[He looks much nicer and even more charming than usual. The hat is gone. He is clearly on the balcony of his apartment again.]
My lady, I have not been able to cease thinking about you for days. I wish to know why you are tormenting me so. Your lips speak soft sweetness; your touch a cool caress. I am lost in your magic; my heart beats within your
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What's in a name? That which we call a horseman would by any other name smell as stale~
Or some crap? Good luck wooing the go... [ no no no no no she's not what the fuck she's not but for the purposes of teasing the floormate ] goddess of love like that.
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[Shit. Here it comes again.]
I could feel the heat mounting
like my body was engaging itself
in a charred war,
leaving no word without a weapon.
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Oh, I'm so scared. I prithee cease, your words so wound me.
[ But getting back to business. ]
Can't get shot by something that shou -- doesn't exist.
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Are you even breathing?
Do you even see?
[With some force of will, he manages to stop himself from finishing it.]
I saw them with my own eyes after I spent ages being magically coerced to spout love poetry at a stranger. This is ridiculous.
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[ Not that he's, you know, having an easier time reconciling himself with the fact he's been stuck in his own head in Prom for a month. Ed holds up a dish. ]
You want to help, maybe?
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I showed your brother a bit of magic. Perhaps I ought to do the same for you.
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When'd you talk to my brother?
[ -- but soon gets back to sponging. ]
I've been thinking about your... magic, actually, and while I was fighting this guy the other day something [ besides dirt and fire ] hit me. Your magic has rules, right? Physical properties? Because for a while I thought I was doing alchemy here -- which follows its own principles, duh -- but if we can imagine whatever we want, materially, why can't we just be imagining we're doing that magic, that alchemy, along with all of its limitations? If we just let go of the idea we were transmuting or... conjuring things and thought we were imagining them instead, wouldn't that theoretically get rid of those limitations?
[ Deep, deep inside, that's partly Ed trying to rationalize the "magic" he's seen in Prom, Jarlaxle. Gotta have the little things make logical sense. ]
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[Jarlaxle shrugs it off to focus on the more important things. Good point.]
I'm personally rather reluctant to try it on the off chance it gets out of hand. However, I could speak to my brother about it. It might be that he would be a more capable person to test your hypothesis.
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[ -- and Ed scrubs the plate so hard it cracks. Take that as a hint, Jarlaxle! ]
Sure. Let me know how his experiment goes. Any chance I'll get to meet your brother? I've heard so much about him, after all.
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