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Cor destroys.
But he has a really good reason.
He destroys, and he moves.
cor and tias in wasteland
disapparatus
"I'm trying to figure out if it's my fault. Have you been lying here more or less than fifteen minutes?"
against-the-sky
He takes his face out of the water; the flow stops. "Why would it be your fault—? Anyway, I'm pretty sure it was longer. Like, a lot longer."
When he shakes his head to get the water out of his hair, the movement reveals that his ears are long and pointed. When he yawns, it is apparent that the same is true of his canine teeth. His fingernails and toenails are short but sharp, like claws; he's careful of them when he rubs his face to dry it.
disapparatus
Could've been weirder. "For reasons to do with the limits of my magic system it wouldn't have been that weird if my travel also moved someone else at the same time but it seems you arrived before I left, which is not something my magic does."
disapparatus
"I didn't come here on purpose, exactly, although if you aren't a native it's actually a really great planet for one of my needs. I'm scouting, more or less."
against-the-sky
"...somehow I get the impression you're not looking to wreck a planet just for kicks."
against-the-sky
"Well, I'd suggest you talk to my dad but I have no idea how to get home from here and also home is kind of being invaded by murderous aliens at the moment."
disapparatus
"Uh, since my spell apparently works I can probably get you home. And if this planet is really as dispensable as it looks help with the murderous aliens maybe."
against-the-sky
"I went a long way falling between worlds." He rubs his head. "And learned half a hundred languages while I was at it, apparently. How d'you tell how dispensable a planet is?"
disapparatus
"I'll want to land in a few places around the globe and see if they're all, uh." He gestures expansively. "This won't find us, like, an island with people on it, say, and there clearly used to be life here so it's not ideal, but jumping at random could easily kill me or other scouts so I don't want to be too terribly picky. Anyway, it won't be destroyed immediately, it took a long time to get bad with ours, so if there's a tiny enclave somewhere they'll have lots of warning once we run into them."
against-the-sky
"Hm."
He frowns absently at the puddle he's sitting in; it obediently dries up.
"...moving between worlds doesn't usually give you random magic powers, does it?"
against-the-sky
"'Cause I definitely couldn't do this shit," he gestures with one hand and a rippling ball of water appears floating in midair, "before the interdimensional adventure." The water vanishes.
against-the-sky
"Yeah." He glances down at himself. "Wish I could magically appear some clothes, though..."
No clothes appear to grant his wish.
disapparatus
"Can't help you there, sorry." He's wearing shorts with a little bag pinned to them, but only those, and otherwise covered in dried blood swirls and ash markings.
against-the-sky
"Nice to meet you, I guess. It definitely beats lying at the bottom of a hill for another couple of hours."
He stands up and looks around. "Wow, this place is depressing."