Llewellyn could be a bit blunt, and he was certainly used to people who’d dealt with some unreal sounding situations in their lives in the last world he’d been in too. He could not, however, say that he’d ever met someone who had ‘lost their soul.’ That was a new one, and that much was apparent enough by the concerned expression on his face. “You lost your uh— soul?” Yup. Horrifying. That’s the right word for it. Clearly mutants lives were anything but dull, which he again supposed made the whole ‘not that impressive’ aspect to the things that were a concern to him… not a concern in the least.
On the subject of the lich, he pulled a pen out of his pocket and jotted the name she suggested down on the side of it, along with the word Lich underlined with a question mark. At the very least, he wouldn’t lose the bag. He really did need to stop and get a notebook at some point on his way home today… “I’ll keep an eye out for this Jagger person to ask further, then. If he remembered whenever he ran into the man. With how scattered his memory could be, it was hard to say unless he tore off the piece of the bag to file away for later. When she mentioned that she would ‘know’ he glanced at her again, “Mm… Don’t suppose you’d be willing to let me know should you find it wakes up.” A warning would be good, to spread and also to make sure the people he wanted to stay safe would.
He’ll hook you up with more cinnamon pretzels, Illyana.
Finish off the pretzel he had taken himself rather quickly (vague amounts of anxiety brought on by a lot of strange information did that), he supposed that sounded about right. “Sounds a lot like some of Murdoch’s inventions he kept trying to dissuade me from messing about with.” He mumbled, brushing some crumbs off his hands. He had often wondered over how similar magic and science seemed sometimes, and yet were so very different depending on who was talking about it. Probably for the best that he didn’t have any himself, he’d probably make quite the mess.
Which was oddly for the same reason he couldn’t cook. He could never focus on it long enough to not burn something. “Not sure about that… I’ve tried, and evidence suggests that it will continue to be a talent that escapes me.” His expression shifted to something close to embarrassment. When Llewellyn excelled at something, it was at rather impressive levels (for an ordinary human), when he was bad at something… It was frightfully so. It wasn’t as though he didn’t try, of course. He would always ask questions and try to retain it, but he was still clumsy at best.
That was why he’d worked so well with Murdoch sometimes, they had strengths in opposing areas. It balanced the team more than a little.
“Sweet things are good, I won’t say that they aren’t… But I’m also rather fond of other flavours too. You can dip the plain ones if you feel like it. Oh— and in the last world I was in had some that were stuffed with cheese and herbs, they were very good.” He responded with a smile, absently wondering if he might find a place that sold those sorts as well...
Focus, Llewellyn. “Oh— I admit, we did wonder if it was lying on occasion. I don’t think that it was, but it hadn’t been ruled out either.” Ruling something out without hard evidence was a risky business. “I admit… I’d never considered that we might have been sacrifices. It did give some the option of sacrificing everyone else to go home though, now that I think a bout it…” Nope… Doesn’t like thinking about that, especially given he didn’t know now who had gone home and who hadn’t considering he was here. That thought is making him go in for another pretzel, unsurprisingly.
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On the subject of the lich, he pulled a pen out of his pocket and jotted the name she suggested down on the side of it, along with the word Lich underlined with a question mark. At the very least, he wouldn’t lose the bag. He really did need to stop and get a notebook at some point on his way home today… “I’ll keep an eye out for this Jagger person to ask further, then. If he remembered whenever he ran into the man. With how scattered his memory could be, it was hard to say unless he tore off the piece of the bag to file away for later. When she mentioned that she would ‘know’ he glanced at her again, “Mm… Don’t suppose you’d be willing to let me know should you find it wakes up.” A warning would be good, to spread and also to make sure the people he wanted to stay safe would.
He’ll hook you up with more cinnamon pretzels, Illyana.
Finish off the pretzel he had taken himself rather quickly (vague amounts of anxiety brought on by a lot of strange information did that), he supposed that sounded about right. “Sounds a lot like some of Murdoch’s inventions he kept trying to dissuade me from messing about with.” He mumbled, brushing some crumbs off his hands. He had often wondered over how similar magic and science seemed sometimes, and yet were so very different depending on who was talking about it. Probably for the best that he didn’t have any himself, he’d probably make quite the mess.
Which was oddly for the same reason he couldn’t cook. He could never focus on it long enough to not burn something. “Not sure about that… I’ve tried, and evidence suggests that it will continue to be a talent that escapes me.” His expression shifted to something close to embarrassment. When Llewellyn excelled at something, it was at rather impressive levels (for an ordinary human), when he was bad at something… It was frightfully so. It wasn’t as though he didn’t try, of course. He would always ask questions and try to retain it, but he was still clumsy at best.
That was why he’d worked so well with Murdoch sometimes, they had strengths in opposing areas. It balanced the team more than a little.
“Sweet things are good, I won’t say that they aren’t… But I’m also rather fond of other flavours too. You can dip the plain ones if you feel like it. Oh— and in the last world I was in had some that were stuffed with cheese and herbs, they were very good.” He responded with a smile, absently wondering if he might find a place that sold those sorts as well...
Focus, Llewellyn. “Oh— I admit, we did wonder if it was lying on occasion. I don’t think that it was, but it hadn’t been ruled out either.” Ruling something out without hard evidence was a risky business. “I admit… I’d never considered that we might have been sacrifices. It did give some the option of sacrificing everyone else to go home though, now that I think a bout it…” Nope… Doesn’t like thinking about that, especially given he didn’t know now who had gone home and who hadn’t considering he was here. That thought is making him go in for another pretzel, unsurprisingly.