( Teasing as brightly as he is, it's clear that Esikko is excited. Excited to do some magic, to show some usefulness, no matter how small, and to see just what he can find for himself. Though he puffs out a sigh as he steps over the markings of blood and offerings and candles, it's clear he's not actually bothered. If anything, he's glad to not have any of his hard work trampled over.
Still, he circles around Dabi and places his palm against his back, a gentle push guiding him forward. )
Just step over anything marked, it's not so difficult, is it? Here, and...
( When they've reached the center of it all, he signals the stop with a little pat of his hands, satisfied. ) Just sit here. This is all just set-up— it all looks so excessive, but I'm only going to be working in a small space.
( After he takes one more look at it all, he seems satisfied, sitting down himself and pulling the jars of blood closer still. As he continues to speak, he dips his hands into the blood like it's nothing, watching it drip from his fingers as he begins to lift again. As he does, it strings thicker from the drippings, and he focuses. )
I thought you might want to know what sort of things I can gather from picking at the soul of this place. You know, like... a lens through to its core, seeing where strings are tied, what sort of things hold it up. Just don't touch these yourself.
( He's next to Dabi, rather than across from him, so that he can see much of the same that Esikko does. A lifted bloody hand paints across the air in front of them, and as he does, the blood seems to crawl like accelerated roots of plants, twisting and curving up and down in a complex web. It looks more like the web fades off where the blood ends, no harsh endings, just plenty unrevealed. And when he's "painted" enough of the blood that his palm is completely covered, some dripping down to his arm, to his clothes, not that he seems to care— he allows his hand to hover in front of it, like he's searching for the best spot. )
It's like a skeleton. There's no secret technology that can do this sort of thing, right?
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( Teasing as brightly as he is, it's clear that Esikko is excited. Excited to do some magic, to show some usefulness, no matter how small, and to see just what he can find for himself. Though he puffs out a sigh as he steps over the markings of blood and offerings and candles, it's clear he's not actually bothered. If anything, he's glad to not have any of his hard work trampled over.
Still, he circles around Dabi and places his palm against his back, a gentle push guiding him forward. )
Just step over anything marked, it's not so difficult, is it? Here, and...
( When they've reached the center of it all, he signals the stop with a little pat of his hands, satisfied. ) Just sit here. This is all just set-up— it all looks so excessive, but I'm only going to be working in a small space.
( After he takes one more look at it all, he seems satisfied, sitting down himself and pulling the jars of blood closer still. As he continues to speak, he dips his hands into the blood like it's nothing, watching it drip from his fingers as he begins to lift again. As he does, it strings thicker from the drippings, and he focuses. )
I thought you might want to know what sort of things I can gather from picking at the soul of this place. You know, like... a lens through to its core, seeing where strings are tied, what sort of things hold it up. Just don't touch these yourself.
( He's next to Dabi, rather than across from him, so that he can see much of the same that Esikko does. A lifted bloody hand paints across the air in front of them, and as he does, the blood seems to crawl like accelerated roots of plants, twisting and curving up and down in a complex web. It looks more like the web fades off where the blood ends, no harsh endings, just plenty unrevealed. And when he's "painted" enough of the blood that his palm is completely covered, some dripping down to his arm, to his clothes, not that he seems to care— he allows his hand to hover in front of it, like he's searching for the best spot. )
It's like a skeleton. There's no secret technology that can do this sort of thing, right?