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TexanJanusSunder eyed the otherworlder with an eye that suggested that he didn't particularly like being talked to in such a way. Contrary to his outward appearance, though, it was a surprising relief to be treated so... nonchalantly by someone. He was ancient beyond the girl's understanding, and could literally squash her- or worse- with a thought. She treated him like someone she's known all her life, and was so comfortable with that she didn't NEED to act any sort of way. No one was like that.
It was a relief. She was only concerned with who he was, not what he has done, or has become. Just him.
He eyed Jazelle with what would outwardly appear to be a sour disposition, but he decided he'd hold some fondness for this little alien. Either way, she'd have to have a backstory, and coming from his tower out of the blue? She'd be assumed to be his bastard daughter, of sorts- and she had the mana reserves to back it up.
"Your backstory is that you're my unannounced daughter. And don't protest- I've known you less than a day, and I already feel you'd protest anything you possibly could. Your origins will always be questioned; if you allude that I'm your father, you're much less likely to be lynched, interrogated, or otherwise. If someone finds out you're from a different world, what you want, need, or feel will cease to matter. You never knew your mother- I was as absent as I could be in your upraising. You're being sent to Whitehall for a proper education, after showing your first spark. And I will help you with that- I can sense your potential, so all I'll be doing is helping you unlock it.
"For all intents and purposes, I am your guardian. I found you, I saved you, and you're now my responsibility- even if a distant one. Whitehall will teach you everything you need to know about your new world."
Sunder paused, staring at her, before glancing at the servant that had sneakily appeared behind Jazelle. Dutifully, the servant stepped forward and delivered the guest's food, which the cook almost immediately finished off with a hunk of steaming, roasted pork-turkey-thing, something that neither the dead meat, the cook, or Sunder seemed incline to inform her of the origins of.
"Another thing- adopt a new name. No magician you meet will tell you their real name, because names are power. Pick an alias that you'll go by, because if someone knows your actual name, they'll have notable power over you. Because of how unique you are to this world, I'd also advise you to never let anyone take your blood. As it is, having a small drop of a magician's blood is enough to force him to do what you'd like- the connection can be weakened, however. In your case? You're more unique to this world than anything else in it. You are the most unique. Your blood is nothing like anyone else's here, and even if weakened, anyone could still use it to control you. This will be taught to you in Whitehall, but I am telling you now.
"I don't know where you're from, but I doubt they have this. If someone has your blood, and wishes you to lay down on the ground and try and eat a plot of dirt, there is next to nothing you can do to stop it."
He was stern, strict, lecturing, the entire time. It was a simple point- blood is potent, blood is power. If someone else has your blood, you're done for.
"Now eat. We'll be busy later."
It was a relief. She was only concerned with who he was, not what he has done, or has become. Just him.
He eyed Jazelle with what would outwardly appear to be a sour disposition, but he decided he'd hold some fondness for this little alien. Either way, she'd have to have a backstory, and coming from his tower out of the blue? She'd be assumed to be his bastard daughter, of sorts- and she had the mana reserves to back it up.
"Your backstory is that you're my unannounced daughter. And don't protest- I've known you less than a day, and I already feel you'd protest anything you possibly could. Your origins will always be questioned; if you allude that I'm your father, you're much less likely to be lynched, interrogated, or otherwise. If someone finds out you're from a different world, what you want, need, or feel will cease to matter. You never knew your mother- I was as absent as I could be in your upraising. You're being sent to Whitehall for a proper education, after showing your first spark. And I will help you with that- I can sense your potential, so all I'll be doing is helping you unlock it.
"For all intents and purposes, I am your guardian. I found you, I saved you, and you're now my responsibility- even if a distant one. Whitehall will teach you everything you need to know about your new world."
Sunder paused, staring at her, before glancing at the servant that had sneakily appeared behind Jazelle. Dutifully, the servant stepped forward and delivered the guest's food, which the cook almost immediately finished off with a hunk of steaming, roasted pork-turkey-thing, something that neither the dead meat, the cook, or Sunder seemed incline to inform her of the origins of.
"Another thing- adopt a new name. No magician you meet will tell you their real name, because names are power. Pick an alias that you'll go by, because if someone knows your actual name, they'll have notable power over you. Because of how unique you are to this world, I'd also advise you to never let anyone take your blood. As it is, having a small drop of a magician's blood is enough to force him to do what you'd like- the connection can be weakened, however. In your case? You're more unique to this world than anything else in it. You are the most unique. Your blood is nothing like anyone else's here, and even if weakened, anyone could still use it to control you. This will be taught to you in Whitehall, but I am telling you now.
"I don't know where you're from, but I doubt they have this. If someone has your blood, and wishes you to lay down on the ground and try and eat a plot of dirt, there is next to nothing you can do to stop it."
He was stern, strict, lecturing, the entire time. It was a simple point- blood is potent, blood is power. If someone else has your blood, you're done for.
"Now eat. We'll be busy later."