07-22-2017, 03:41 PM
Quote:Relevant Dataverse link: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8736
Dane scanned the announcement quickly, before starting to read in more detail. The Tearen guy seemed a bit pretentious, but Dane didn't really care about stuff like that. If he learned something from it, then why should he care? Anyway, his reasoning was that Tearen's attitude was probably not unfounded - he was probably pretty knowledgeable and intelligent but those tenants wouldn't always be agreeable. At the end of the day, regardless of any rules or laws Dane was supposed to abide by, he'd still do what he thought was best. It was only when breaking one of them had consequences because he broke the rule (and not because of the actual action that broke it) that his general actions would be influenced. And in the case of what Tearen seemed to ask or value: psychologically Dane probably wouldn't end up as his star pupil. Yes all minds were priceless, but some were undoubtedly more than others. Like infinities. Every mathematical infinity is infinite. But some are still larger than others. Such as the cardinality of the set of real numbers compared to the number of integers.
Fluttering.
The faint fluttering of wings woke Dane from his thoughts. Reactively, he spun around, pivoting off his front foot to come face to face with Clownpiece. Outside of the recording he hadn't seen her fly before, but there was no way her wings should have been able to support her weight - not that she was actually that heavy (Dane had first-hand experience from carrying her) - but wings the size of hers shouldn't have been able to generate the needed lift. He guessed it was simply a passive form of core magic, similar to Cepheya.
Her breaths were heavy, laboured. She must have realised she missed him and sped up. He couldn't blame her for not wanting to wait here, especially given her childlike mentality.
"There you are. I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Dane raised an eyebrow at her while shrugging slightly in his armour, the swords on his belt shuffled along with the shield on his back.