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"You know." He said dully, approaching the tiny girl. "If it makes you feel any better about the pin. My starting weapon was one of my fangs."

He'd seen worse. ... Or at least, heard, about worse.

"You could have gotten worse. At least its not like... a key... or a stick. Imagine how scary you woulda been with those." He waved his hand and summoned his own weapon. "It'll be fun to see what that turns into."

Ah the beauty of magic. It was anyone's guess.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. Im not sure which one it was but... Who knows. Could have been a claw, or onna the spikes on my back. But I'm pretty sure it was a fang." He shrugged.

"A vampire would have been both leagues cooler and way less spookier then what I actually was so I might just let you use your imagination." Again, he shrugged. "I had one friend who got... what was it, throwing knives? Another got a dodgeball as their starting weapon so. Anyone's guess. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if your little pin there turned into something like a rapier. Or... a pointy sword. I don't know. I did mention this s**t's all magic right?"

He was so insanely over this. There was not enough sleep in his system for this.

"...How badly do you wanna find out?"

"Unfortunately not. I'm just not giving you complete answers." Necro said. "Stuff I ain't told you, and all that. Or, and here's a thought, maybe you're not asking the right questions. I did tell you I started out a little differently from you didn't I?"

The Squire eyed her for a moment. "If I showed you, you can't complain about it like you did the cloud. You're literally asking for this, you know." With a sigh, Necro took aim and shot at her. "So... What have you learned in your very short time since all this started up?"

"Nope!" He said, wagging a finger. "You asked what mine does. I told you, you don't get to complain about it this time."

He sat, just enough away that he was out of the magic's range. "I'm not crazy, and again, I'm not drunk. Lonely? Sure. Absolutely even. Depressed is also an answer. Not crazy or drunk though. As for how is it helpful.. You tell me, you said it would be good for research didn't you? Now, as backwards as this sounds, would you calm down. You are not on fire, despite what it seems. I promise you, you're not in any immediate danger."

He stared at the fire for a moment before looking back at her. "I went through something similar you know. On my first day as a Page. I was meeting with a friend, when one of their friends got spooked by me and used their weapon and its magic on me. I got shot with an arrow, and was pinned down by his magic. I got pinned to the ground by some rather unpleasant skeleton hands and saw some even worse visions. I'd like to think my magic is a bit tamer then his. Would imagine the scare factor is up there with his though."

"I mean, to be fair, if I had warned you, you wouldn't have believed me anyway." Necro stood then, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to her once again. The warmth would return eventually, until then maybe it would take the edge off.

"Right now? No. What you've got is what you get. You won't really get any magic of the sort till you've gotten a bit stronger. And even then, your magic could be totally different then mine is. Just as my magic is different from the one who shot me." He sat down again, closer this time. "So your plans for revenge are gonna hafta wait. Not that you could scare me like that anyway. Been there done that... Multiple times. Not fun might I add."

Necro snorted, making a face. Oh so now she wanted to talk. "Scared a friend. Or I pissed him off. I don't know. It's...."

Complicated.

"You have no magic, and barely a weapon, but that doesn't make you vulnerable. Learn to fight, learn your surroundings. If you can, do patrols in groups. I don't know about you, but when I started, I had friends, who are also involved in this, I would tell them when I was going out. If too much time passed, they knew to start looking for me. You may be alone right now, but that doesn't entirely make you defenseless. You're a smart girl, I'm sure you could easily talk your way out of a problem better then I could, or have done."

Necro stared at her for a moment, confused, before he realized what she meant. "Oh yeah. No. I'm no.. uh.. Issue. To myself. Not like that anyway. I just get... more miserable and sleep more? If that makes any sort of sense. But I've got some friends that kinda... keep an eye on me and will usually jump in if I get that bad. I also try to do things that distract me from dwelling on things? Doesn't always work though." He shrugged, fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket.

"I don't... know honestly. I want to? He's my friend after all. I'm just... worried, I guess. He's been through a lot. Like... a lot a lot. In a similar way I have. I just don't know if I can... Or at least, I don't know how to show him that I want to help, and I'm not just another person out to hurt him. I don't want to scare or hurt him anymore then I already have."

Necro snorted. "I feel like I need like, a bijillion naps. You probably one too after today huh?" He didn't even want to think about using his magic on Celadonite. "I told you... You weren't actually on fire. If you touch em, they're cold. You don't actually get burned. That's why I offered the jacket." Thinking back on it, maybe she was right... His magic did drain peoples energy... That was kinda like a vampire right?

Maybe?

"You quite literally wanted nothing to do with me when we met." He pointed out, looking at her. "Did you want to be my friend back then?" Necro sighed.. "I know.. It just... It all sucks."