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Day 58: Cafeteria
Anise woke up feeling lucky to be alive. She still felt a bit waterlogged, even though her skin, hair, and clothes were completely dry. During last night's adventures, she'd swallowed a lot of water, and it still felt heavy and disgusting in her stomach. Her arms and legs were tired from treading water. Lying still in her bed, she still kind of felt like she was floating and bobbing in the water.
But she was alive.
Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.
While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?
After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.
It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.
[for Tolten!]
But she was alive.
Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.
While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?
After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.
It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.
[for Tolten!]
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"It's...a healing spell," Claude admitted. "Leon didn't write about that because healing crests aren't known on Expel. The principle behind it should still be the exact same, though." He took a sip of his water, refraining from eating his food for now. It felt rude to eat from the better menu in front of a "lower-ranking" patient, even if he doubted Rita would care much for sympathy. Besides, the conversation was a bit heavy, so it was hard to think too seriously about eating right then.
"It's true that some people are better suited for destructive spells than healing spells," Claude added, "but I already know I'm capable of performing one because of what the doctors did. That's why I wanted to look into it more."
He'd already lost friends in the coliseum once, and he'd seen people get hurt countless times since his arrival in the institute. If he could help prevent things like that from getting worse, even just a little, then Claude wanted to give it a shot.
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"I don't use healing magic, but I've done a lot of research on it," she went on to explain. Chances were that if Claude was bringing all of this to Rita's attention, he could be interested in her help. Couldn't hurt to mention her qualifications.
Rita still couldn't quite guess what the doctors had done to Claude, but if he was so sure he could use healing magic, he had to have something to use as a starting point. If it was heraldry, then perhaps... "I'm guessing you have a crest for that spell of yours?"
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Besides, it was probably better to practice on injuries he got through fighting rather than self-inflected flesh wounds -- or worse, using someone else as a guinea pig.
If Rita had done research on healing magic, though, maybe he hadn't been wrong to approach her about his issue. She sounded like she would be the most knowledgeable out of everyone in Landel's about what he ought to do. Better yet, she was willing to continue discussing the situation with him. Maybe the fact it related to her field of study had piqued her interest.
"That's right," Claude said with a nod. "They...tattooed it onto my body." The practice was common among some groups of heraldic sorcerers, but it was still strange to admit out loud to someone he didn't know very well. The whole procedure had been horribly invasive, and Claude preferred to think of it as little as possible.
"I'm not sure about all of its properties," he quietly added, "but it's definitely a crest."
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"I hate to break it to you, but Leon's notes aren't exactly written for beginners," Rita told him. She was able to make sense of them because of her extensive background in magic research. Someone who'd never tried to learn magic before was bound to be confused and frustrated before long. "However... if you're serious about wanting to learn heraldry, I might be able to put together a simplified guide, using more layman's terms."
Rita wasn't one to be too outwardly kind to others, but she did want to see Claude succeed at this, provided he was willing to make the necessary effort. It was best to have allies building their skills when their enemies were so powerful, and besides, his successes could contribute to her own research.
"I won't do it entirely for free, though," she added before he could get too excited. Claude was... well, she couldn't quite call him a friend, but he was useful and he didn't annoy her. Because of that, Rita didn't plan to overcharge him for her help. She just wanted a fair exchange of information.
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But apparently Rita was willing to provide him with a more basic guide, maybe even one that would suit his purposes better. Claude's expression brightened. "Really? Wow, I'd really appreciate that, actually."
When she mentioned a price, though, Claude paused, wondering what it was she meant. Not that he could blame her for wanting something, of course. She'd done such a good job of looking after Leon's notes, and she'd just volunteered to help him. If there was something he could do to help Rita somehow, then Claude was willing to do it.
"Sounds fair," he said with a nod. "Was there something you had in mind?"
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"The most valuable thing a scholar can have is knowledge, right? I want to know everything you can tell me about what those doctors did." She wanted to know exactly how a person incapable of magic could be made able to use spells. It would be understandable if Claude didn't fully understand the procedure himself, but there had to be some things he could tell Rita. And in addition to that... "I want to see that crest you mentioned, too."
Rita turned to a blank page in her notebook and tapped the top of the page with her pen, awaiting Claude's answer. If he agreed, she would start writing. If not... well, she would be disappointed, despite the lack of emotion in her expression. Rita really did want to learn as much as possible about heraldry, and about the capabilities of the institute's doctors.
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But if that's what Rita wanted in return for her help, Claude figured he'd be stupid to say no. Some Federation officers might have balked at the idea of sharing that sort of information with her, but rules like that didn't mean much when they were all stranded here with so few resources at their disposal.
"Um...all right," he agreed. "I can't show you my crest without rolling up my sleeve, so is it okay if we put that off until later?" Hopefully Rita would understand that. Since his hand was broken, it made it difficult to do something like that discreetly. Besides, he didn't exactly want to draw the soldiers' attention, nor did he want to get slapped with a stupid dress code violation.
"In the meantime, though," Claude quietly added, "I'll...tell you what I know about the experiment. They didn't exactly explain the logistics of what they were doing, though, so I don't know how useful it'll be to you."
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The military uniform was kind of a problem. While Rita was dying to see that crest for herself, she couldn't insist on something that simply couldn't be done. "I guess there's no choice, so... all right. We'll leave that for another day."
Since he'd agreed, Rita's pen began to move, and she started writing the promised explanation. "I'm listening," she told Claude, though it may have looked like she wasn't. Her eyes were on her writing, though her ears were focused on what Claude was about to tell her.