But Orga shouldn't be snide about such things. There's no such thing as magic where he's from, so he's still struggling to get used to that whole "voices in your head" and "weird senses of things you could do but previously couldn't" sort of thing.
The first problem he sees when he steps into the lobby and finds the young woman standing in front of the vending machine is the sword. He's already approaching, feeling he might need to intervene before she decided to go full Luddite on the thing, but thankfully she finds the control panel.
And just starts... pressing all the buttons.
Orga is semi-hovering nearby at this point, and he decides to take another step closer, peering at the machine with one hand to his chin as she tapped at the number-pad.
Close, but no cigar.]
Mmm... maybe it needs something in exchange.
[We'll climb this mountain together, Celica. Or, well. He'll at the very least act the Sherpa.]
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But Orga shouldn't be snide about such things. There's no such thing as magic where he's from, so he's still struggling to get used to that whole "voices in your head" and "weird senses of things you could do but previously couldn't" sort of thing.
The first problem he sees when he steps into the lobby and finds the young woman standing in front of the vending machine is the sword. He's already approaching, feeling he might need to intervene before she decided to go full Luddite on the thing, but thankfully she finds the control panel.
And just starts... pressing all the buttons.
Orga is semi-hovering nearby at this point, and he decides to take another step closer, peering at the machine with one hand to his chin as she tapped at the number-pad.
Close, but no cigar.]
Mmm... maybe it needs something in exchange.
[We'll climb this mountain together, Celica. Or, well. He'll at the very least act the Sherpa.]