You're familiar with the concept of magical staves, right? [Not that he waits for Lin Jinghen to answer, before barreling on. The info dump mode... it has been unlocked.] Palismen are a witch's companion and part of their staves, traditionally carved from the branch of an ancient tree using special techniques that have been developed and refined over the course of centuries. I've read getting your own staff was once even considered a rite of passage for young witches! [He's exited to talk about the subject.
And then, all of a sudden, less excited.]
Though, uh, the... practice is rarer nowadays. Palistrom wood's been overharvested, so there's not a lot to go around for carving new palismen.
[ well he doesn't have to be familiar anymore because someone has now made him familiar. he nods, because it's reminiscent of a conversation he had earlier, so his arms fold. ]
It's familiar to me. In a different way. Zhanlu is... a bit similar in this way.
[ he glances down at his arm and then opens his palm. ]
Zhanlu needs to charge usually, if he's too low power he becomes this and attached to my arm for safe keeping.
But usually, once he's awake, he's capable of doing many things. He integrates with technology... cars... machines... mechs. Talks too much. Sings. Tells terrible jokes.
It might be for the best. I wouldn't want him to learn bad behavior. [ we are in hell.
a very very soft little noise comes from the arm, and it sounds like? a very gentle lullaby? lin jingheng looks at the arm for a moment, his expression unchanging except for maybe... a bit of eye softening. ]
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Flapjack. [ like the earth food... cute... ]
What is a palisman?
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And then, all of a sudden, less excited.]
Though, uh, the... practice is rarer nowadays. Palistrom wood's been overharvested, so there's not a lot to go around for carving new palismen.
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It's familiar to me. In a different way. Zhanlu is... a bit similar in this way.
He seems ready to do his job.
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[He peers curiously at Lin Jinghen.]
How does Zhanlu work?
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[ he glances down at his arm and then opens his palm. ]
Zhanlu needs to charge usually, if he's too low power he becomes this and attached to my arm for safe keeping.
But usually, once he's awake, he's capable of doing many things. He integrates with technology... cars... machines... mechs. Talks too much. Sings. Tells terrible jokes.
[ a beat ] He makes a good cup of tea.
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No way to charge him here, so he's stuck.
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It might be for the best. I wouldn't want him to learn bad behavior. [ we are in hell.
a very very soft little noise comes from the arm, and it sounds like? a very gentle lullaby? lin jingheng looks at the arm for a moment, his expression unchanging except for maybe... a bit of eye softening. ]
His way of saying hello, maybe.
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[Flapjack imitates the little tune as well, quietly chirping.]