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heyboss

He takes the rock and rubs his fingers over it with a smile. "You're not going out?" he wonders, pulling his arm back and skipping the rock three times against the water.

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falkeditupagain

"I could ask you the same thing," He says after a gentle golf clap for Sheehan's three skips.

"I think we're both in the 'would prefer to talk to people about them rather than ourselves' category." He looks down at the next rock in his hand, turning it between his pointer finger and thumb before he throws it, getting a few good skips out of it before it sinks.

"But I could be convinced, for the Gazebo. Can't really help take care of a trumpet when it's a melted pile of brass."

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heyboss

Sheehan gives him a playful look, kneeling down to pick up another rock so he can smooth his fingers over it. "Guess you can't," he smiles. "But I think you just convinced yourself. I'll go with you. You can trust me not to ask questions, if you want."

He looks over his shoulder. "But if we're going, we might as well go now."

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falkeditupagain

He might also feel like Sheehan had earned a little more truth from him after his help with his Conrad issue. He just hopes he doesn't regret it.

"Well, when the options can be like, something serious or I dunno, that I love mashed potatoes, maybe I won't mind the questions." He shrugs, pulling the rest of the rocks save one, throwing them into the water with the kind of satisfaction that throwing rocks into water gave.

"Ready when you are."

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heyboss

He pockets one of his own and walks along the beach, finding a rowboat that doesn't look too intimidating.

"You haven't any magic to save my arms?" he teases lightly as he kneels down to hold the little boat steady for him.

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falkeditupagain

Hanna hops in, managing to keep his balance as he sits down.

"Well, not to save them, but if you get tired, I've got a spell for that." He actually kept on on hand now after the whole Edwin accidentally causing his death fiasco, just in case his ghost protection fails and he's needing to give himself a jumpstart.

"Basically just like a shot of adrenaline, gives you some extra pep. The closest thing to white magic that I've got, really."

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He pushes the boat out and jumps, rather ungracefully, into it so he can take up the oars. "Well, it isn't one of the spells John's given me," he laments. "So I suppose we'll do this the old fashioned way."

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falkeditupagain

"What would that be, like...phantom locomotion?" When he says it like that it sounds much more cool than what it would actually do.

"I didn't realize that you got magic from John. He kind of acting as your focus then? What sort of shit does he give you?" Because of course he would ask, steading the boat as he jumps in to keep it from rocking too much.

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heyboss

"Things I can use to defend myself," he explains. "Or to stay away from danger. I can - move objects, teleport myself a small ways away, ward against weapons or blows." He wraps his hands around the oars and gets them going. "And clean my suits," he laughs.

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falkeditupagain

Hanna seems to be very interested in that last spell, "Oh yeah! Wu Xin was telling me about that one. He said my magic was pretty useless since I couldn't instantly launder his robes. And I thought I hated doing laundry..." That kid was such a kid sometimes.

"That a teachable skill?"

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heyboss

"Maybe? I don't know. John just sort of - gives me the information and I suddenly know it," he explains. "As if I've always known how. I - stopped a person once, frozen in their tracks, and I did it like instinct."

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falkeditupagain

Huh. "That's convenient. I can do that too but drawing runes out takes a lot more time than like, touch spells or evocation. I started burning runes into my staff, but I only really got the offense done. Erskine helped me with it when we were on the Narrenschiff."

He's already used it though, when Collins attacked him, earning the new pair of glasses and everything. Just in time to get his shit back, thankfully.

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heyboss

Sheehan tilts his head. "Your staff?" he wonders. "What does that do?"

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falkeditupagain

"Oh...I suppose I kind of had Atticus tucked away in my room most of the time you've seen me. Hunter gave it to me the second day I got on board. He had some thoughts about my magic since it's a little similar to the glyphs he used, but it wasn't really hitting the mark. Atticus has as much magic as I do, so I can use it to cast instead of my own personal cache. Kind of convenient, really." Though talking about past temps, that reminds him.

"I told TK she could talk to you, by the way. About what we talked about on the Narrenschiff. I dunno if she will or not, but just wanting you to have a heads up, she's got permission to ask."

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heyboss

He nods, but then hesitates. "TK?" He's not been filled in on all of Hanna's nicknames for people, or even if that is a nickname at all.

Is there someone on the ship he doesn't know? He wouldn't be surprised.

Sheehan looks over his shoulder into the darkness, still steadily heading out.

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falkeditupagain

"Oh...uh, Taylor? Bug lady?" He had kind of just been calling her all sorts of things, TK, T, Taylor, there were going to be so many more by the time he was crossing the finish line, he's sure.

"I got my permanent warden right after we got back. Got my shit all unlocked too, which is nice. You never know you miss a spell until you can't use it for months."

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heyboss

"I wouldn't know," he says dryly, but smiles at the mention of Taylor. "She's been here a while. Been through all sorts of shit."

He rows them out a little ways, then pauses when they get close enough. He doesn't want to go out too far, after all. "How do you like her?"

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falkeditupagain

"Just know it's like reaching for that thing that's always on a specific spot on your desk and it's just not there. Frustrating." And even if he didn't use them every day, not having some available was still irritating, because sometimes he did need them.

He hooks his ankles, swinging his legs as he considers the question before shrugging, "We were friends before, so that hasn't really changed, but...I feel like I'm going to frustrate her, and I actually do want to graduate, you know?" Because he can't imagine that even with all her shit, he hasn't really met anyone as patient as Sheehan, and his waffling and having to be coaxed forward to revelations has to be irritating, even if he didn't let it show on his face.

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heyboss

He gives a warm, inviting smile. "I can't see Taylor getting frustrated by you," he assures him. "She's been resilient so far, and god knows she's been through hell. So don't worry about that, alright? Just keep doing what you're doing."

Being open with people, being honest. "I'll keep you on track from my end, don't worry."

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falkeditupagain

"Hmm. Well, I'm glad you're confident on that front." He's not so much, but he has no reason to try and frustrate her on purpose.

The open and honest part really isn't his forte though, despite his will to get shit done. "You gonna wrap my knuckles with a ruler when I dig my heels in?"

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heyboss

He gives him a Look. "Is that the strategy I've used with you before?" he challenges, setting down the oars and searching out the cups so he can hand them to Hanna.

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falkeditupagain

"It was a joke," He grumbles, at least having the decency to look a little guilty about it, grabbing two himself despite a very unsettled feeling rising in Hanna's stomach.

He isn't so sure he's ready to spin that roulette wheel, but here he is, not like he can bail now.

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heyboss

Sheehan just smiles at him. "Are you alright? I told you that I wouldn't ask," he assures him. "I still hold to that."

He leans down and trails his fingers in the water, waiting for the light.

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falkeditupagain

Hanna isn't entirely sure that he believes him given what he knows he could see. There are a few things he'd been decent about keeping to himself. The only two people that even know what his body looks like were his choice to give up, once to save Vincent from having to kill him in some messy way, the other when he helped Taylor with her inability to control her powers. He still wonders about that, the way she'd felt what it was like to be him. It doesn't tell her how he got that way, but it was far more information than anyone had ever had.

"I'm fine." He lies, kicking his feet back and forth just for something to do, looking behind him towards the east, waiting for the light himself, "You...You can ask, just can't promise I'll want to answer," He manages when he isn't looking at Sheehan. Because sometimes truth is easier to handle when you can fill in the why's and how's yourself rather than leaving someone else's mind to wander.

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heyboss

He doesn't like these mind games that the Admiral plays with them. Yes, you can help fix the ship, but only if you're forced to reveal something about yourself that you might not want to. He's not sure he wants to intrude on anyone in that way.

Still, he's here and Hanna has enough trust in him for that, so he doesn't force it.

"If you say so," he says because the light is starting to form under the water and Sheehan can't help but turn to look.