[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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[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.