Polyglotten For Pun-ishment

Maleos:
Oh. Shit.
Does Saul have the materials he would need to de-worm Finbar?

Saul:
The experimental version
I think you guys still have some argia that you could use if you needed to mix up the proven version

Maleos:
Good good.
"That reminds me, how'd the thing in the cage take the toxin?

Saul:
Asking Saul?

Maleos:
Yup.

Saul:
"I'm not sure. I tried to coat the bars with it as they cooled. We'll have to watch and see how it reacts as it tries to once again force them apart."

Maleos:
*nods* "What we were doing was… insane. There's no way we should have survived a ritual that arbitrary. I'm going to put what I remember straight into a cold crystal, and later on we can figure out how it worked."

Saul:
"Your skill sharing spell certainly seemed to come in handy, considering how well you were able to work with Darias."

Maleos:
*nods* "I'm very close to finally perfecting that sucker. Sharing one skill between two people is just the beginning. If I'd had time to cast it twice…"

Saul:
"Yes, because we often find ourselves so overburdened with time…"

Maleos:
"Heh. Yeah…" *pause* "So… when we finally wrap this mission up… do you think you could stick around for a while?"

Saul:
"I think we both know the answer to that."

Maleos:
*raises an eyebrow* "If we can teach a boat to fly, and we can teach a wall to heal, I think we can figure out a way to add charges to you."
"That is, if you want to stick around for a while."

Saul:
"I'm fairly certain that's not directly up to me. Or, more accurately, it's up to me *looking briefly upwards*."

Saul:
(Also, did you get the text you needed from the audio-video recordamajig?)

Maleos:
*shrugs* "All right then. Let's explore that. What motivations might he have to retire you from service? Other than 'my work here is done.' That's not a reason to leave. It's the absence of a reason to stay. Presumably, it costs something to maintain you. Let's say we will try to find a way to pay that cost ourselves. Or reimburse Big You for it, if it's forever beyond us. He might want your knowledge and experiences rejoined with the whole. We could transfer those thoughts and experiences to another, less special Construct via Cold Crystals. He might want you taken out of circulation because you possess dangerous knowledge the world is not meant to know. If that's the case, it should be just as easy to simply remove the offending knowledge. In fact, we've seen that done before. Is there an angle I'm not considering?"

Saul:
"I'm assuming that reintegrating the knowledge I've gained would be the primary motivation for my retirement." wry smile

Maleos:
*smirks* "You've learned that much just from hangin' out with us mere mortals?"

Saul:
"It's possible. After all, I don't actually know what I know relative to what I know."

Maleos:
"All the more reason to copy it off with the biggest Cold Crystal money can buy so you can keep learning new things here. I mean, shit. That one guy was trying to make a version of our airship that's magicless. If He reintegrates you now, He'll miss out on that!"

Saul:
"A coldcrystal can capture facts, but it's hardly sufficient to capture wisdom."

Maleos:
*eyes narrow* "Touche'. Also, you sound like my Mentor. Now we definitely need to keep you."

Saul:
"In that case, I'd begin preparing your arguments now."

Maleos:
"What do you think we're doing? You're my practice you. Uh… come to think of it, I'm not even sure what kind of a timescale Big You operates on. We'll all be dead in a hundred years, either way, so it might be a moot point. That would be nice. But we can't count on it. So. Appeal to Logic or Appeal to Emotion? I'm kidding. Greater Good trumps all. That's part of why we need you so badly. Even at our best, humanity needs the example."

Saul:
"You do have other examples handy, as you well know."

Maleos:
"Yeah, but you're realer than the gods we grew up hearing about. That's another reason to stick around. Set the record straight. I mean, sure, we may be bugs, but wouldn't it be nice if the bugs at least got your name right for a few centuries?"

Saul:
"Which name?"

Maleos:
"Oh, you know… the one that one lady called you that one time, uh…" *snaps a few times as if trying to remember* "Honey bunches!"
(I wish I could remember a pet name Breylin actually called him)

Saul:
"Ah, yes. Immortalize that in prayer this instant."
(So do I. )

Maleos:
"Dharven are way ahead of us on that front."
"Though we could repurpose some of our tavern hymns."

Saul:
"Yes. Mental note that maybe Rido's been given a little too much humor for her own good…"

Maleos:
"What makes you think she hasn't been making her own?"

Saul:
(Also, do you need that youtube video, or can I delete it? I've downloaded it and put it into Drive)

Maleos:
Can you leave it up for a day? I wanted to show a friend the ending.

Saul:
"You've not met her…. mother. Nor have I, really, but I do have some vague memories of her."

Maleos:
"I've heard about those. They're not to be trusted."

Saul:
"I feel as though you have some history with Rido of which I'm unaware."

Maleos:
"Just reading between the lines of a few jokes some Constructs made at Dare's expense one time. It's possible I'm way off-base."

Saul:
"And there is the proof my knowledge is limited. I must have missed quite a bit in Hallvar."

Maleos:
"We all missed quite a bit in Halvar. After all, Rido was there. But, no, it was the callbacks later at not-Heironious's place that started to clue me in."

Saul:
"Another time when I was… let us say 'distracted'"

Maleos:
"I can only imagine what that may have been like. Having your memory missing, only to suddenly regain it in fits and starts. It's like. I could wake up tomorrow and suddenly realize that for five years I served as a soldier and completely forgot about it. Then, ten minutes after that, I could suddenly realize that the whole five years were just a spell effect that suddenly wore off. You know… the more I think about how malleable the mind is, the more unsettled I become."

Saul:
"Good. Maybe you'll remember to guard your mind carefully."

Maleos:
*frowns* "I'm falling behind the curve in that arms' race, aren't I? All right. But you've just given me the answer to how to transfer Wisdom. We'll just make a really big magic hat with like, a whole lot of owl feathers in it. Like, at least eight complete owls worth of feathers. That should do the trick, right?"

Saul:
raises eyebrows "Why stop with the feathers? Why not just nail many owls to a big board attached to the hat?"

Maleos:
"Wait, I've got it!" *digs out map, points to Boomerang Island* "We create a race of magically augmented owls that will quickly become the dominant species in the forests of this island. He can just pluck the island out of the water and wear it as a Tiara."

Saul:
nods sagely "Time to find a base owl."

Maleos:
/roll 1d20+6, compass check to find the ideal Base Owl for this absurd plan.
"That's my number one reason for having hope, by the way. You have a sense of humor. I don't think Big You is going to be a jerk about this. Unless you're really needed elsewhere, I think he'd let you stay."

Saul:
"Possible. I simply hesitate to assume, knowing what I know about how much I do not know."

Maleos:
*nods* "Don't you worry about it. I'll just go on assuming enough for the both of us."

Saul:
"I… _assumed_… you would."

Maleos:
"Well, you know what they say happens when you assume, right?"

Saul:
"You turn into a different form? No, wait, that's polymorphing…."

Maleos:
"You make an ass out of U and ME. Say, did that one come across? It relies not only on synonyms, but also spelling."

Saul:
"I don't think I perceive language in the same way you do."

Maleos:
"We know that already. I was trying to find the line between puns and spelling-related humor. Very interesting."

Saul:
"It's quite difficult to explain, but I think I have some grasp… in short, I believe that I perceive all of the languages simultaneously where you perceive one."

Maleos:
*brow pinches together, stares into distance* "Do you mean that, as I say this, you hear me saying it in all languages simultaneously? Or that if another person were to repeat this sentence in their own language, both would sound the same to you?"

Saul:
"Yes. To both."

Maleos:
*bites lip* "The first one I said… shouldn't make any sense. Like… globnard. Please repeat what you just heard me say."

Saul:
"Globnard. That's not a word. Just noise. Much like the noise made by, say, this" slaps morningstar against shield*

Maleos:
"Okay. But if we were to come to a gentleman's agreement that, from now on, a globnard is a turkey sandwich… what then?"

Saul:
"As you might expect, the… 'word' becomes a.. word, or sorts. Discernable as a weak slang term."

Maleos:
"Would you hear all the slang terms for turkey sandwiches simultaneously as well? …I suppose not too many cultures would need a slang term for a turkey sandwich, come to think of it. Perhaps I should have made it something sexual. Anyway, the point is, I won't claim I remember all of my childhood, but I remember hearing and even repeating big words long before I understood them. And I remember struggling to teach Dare a lot of those same big words. Slang pretty much flowed the other direction… But. Your word choice is precise enough to be funny. Remember when we were making up names of spells for use on the road? How did you manage to say things like 'Cure Moderate Bunion" in quite the pithy way that I heard it? Even a slightly different word choice within the boundaries of my language would have ruined the whole thing."

Saul:
"Yes, essentially. This is a very… rough and broadly inaccurate description of the way I perceive your languages. I can select which language I am… prioritizing, let me say. I recognize what you are speaking, in an instinctive kind of way. I didn't perceive that at the time, due to the remnant magicks affecting my mind, but things have become much clearer as the various treatments I've applied have become more and more effective."

Maleos:
"I see. Very interesting. But… how, then is it so difficult for… an Aelphin and a human, for example, to understand each other? It can't be that we're all speaking all the languages, and my hearing is tuning all of them out but the one I understand, because then I would hear my language."

Saul:
"Hardly. I was designed to be a communicator. Innate to me is a… let us call it a supernatural facility with means of communication."

Maleos:
"I see. Yes. I suspected that, early on. I think I compared you to one of those giant chickens that turn people to stone… uh, sorry. But that begs the question of what your purpose is. Did you have some specific message for all people that the Usurper took from you? Or were you truly created just to be our translator? Neither one quite makes sense to me. I feel like you're too general of a tool for the former and complete overkill for the latter."

Saul:
"Neither, as far as I know. Though I don't know - and never knew - the entirety of the situation, my role was as a… herald, a representative, the voice sent out to coordinate other constructs in other locations. I spent my time travelling and needed to be able to communicate with any group I encountered."

Maleos:
"Do you remember now what your 'plan' was? Or did the other constructs tell you?

Saul:
"The 'plan' wasn't mine; I wasn't in charge. That isn't to say I didn't have a voice in decisions; we all did. Reka and Nalia were leading the last portion of the plan that I remember."

Maleos:
Oh I might be remembering wrong. I was remembering "your plan is working," but she probably said "the plan is working."

Saul:
"Oh, yes, I had smaller plans, but the larger mission, as it were, that was led by others. We all had our parts to play."

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