[The Bull makes a wordless acknowledging noise. Quentin isn't entirely wrong, in a larger sense, and it's better to let him see more of that side of it, not remind him that wariness isn't a bad reason to keep an unknown element close by, either.]
So, your uh- home. [That's probably the best word to use until he understands more about wherever Quentin came from, whatever bizarre magic he used to get here.] It runs on magic, I guess? That why you're so set on getting it back?
[ Quentin frowns, mostly because he's not sure how to answer that question. His lips quirk downwards, but he doesn't seem upset. Tired, if anything.
Then again, Quentin's almost always tired. ]
Earth doesn't--my home, I mean. There's magic in it, I mean--I'm a Magician, we've got schools for it and everything--but other worlds rely on it. [ Like the fantastical kingdom of Fillory, where Quentin is a King and absolutely fucked everything up. ] Just trying to fix what I broke. [ Which is all of magic. It's fine, he's not an anxious mess over it at all, really. He clears his throat, flicking his finished cigarette into the fire. ]
I'm going to need a crash course if I'm going to even attempt to fit in, and since I don't know about literally anything here. other than you. Qunaris. Qunari? Do you guys have Elves, too? Oh--oh my god, wait, are there--are there hobbits here?
[ He's not joking or sarcastic--he genuinely looks exited, looking imploringly at Bull, though his gaze does dip down to the other's jaw momentarily. ]
[Just trying to fix what I broke is probably important to note. Sure, the guy has enough little red flags floating around his personality to keep a templar on their toes, but someone trying to fix their fuck ups needs a certain amount of personal responsibility.
Not that trying to get his own magic back too is exactly a selfless goal.]
Some Qunari, mostly up north. Some elves, dwarves. Lots of humans. I haven't heard of hobbits, sorry. We're not going to lie to get you to 'fit in', though, so you don't have to know everything. Oh, hey- thanks, Krem.
[He takes the bowls Krem hands him, watches Krem nod at both of them, then looks back to Quentin as Krem walks off. That tells him Krem's got the others on their guard - if he hadn't, he'd be finding something to mock the Bull for right about now, preferably in front of whatever new person the Bull wanted to impress.]
Hope you like- ugh. Nug soup. You said you were hungry, right?
[ His gaze flicks from Bull's good eye to the eyepatch -- he makes eye contact fine, but committing shit to memory means actively paying attention and looking at the person instead of, say, the book he should be shoving back into the backpack.
Qunari live up north, elves are a real thing here (he's wondering if it's the Keebler or the Arwen type), dwarves. No hobbits. ]
What about fairies? Centaurs, talking animals? Oh--questing beasts?
[ Worth a shot. He's handed the bowl and eh takes it, murmuring a polite thank you, and just to pile on questions upon questions in such a short amount of time: ] What's a nug?
Body of a man, bottom half of a horse--really good doctors. Fixed my arm and saved my life.
[ Once he sees Bull eating, he's going to, too. It's not out of fear of it being poisoned, more that he has no idea what cultural norms are here. He's surprised it's not too bad. It's not a good slice of pizza, but you can't win them all.
Holy shit. He didn't realize how hungry he was until now. ]
They're real. Sort of. Different world from where I'm from. [ He presses his lips into a thin line, almost apologetically. ]
Yes. Uh--no. I mean--uh, so I said this stuff wasn't new to me earlier, right? Going to different places. Where I'm from, it's just humans. Place called Earth. Nothing but humans. I didn't find out there was other stuff or places or even that magic existed until I was 23.
[ A bit of a wry smile. ]
Do you know how boring it is to be in a world full of nothing but people like me when there's so much out there?
[He takes another spoonful of the soup, thinking, aware that if he wants this weird unknown mage to get closer to trusting him, he should try and be a little friendlier. He swallows the soup and looks up with a grin - brief, not overdoing the whole friendliness thing, but there long enough to lighten his face a little.]
So, somewhere that would drive me nuts. I'm going to level with you, though, a place where people don't even know magic is a thing is kind of tough to swallow. The fewer people know to look out for it the more out of control it's going to get, you'd think.
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So, your uh- home. [That's probably the best word to use until he understands more about wherever Quentin came from, whatever bizarre magic he used to get here.] It runs on magic, I guess? That why you're so set on getting it back?
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Then again, Quentin's almost always tired. ]
Earth doesn't--my home, I mean. There's magic in it, I mean--I'm a Magician, we've got schools for it and everything--but other worlds rely on it. [ Like the fantastical kingdom of Fillory, where Quentin is a King and absolutely fucked everything up. ] Just trying to fix what I broke. [ Which is all of magic. It's fine, he's not an anxious mess over it at all, really. He clears his throat, flicking his finished cigarette into the fire. ]
I'm going to need a crash course if I'm going to even attempt to fit in, and since I don't know about literally anything here. other than you. Qunaris. Qunari? Do you guys have Elves, too? Oh--oh my god, wait, are there--are there hobbits here?
[ He's not joking or sarcastic--he genuinely looks exited, looking imploringly at Bull, though his gaze does dip down to the other's jaw momentarily. ]
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Not that trying to get his own magic back too is exactly a selfless goal.]
Some Qunari, mostly up north. Some elves, dwarves. Lots of humans. I haven't heard of hobbits, sorry. We're not going to lie to get you to 'fit in', though, so you don't have to know everything. Oh, hey- thanks, Krem.
[He takes the bowls Krem hands him, watches Krem nod at both of them, then looks back to Quentin as Krem walks off. That tells him Krem's got the others on their guard - if he hadn't, he'd be finding something to mock the Bull for right about now, preferably in front of whatever new person the Bull wanted to impress.]
Hope you like- ugh. Nug soup. You said you were hungry, right?
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Qunari live up north, elves are a real thing here (he's wondering if it's the Keebler or the Arwen type), dwarves. No hobbits. ]
What about fairies? Centaurs, talking animals? Oh--questing beasts?
[ Worth a shot. He's handed the bowl and eh takes it, murmuring a polite thank you, and just to pile on questions upon questions in such a short amount of time: ] What's a nug?
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[He looks down at his soup for a moment. Then he shrugs - it's food now - and takes a spoonful, speaking around a chewy bit.]
What's a centaur? That anything like your legendary minotaur guys?
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[ Once he sees Bull eating, he's going to, too. It's not out of fear of it being poisoned, more that he has no idea what cultural norms are here. He's surprised it's not too bad. It's not a good slice of pizza, but you can't win them all.
Holy shit. He didn't realize how hungry he was until now. ]
They're real. Sort of. Different world from where I'm from. [ He presses his lips into a thin line, almost apologetically. ]
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[He nods, playing along with the different world thing without complaining too hard about it. For the moment, anyway.]
And where you're from? What kind of stuff have you got there? No centaurs, no qunari - some humans, I guess?
[He nods at Quentin. You never can tell if someone has a little bit of something else in their family tree, but he's at least half human.]
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[ A bit of a wry smile. ]
Do you know how boring it is to be in a world full of nothing but people like me when there's so much out there?
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[He takes another spoonful of the soup, thinking, aware that if he wants this weird unknown mage to get closer to trusting him, he should try and be a little friendlier. He swallows the soup and looks up with a grin - brief, not overdoing the whole friendliness thing, but there long enough to lighten his face a little.]
So, somewhere that would drive me nuts. I'm going to level with you, though, a place where people don't even know magic is a thing is kind of tough to swallow. The fewer people know to look out for it the more out of control it's going to get, you'd think.