Care for that cup of coffee? I have something else that I can show you that /isn't/ healing-related. That is, assuming this new talent of mine cooperates.
Edited (when u get ur timeline all mixed up) 2017-07-09 19:26 (UTC)
[And so he will be, whenever she arrives. He's already got his coffee, and it sits in front of him, at a little table outside. The wide, white umbrella attached to it at least affords him some shade from the sun.]
[The fact that he's outside makes things convenient; no need to deal with the vague nuisance of walking into a cafe and looking around at all of the tables in turn as one tries to survey the landscape and spot their waiting acquaintance. Quite the contrary, this way she actually spots him even as she's driving up (in her own equally noticeable fashion), and so once she's got herself parked and ready to roll, she knows right where she's headed as she comes walking back to the table.
She's always favored that sensation — knowing precisely where she's going. It's a natural feeling, and a satisfying one.
In this case, she's going for the chair across from him beneath that white umbrella, and she slides right into it without being invited, a smile already on her face.]
There you are. I didn't keep you waiting too long, I hope?
[Well, it's difficult to miss that entrance -- at least, when driving a car like that it is. Ardyn can see her both park and approach from the table he's chosen, and offers her a gracious smile as she approaches. He doesn't seem to mind that she merely just takes a seat in front of him with little fanfare; he invited her, after all, and what was the point in asking if she could sit?]
Not at all. The sun might be high in the sky, but I've a shield to protect me. [A wave up at the umbrella hanging above their heads.]
[She flicks a brief glance toward the umbrella when he motions to it, and then an even more fleeting one toward the sky overhead, but then seems to brush off whatever it is she's contemplating and turns her attention back fully to Ardyn.]
[Still smiling, he digs into his pocket and pulls out a pen. It's a plain ballpoint one, nothing out of the ordinary. He hands it to her, appreciating her skepticism for what it is.]
Care to examine and verify that there's nothing odd about this pen first? Just to remove any notions of doubt ahead of time.
[He sounds like a magician setting up a trick, but best to cover all bases.]
Interesting. Are you going to show me that there's nothing up your sleeves next?
[But it's clear she's lightly teasing as she takes the pen and turns it over and over in her fingers, stopping short of actually taking the thing apart (fortunately), but at least verifying that it does seem to be precisely what he says it is.]
[Still grinning, Ardyn makes as if he's going to take it back, because he is-
Or at least, it seems like he will. His fingertips grasp at the pen, and then, with a moment of what appears to be focus flitting across his features, the item disappears into nothingness. Only fractured red light, dissipating into thin air, and it's gone.
[Maybe it's unsurprising, the way her eyes almost automatically narrow at the sight of the pen disappearing into nothingness; it's not just the disappearing act, that's entirely attributable to sleight of hand if one chooses to be a skeptic. But the light is a different story, and more importantly, his hand didn't move — and it doesn't matter how good of a magician he might be, he couldn't possibly have palmed that pen anywhere without moving even fractionally, and she was watching for anything that might give him away.
So she's quiet, to say the least, when that move completes, and while she's still skeptical, she's also clearly transfixed.]
You made it disappear — by all appearances. And I presume if I asked you to roll up your sleeves, we wouldn't find it there, either?
[People have reacted in many different ways to his magic thus far, and given that Carmen seems to be a very skeptical sort (in a good way!), Ardyn isn't surprised to see that narrowing of her eyes in response to his little trick.
He shakes his head, showing her the font of his hands and his palms, then rolls up his sleeves as if to prove his point.]
Not at all. This is no slight of hand, as I cannot pretend to be even remotely good at such a thing. You may thank Retrospec for it; a bit of magic, in every sense of the word.
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Care for that cup of coffee? I have something else that I can show you that /isn't/ healing-related. That is, assuming this new talent of mine cooperates.
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I'd be delighted. When and where?
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I know of a quaint little cafe [insert location here??] that shouldn't be too busy right about now. I'd prefer not to draw too much attention.
Meet you there in an hour?
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An hour it is. I'll come already prepared to be dazzled and amazed.
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[And so he will be, whenever she arrives. He's already got his coffee, and it sits in front of him, at a little table outside. The wide, white umbrella attached to it at least affords him some shade from the sun.]
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She's always favored that sensation — knowing precisely where she's going. It's a natural feeling, and a satisfying one.
In this case, she's going for the chair across from him beneath that white umbrella, and she slides right into it without being invited, a smile already on her face.]
There you are. I didn't keep you waiting too long, I hope?
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Not at all. The sun might be high in the sky, but I've a shield to protect me. [A wave up at the umbrella hanging above their heads.]
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[She flicks a brief glance toward the umbrella when he motions to it, and then an even more fleeting one toward the sky overhead, but then seems to brush off whatever it is she's contemplating and turns her attention back fully to Ardyn.]
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[Let them never speak of the beach episode, and the pain he incurred after it. What a terrible time that was.]
The sun has always been my mortal enemy.
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[But it gets her to grin, and she rests her elbows lightly on the edge of the table as she leans forward in undisguised interest.]
Is that what you invited me out here to show me?
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[But he laughs a little at that, gesturing with a hand.]
No. I invited you out here to show you a bit of magic. Promise not to make too much of a fuss when you see it?
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[Don't fault her for her natural skepticism, she hasn't yet begun to remember time travel or all the implausibly large landmarks she's stolen yet.]
But go ahead. I wouldn't say I'm the type to make a fuss.
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Care to examine and verify that there's nothing odd about this pen first? Just to remove any notions of doubt ahead of time.
[He sounds like a magician setting up a trick, but best to cover all bases.]
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[But it's clear she's lightly teasing as she takes the pen and turns it over and over in her fingers, stopping short of actually taking the thing apart (fortunately), but at least verifying that it does seem to be precisely what he says it is.]
...All right. It seems ordinary enough.
[She offers it back to him.]
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Or at least, it seems like he will. His fingertips grasp at the pen, and then, with a moment of what appears to be focus flitting across his features, the item disappears into nothingness. Only fractured red light, dissipating into thin air, and it's gone.
He looks at her, and shrugs.]
Ta-da.
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So she's quiet, to say the least, when that move completes, and while she's still skeptical, she's also clearly transfixed.]
You made it disappear — by all appearances. And I presume if I asked you to roll up your sleeves, we wouldn't find it there, either?
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He shakes his head, showing her the font of his hands and his palms, then rolls up his sleeves as if to prove his point.]
Not at all. This is no slight of hand, as I cannot pretend to be even remotely good at such a thing. You may thank Retrospec for it; a bit of magic, in every sense of the word.