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[quotation marks included because 'cute' goes out the window if emet-selch is involved, let's be honest.

anyway. it's very close to the bumping-into-someone-else moment, except at the very last moment-- there's what seems to be a shadowy purple blur from the other side of that pile of books, resolving off to the side, where emet-selch appears to have abruptly relocated. with his own small collection of books still tucked under one arm, he brushes off the sleeve of his coat before glancing at the state of allumin's pile; whether it's a few off the top at the near-miss or the whole damn pile, though, his reaction is the same.]

It is generally advisable not to block one's own view. You ought to count yourself lucky you haven't run into the wall.

[a bit of amusement, there. he's not continuing on his way, but he also is not making a move to help, just leaning against the shelves here.]

[If it had just been a case of Emet-Selch stepping out of the way, it might have only been a couple off the top that go teetering off of his pile and to the ground. However, the man relocating in a blur causes him to jump and his books fly everywhere to the ground. A hand goes to his chest to stop his heart from bursting out of it, and then, he laughs.]

Oh, oh that startled me - I didn't know anyone else could do that too! [Somehow he manages to talk through his laughter, half nervous at himself as he tries to calm down and half with joy at not being the only person who can... teleport? Well, it was sort of, wasn't it? Maybe it had been before but was different now in a similar way to his own magic.]

Yes, that's true. Sorry, I, ah, didn't hear anyone else coming so I thought I was clear.

[He kneels down and starts picking up his books and stacking them up again, fixing the pages of any that landed face down before adding them to two, smaller, more reasonably heighted piles carefully balanced across the full length of his forearm and hand.]

Evidently, you were not.

[please be more careful, sir. he just lets allumin deal with the books, though while he watches; this isn't his problem, or at least not his fault.

he adds, though, with a raised brow:]

But did you truly not think someone who had any familiarity with portal and transportation magicks might be capable of something similar?

[portals... not so much, now, but still.]

Well considering that most people here act like it's some impossible feat, perhaps it slipped my mind that you might have a similar kind of magic.

[That's the excuse. Really he just didn't appreciate feeling somewhat looked down upon during their last conversation and proceeded to promptly forget it happened so that he wouldn't feel quite as bad about himself. Immature, perhaps, but he is still (very) young by comparison.]

[being looked down upon is, unfortunately, The Emet-Selch Experience™. it is simply a part of the Vibe.]

Regretfully, it does seem more or less impossible here, or else I would certainly make more use of it.

[He is one of few people he's met who happens to be taller than him here, so it would figure. Oh, but also metaphorically, yes.]

I haven't gotten too deep in studying up on it yet, but supposedly there is an ancient elven technology that is pretty close to portal magic, if that would be of interest to you. [Having just joined Project Felandaris he has at least seen brief mentions of them and what they are.]

It may well be, yes-- though the fact such a thing was necessary to produce a similar result does, I believe, lend more credence to the idea that it simply isn't a possibility by standard magical means.

[which is, well. the ways magic works here can be both interesting and trying, and this is definitely more of the latter.]

But it's not impossible - if the technology simply hasn't had the chance to grow and be advanced over time for one reason or another, that's not a fault of it or the means to do it. It's the fault of the people who didn't make it grow.

[If someone takes the time to research and restore the stuff, who knows?]

Not impossible with assistance, mayhap. But this is a form of magic which, by the means I am accustomed to, comes naturally, rather than requiring the help of so many devices.

[conduits, yes, in some cases. anchors. but it's always been natural to him, at least.]

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Maybe it requires so many devices because their fear restricts - or restricted - them. Maybe it's always been that way. Not because they can't but because of a fear of control over their own power?

[It's just a theory but it's all kind of a theory right now, isn't it?]

Given that simply being here appears to have reduced the scope of such magicks, I am inclined to think not-- besides, were it merely something like fear, one could hardly expect every single person wielding it to feel its effects. There are ever those who are willing to push further.

You're quite the pessimist, aren't you?

Emotions and the collective mind can have a negative impact on magic, at least in my experience. Whose to say that it couldn't also be true here? Elves were immortal until humans "infected" them with mortality, for lack of a better way to put it. Why couldn't the fear of demons and the Fade hinder magical prowess and progress?

You consider it pessimism, to think that surely some intrepid mage or another might have succeeded at something if it were a possibility? [his arms fold, there, head cocked at a slight angle.] If humanity as a whole has proven anything to me before, it is that they are willing to a fault to simply fling themselves forward in pursuit of whatever they're after at the time.

But I will allow that I have not known perception to be a hindrance on magical capabilities, in my experience, only one's nature. Any lack of capacity for it tends to be inherent.

I think it's a bit pessimist to consider that just because it hasn't been achieved yet means that it's beyond the realm of possibility, yes. Under different circumstances I'd agree with you about humanity, but considering the overwhelming concern regarding demons and magic I'd say it's had a part in deterring people from being willing to advance.

[Having been standing there with an armful of too many books, Allumin shifts the stacks over from one arm to another as he speaks. He doesn't necessarily mind having a discussion about this, but wow is it ill-timed.]

Thank you for granting at least some credence to what I've said, though.

A possibility, but I would say it bears consideration that there is open-mindedness to all possibilities... and then there is working off what exists already or is most likely to be true, and the latter will often provide you better results.

[he's not unaware of allumin's book problem, but also, it's a problem of his own making and emet-selch is content to just let it be. allumin can deal with it if he decides to.]

There are always things magic simply cannot accomplish. Boundaries one cannot infringe upon. Test them, by all means, but once you've found where they lie, they are best left alone.

[there must always be rules governing how it functions.]

I suppose that's true. It's a bit difficult to get used to the concept since there's little that has been found under the realm of impossible, but I should accept that things are not the case here.

[A beat.]

I should get these to my desk. If you'll excuse me. I apologize again for almost running into you.

[ah, he was beginning to wonder how long it would take for him to say something-- if he even would, or if he'd end up dropping the books first. one corner of his mouth quirks faintly, at that, and he waves one hand idly.]

Yes, of course. [he may be excused. there's a hint of amusement there, both for that and the second apology.] I won't keep you from your work any longer.

Thank you. [He gives a little bend at the knees as a bow.]

I'm sure I will see you around again, may you be well until next time.

[And then he carefully walks around and past Emet-Selch, getting a few strides away before stopping (carefully so as to not lose any books from the halting momentum) and turning around to face him again.]

Are you in a division yet - by the way? If not, I'm certain you'd be a great fit with Research.

I should certainly hope that I would.

[that touch of amusement in his voice is going absolutely nowhere, as he turns to set his own small collection of books down.]

They are already stuck with me, you see-- and thus I expect you will, in fact, see me around often enough.

Oh! Well, that's excellent then.

I'll be carrying on then. [He does a rather awkward bend at the knees as a little bow since he is still just precariously holding too many books.]

Enjoy whatever you're working on. [and he turns back around and continues on his merry way.]

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