[It won't come to exploding, with her. Cloud's sure of it. They've got time- and if worst comes to worst, he'll get her a bond. He's certain. As for the potion thing...]
Don't buy from 'em. The coven make them, and they don't give them out to the natives. Whatever these guys're selling, it's some kind of knockoff. Who knows what it'll do.
[Besides. The coven's ones are free. And safe. He can attest to that. Needless to say, he'd been on them for a while before he made other arrangements. His gaze moves to Tifa as she speaks, nodding.]
You're a witch, then. [Not good. But it's not like being either a witch or a monster was anything close to it.] ...You've got time. But eventually, you'll start feeling weird. It's the magic, building up inside you.
[She's... probably got more time than most. He doesn't know the half of Zangan's style of martial arts and what it entails, other than the obvious- the fact that she can clear more or less anything unarmed. But... it's got to involve willpower. And discipline. That might help her control the magic better than other people. But either way, even if not, there's the potions.
As for her question:]
For a bond. It's pretty much a spell, the coven casts on you and someone else. Your magic goes into them, and it humanizes them. But your magic keeps building, and it wears off from them.
[Her other question. There's a slight pause- shame, almost- before he responds.]
I'm a monster. A Turnskin.
[Small pause.]
I've changed, already. [Nothing on the outside, at least. Not yet. This world had focused on the most fractured parts first. The freshly broken parts, those easiest to alter. His mental state, still healing, still malleable from the Northern Crater and from Mideel.] But I want to get back and settle up before I turn into something that's not me.
[An acute fear. One that perhaps Tifa would see holds a special meaning for him.]
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Don't buy from 'em. The coven make them, and they don't give them out to the natives. Whatever these guys're selling, it's some kind of knockoff. Who knows what it'll do.
[Besides. The coven's ones are free. And safe. He can attest to that. Needless to say, he'd been on them for a while before he made other arrangements. His gaze moves to Tifa as she speaks, nodding.]
You're a witch, then. [Not good. But it's not like being either a witch or a monster was anything close to it.] ...You've got time. But eventually, you'll start feeling weird. It's the magic, building up inside you.
[She's... probably got more time than most. He doesn't know the half of Zangan's style of martial arts and what it entails, other than the obvious- the fact that she can clear more or less anything unarmed. But... it's got to involve willpower. And discipline. That might help her control the magic better than other people. But either way, even if not, there's the potions.
As for her question:]
For a bond. It's pretty much a spell, the coven casts on you and someone else. Your magic goes into them, and it humanizes them. But your magic keeps building, and it wears off from them.
[Her other question. There's a slight pause- shame, almost- before he responds.]
I'm a monster. A Turnskin.
[Small pause.]
I've changed, already. [Nothing on the outside, at least. Not yet. This world had focused on the most fractured parts first. The freshly broken parts, those easiest to alter. His mental state, still healing, still malleable from the Northern Crater and from Mideel.] But I want to get back and settle up before I turn into something that's not me.
[An acute fear. One that perhaps Tifa would see holds a special meaning for him.]