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[rudelanguage]

Uh. Recently? No. Can't say I have.

[oblige]

Several moons ago, but...

[ Alas, it can't be helped. ]

Normally my Eikonic form is substantial.

[rudelanguage]

[it was something of a lie. Pending met a dragon, but...but that was distinctly not Dion. so. so it's only a fake lie! ...sort of? an irrelevant truth!

anyway.] I'm guessing that's your fancy word for bigass fuckoff dragon.

[oblige]

I've never heard it phrased as such, but I suppose yes. That would be Bahamut.

[ It seems a little sacrilegious to call his Eikon that when he was raised in the Greagorian faith, but...eh? Eh. ]

[rudelanguage]

[hey, if any smiting happens? it's Scarlet getting smote. and it'd be informational, at least! but for now, the religion is not in the room with her.

or very patiently staying its hand.]

That's more of the shit that was making your life all lame, wasn't it? [why ask about it? because not asking about it means thinking about the present-tense, and she's really, really fucking tired.]

[oblige]

I wouldn't phrase it in such a way, but it determined the course of my life. Bahamut serves and protects his people.

[ As with those before him, Dion was committed to that duty. ]

I would have eventually fallen in battle or succumbed to lithification.

[rudelanguage]

[in a yawn:] Aaaanother word I don't knowwwww...

[oblige]

[ Fortunately(?) he has been over this before. ]

Petrification?

[rudelanguage]

Oh.

[beat.

confused:] You're gonna get petrified? By a dragon?

[oblige]

No, it's an eventual consequence of using magic in my world. Not so in others, it seems.

Priming— transforming frequently would eventually have exacted that toll.

[rudelanguage]

Oh.

[gears sluggishly moving.]

...Then youuuu probably shouldn't be doing that. Huh?

[oblige]

I've observed no ill effects since being summoned to all of this.

[rudelanguage]

Oh.

Okay.

Keep an eye on the consistency of your toenails, I guess. Bet those'd be the first to go all flaky-stony.

[oblige]

My right arm was where it began, actually.

[ Said a little too calmly, considering. ]