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[counterattack]

( fuckdflfkjg hanging onto poor Beefsteak's neck while he moos unhappily. )

Ack—be careful with him!! And why do you sound like you're just figuring that out?!

( this is technically not him disagreeing with him all things considered )

[meltokio]

Nothing, nothing. You're in safe hands.

[ ... okay, securing both sets of legs here so he doesn't get kicked in the head, basically putting the cow around his shoulders.

and then there's a SHINALINGALINGALING sound as the wings come back out. ]

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( from his vantage point UP ON THE HYDRA'S BACK, he gets a really good look at those wings as they pop out. it's just fortunate he has to soothe poor, braying beefsteak so he can't immediately verbally keysmash about this. )

Shhh, Beefy, it's okay. This is normal, this is totally normal. We're just going for a little ride, that's all... h-hey, did you notice those things don't look right? Like the air's gonna go right through 'em...

[meltokio]

Relax. They're made of mana. Hang on tight.

[ which is not an explanation BUT IS THE ONLY ONE HE KNOWS. he gives a few experimental flaps and - WOO THEY'RE AIRBORNE, OKAY. OKAY THIS IS WORKING.

alright, alright. above the incense they go. ]

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( just. pressing his face into the cow's neck and not watching them achieve LIFDOFF because while heights aren't necessarily an issue for him, watching a guy he doesn't entirely trust just hoist him on top of a steer and FLY OFF with him is not something he's prepared to face with his eyes wide open. just as soon as they get above the mist and he can take a clear breath, though, he gasps for fresh air and finally looks... and... yeah... wow. )

Haha, wow, sure can't see the ground at all from here! That's awesome!

( said on the verge of turmoil )

[meltokio]

[ oh my god law chill.

you know how to calm someone? pick on them. ]

You afraid of heights or somethin'? I thought you were Mr. Tough Guy.

[counterattack]

No, I just happen to know you're a total butterfingers and your wings are made of like, nothing but sparkles!

( in fact... he's just gonna... reach out and try to touch one. )

[meltokio]

They're made of literal magic, brat.

[ and yeah your hand goes right on through that. it feels tingly. ]

And it's not like you were doing so hot that day either.

[counterattack]

( tingly... oddly warm. it reminds him of something, but he can't quite put his finger on it just yet. just... waving his hand in and out of his wings no big deal. )

Kinda hard to be when everything just sounds like your dying friends and family, but at least I didn't literally throw the fight.

[meltokio]

[ and you know what else it feels weird FOR HIM. like someone's touching his soul. zelos shivers. ]

Yeah, 'cause I blasted them to hell and back. You were too busy flailing around like a toddler with a stick to help out.

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You blasted us to hell and back, you moron! Did you even try to aim, or was that on purpose?!

( sure just bicker with the guy you don't want to have drop you and your cow from a bazillion feet up. beefsteak moos pathetically while Law tries to pluck one of the "feathers" but can't get anything but the energy feeling. it's right on the tip of his tongue... what is this... weird sparkly shit. )

[meltokio]

Judgement's got a wide range!

[ AND NO FRIENDLY FIRE SHUT UP LAW and what are you DOING ]

Can you quit it?

[counterattack]

Quit what? And a warning would've been nice.

( moo... mooooooo... )

[meltokio]

Grabbing at my goods? At least ask a guy permission first.

[ shut uppppp cow

you too beefsteak ]

It's not like we could hear anything over the screaming.

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( wow. punching him in the shoulder. THE GUY WHO IS FLYING THE HUMAN PLANE )

Don't say it like that, freak! It just feels like—something really familiar. I can't think of what. And you could've, like, gestured or something.

[meltokio]

Did the chanting not give away that I was about to cast a spell? 'Cause the chanting and hand thing usually say: I'm gonna cast a spell.

[ LAW DONT MAKE ME TAP THE SIGN ]

Anyway like I told you, they're made of mana?

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That's not the sort of chanting I'm used to, alright? My friends do it different. And I don't know what mana is. Is it like astr—oh! That's it!!

( just yells real loud, beefsteak hates it. but he is finally stopping to pet the poor cow and shush him again. )

It feels just like astral energy. Not the kind we use in artes, exactly, but the big rush of it we felt coming from the planet's core.

[meltokio]

Astral energy?

[ 'planet's core' .]

... Like the lifeblood of your planet and all living things, right?

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Yeah! Exactly. The Renans were forcing all the astral energy from our planet up through this thing they sent down from the sky, and when we went to shut it down, it felt just like your wings do. Kinda. It, like... reached out to us, or... I dunno, it's hard to describe. But it was all warm and stuff, just like this.

( plucks his magical feather thing again )

[meltokio]

We call that mana where I'm from.

[ .... interesting, though.

less interesting is law GRABBING HIS WINGS STILL but okay he's learnign to expect law to have no manners.

but they're starting to get close to town. which means he's going to start to descend. ]

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Oh... makes sense. Wings made out of astral energy, huh... is it like a spell? Oh—don't let anybody see Beefsteak when we get there. He, uh...

( was stolen in broad daylight directly out from under the farmhand's nose )

...is on loan. Except the loan is a secret.

[meltokio]

[ .............................................................................. ]

You stole him?

[counterattack]

I borrowed him! It was for a good cause!

[meltokio]

So I'm helping you steal a cow.

[counterattack]

You're helping me return a borrowed cow before anyone notices he's missing! And then you're not gonna say a word to Jaguar about it, or anyone else for that matter, 'cause you know what's good for you.