs, but that did put a damper on things. Where he is pulled to is unpleasantly bright and crowded in comparison to the peacefulness of the void.
Normally, he would be quite cross at being pulled into such a rousing situation, but he...doesn't feel tired? That can't be right. He's always tired.
Ah. Someone is saying something. Some sort of reassurance. Linhardt holds up a finger, indicating that they should wait. He is busy. Do not tell him he is fine. He does not know that yet. It does appear that he is in good condition, physically. A bit chilly due to the draft and his lack of clothing, but nothing more. Except something is wrong.
Standing is surprisingly easy and doesn't require the willpower it ordinarily does. Yet something feels lacking. He closes his eyes: his magical senses are working fine: He can tell who is in the room. But when he holds out his palm and attempts to summon fire, all that he manages is a wisp of smoke. Linhardt frowns and begins to attend to himself, checking his pulse and other vitals and completely ignoring both the 'High Mage' (Good, that means wherever he is, he isn't responsible for anything) and his underling until his checks are complete.
Hmm. He needs more time to unravel this. Being unable to summon his magic makes him feel far more 'naked' than his lack of clothing. At the same time, it is impossible to deny the sheer amount of energy he has at the moment. Is this why Caspar, Ferdinand, and Edelgard can always do things?
Finally, Linhardt accepts the clothes (at least these people, whoever they are, are civilized) and follows the apprentice, though he pays little attention to what he's told and immediately wanders off the accepted path when they pass a library, ignoring his handler in favor of indulging his own curiosity about the situation. He does not care about the Kingdom of Thorne or its peril. He does care about magic and where his has disappeared to, and the apprentice is unhelpful. Therefore there is no reason to stay with him.]
You can go do something else. I am aware of how castles are constructed.
[He can find his own way around. The apprentice is welcome to putter elsewhere.]
Exploring - Equestrian Exhibition
[Linhardt doesn't dislike horses. He doesn't like them either, but if he were truthfully pressed about why he is present, it is because events like these tend to have good food and he's hungrier than he usually is. He has no intention of getting involved in anyone's affairs, but it is difficult to ignore a child being berated to nearly the point of tears for falling off her pony.]
Yes. By all means. Scolding her will clearly reverse the flow of time and make her a more skilled rider. And your disheveled outburst is of no annoyance to anyone around you and is by no means a spectacle.
[Nobles are the same everywhere, it seems, and making a scene is mortifying enough to shut the parent up (and for the girl to smile behind her hand). Unfortunately, now Linhardt has an 8 year old girl stuck to him like a barnacle, leading him to approach the nearest person who looks like they might have some idea about how to proceed.]
Hello. I require assistance. Are you an equestrian?
Settling In - Magic Lessons
[Boring. Why are classes always so boring? And why are students so annoying? The burst of energy he experienced upon his arrival has drained, leaving Linhardt in his usual exhausted and cranky state, but at least his magic has returned. Though he still does not understand why, and he had to recalculate several key constants to make it work properly. Unfortunately, his self-studying had hit a wall as the books in the libraries written for a more advanced audience assume some Abraxas-specific instruction he has not been privy to. Hence his attendance.
All nobles are insufferable. All classes are boring.
Which is why Linhardt is sleeping resoundingly in the back of the room, drooling on the desk until a particularly bright flash of light wakes him up. It's not a good way to wake up.]
For Sothis's sake! Physically make space! It isn't difficult!
[Linhardt follows up his outburst with an eye roll and then rubs his eyes with a yawn, finally looking over at the person who is now staring at him.]
What?
Nocwich - Elixir Shop
[Being at least somewhat prudent when it comes to matters that are not his research, Linhardt has managed to turn the small amount of money he's acquired by helping someone with a particularly nasty hangover into a somewhat less small amount of money - a fluency in statistics as well as a willingness to cheat by moving dice with magic served him well - though he left the moment he received any attention, uncomfortable with people's eyes on him.
In some ways, Nocwich is similar to Abyss, and Linhardt conducts himself similarly: Stay out of the way and observe things that are interesting.
Until he sees the elixir shops, where he abandons all sense of self-restraint and immediately begins peppering the proprietor with enough questions that the poor merchant looks like they aren't sure whether to punch Linhardt or tell him to leave. Their tune changes when Linhardt shoves his entire wallet at them, leaving with 3 elixirs and 2 pieces of the tempting glowing candy.
One of which the healer promptly stuffs into his mouth. Oh, someone else is looking at the stall.]
Do you want this piece? I will give it to you if you allow me to compare and contrast its effects on each of us.
[Is there variance?]
Nocwich - Hot Springs
[The hot springs are delightful. Linhardt unabashedly removes all of his clothing and dunks himself into the warm water, almost immediately falling asleep as the heat seeps into his consistently tired form and lulls him off to sleep.
Still, the habits gained over years of conflict do not cease immediately, and when the water sloshes and someone else joins his pool, Linhardt groans and sits up, though he doesn't open his eyes to see who's joined him.]
Really? Must you? All of the other ones are completely full?
[Why ruin something so relaxing and peaceful with other people?]