Dance, Magic Dance?
The fire mage couldn't help but let out a small sigh at seeing a bit of the stuff written on his 'Monhomessenger' or whatever that fancy piece of 'tecknoilogy' was: to be honest, he still couldn't say that right, nor did he especially want to, given the few things he had managed to see before logging off. It was becoming quite apparent that though he might want to spend more time theorizing his plan with Yarne, time was not on their side here.
Of course it was not, for he of all people knew that time was a cruel mistress...being that he'd been seperated from Yarne and the others for five years due to the time-travelling going wrong with him. The problem here was, he couldn't afford to rush it and have everything go wrong for everyone else here. Ugh. What he really would like - needed - was another opinion on the matter, but he could hardly bother Yarne about problems all the time.
Sir Gareki and Squall were the same - he'd rather not inconvenience them, Squall especially given the lion-hearted man wasn't too cooperative towards him for good reason. What to do...? Perhaps taking a walk through the hallways would settle his nerves at having to be the one to make such a big decision, given Lucina was nowhere around to be the 'leader'. He was but a common man...no 'leader' by any means.Â
He'd said that to Lucina herself many times, sigh.Â
Then, almost walking right into someone interrupted his train of thought, and the mage blinked, eyes widening behind spectacles at recognition - it serving as a very good distraction from the choice he had to make, indeed.
"Inigo...is that truly you?" Squinting a moment to confirm it was the dancer, the mage gave the faintest of smiles.
"It....has been a long time, friend."
Not since those long five years had he seen the other, as matter of fact. He wouldn't be surprised if the other didn't recognize him, even IF the amnesia thing may or may not apply with the dancer.
