Roleplay - Armella/Rhys on the Ship in Dolor

Armella stayed behind to sit by herself for a few, as the others exit the room to go watch Hikaru and Balgor train.

Rhys is walking that direction, but stops when he sees Armella sitting by herself. "Armella, may I trouble you for a moment?"

She looks up and shrugs, "Sure, what's on your mind?"

"I hoped that we might talk for a moment... I wanted to see if I might be able to explain a bit about myself, to possibly settle your mind and put you at ease." Rhys sits down nearby, but not right next to you.

"Ease my mind? About you being an odd fellow even among your other selves or how ever you put it? I don't rightly imagine you are all that different even if you are a strange shadowy elf. Everyone has a shadow-infused self, but I digress, please, go ahead" Armella smiles slightly and turns to face him

"I... Rhys, am different from the other forms within me. You see, when my mind was shattered, this form... Rhys..." He gestures to himself, "Had more control over the inherent magic within our blood... I am the most like my... our... father. Nerezza."

Armella nods, "That makes sense, people break in different ways. Hikaru apparently becomes a raging fox beast when he reaches his edge. I guess you got you." She pauses, "And the other yous. Do you think I'm going to skin you because of how you are? Your father is one creepy son of a stick, but just because you have his magic and semi-creepiness doesn't make you exactly like him."

Rhys smiles slightly. "No, I understand that Armella... I merely wanted to explain some things. I DO use magic. It is my preferred method of fighting, if I am being completely honest. I know magic is something you aren't too fond of..."

Armella pauses and thinks, "Yes, I am not fond of it. Outside of here it feels reckless, like a child with their father's gun, you never know what's going to happen. I've seen two people I care about seek magic in revenge, not seeming to care what would happen. I don't want it. Not even if it could help. I'd rather trust in my own strength. But I won't pass judgment on you for using it"

"But if we absolutely have to do that darn shadow jumping thing, I would like warning beforehand."

"I understand. For me, magic IS my own strength... Especially here or in the shadow realm. I will make sure, that if we ever have to shadow step again, I will give you a warning..." He inclines his head in courtesy

"I... have something for you. I found it while I was exploring the island. I know it won't change how you feel about magic, but hopefully it will be of some value to you."

Rhys pulls out a piece of silk, indigo in color. He opens it and inside is a silver unicorn-horn like rod. "It is my hope that this can serve as a bridge of sorts, perhaps allowing us to not be so nervous about being around each other."

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Armella cocks her head at the gift, "You don't make me nervous, I actually like you, but I guess I haven't made much of an effort to make that known, which is my fault. I've been unnecessarily been grumpy lately.” She looks over the horn, "I do appreciate it, I'm not sure I know how to use it or what to do with magic, but I can keep it with my apparently not normal bag"

Armella keeps looking at the horn and turns it over in her hands. "I do wish sometimes that I wasn't a Paladin, but only so I didn't have a burden on my shoulders. I couldn't leave this life now, it's the only way I know"

"Well, learning about magic isn't a bad thing... Just like learning about how to use a weapon was part of your weapons training..."

"I'm not very good at learning new things, I'm awful with alchemy, I'm not sure I could get the hang of magic even if I tried. Besides, magic is what? Shadows and bending nature, right? Shouldn't things stay normal as they are and not bent out of shape on a whim? No offense at all, it just doesn't make sense to me"

"Not necessarily... magic is... strange. The bending nature part isn't how it's supposed to be... magic is supposed to be like it is here..."

"I guess I haven't seen the magic here very much besides Balgor and what bits of shadows you do. In small dosages it does seem like a wonderful thing. But mortals can be corrupted by a power like that, I worry for our group should that power go to their heads."

"Quite... That's why I refrain from using magic outside of the shadow realm, and now here. I do not wish to break the fabrics of time, space, and existence any more than they already are..."

"Then I think we won't have any troubles. I cannot fault you for what you are, that is not my place."

"Just as I cannot fault you for being who you are..." Rhys smiles, standing and nodding his head slightly. "Thank you for your time, Armella. I hope we can talk another time." He walks out of the room

Armella nods and watches him go, before looking back at the horn, "It's pretty..." she mumbles while spinning it in her hands.