"Magic is absolutely bullshit, and a pain in the ass besides."
Some of it is cool, but mostly it's annoying. Until people rely on it too much, then it gets fun again because they can't fucking concentrate to use it when Brand is punching them in the face.
"Rune and I are thirty-five," he says, which isn't completely unreasonable. Could be good genes that make him look closer to pushing thirty than pulling it. He points at the blond man. "Addam's early forties." 'Addam' doesn't quite look it either. "Atlanteans age a slower once they hit adulthood, but Mayan's the only one here who's gotten rejuvenation treatments."
'Mayan', identified by process of elimination, has finished descending the metal stairs and engaged the other three in conversation -- which is a nice way of saying that he and Brand immediately began arguing with each other until Rune bodily inserts himself between them.
"Mayan, why are you here?"
"Because he thinks he knows you better than you know yourself, and he doesn't," Mayan tells Rune. "You forced his hand, and how he's changing plans on the fly, and I don't think those plans will work. They will backfire, and he will need to step in. Do you have any idea what it will cost Lord Tower if he supports you?"
"I didn't ask for his support," Rune counters. Mayan raises his eyebrows.
"You never ask, but you're a liar if you're telling me you don't expect it," he says, which shuts Rune up. The Brand in the memory starts to muscle Rune out of the way to start fighting with Mayan again when Mayan raises a hand for peace and rubs his eyelids. "Sorry, I'm just as mad at him as you. He just had to be so clever, feeding you those mushrooms, didn't he?"
"Mayan and the Tower are about as big of a pain in my ass as magic is," present-Brand says by way of explanation. He glances up the side of one of the buildings -- the one without the fire escape. "Helpful, but a fucking pain in the ass."
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Some of it is cool, but mostly it's annoying. Until people rely on it too much, then it gets fun again because they can't fucking concentrate to use it when Brand is punching them in the face.
"Rune and I are thirty-five," he says, which isn't completely unreasonable. Could be good genes that make him look closer to pushing thirty than pulling it. He points at the blond man. "Addam's early forties." 'Addam' doesn't quite look it either. "Atlanteans age a slower once they hit adulthood, but Mayan's the only one here who's gotten rejuvenation treatments."
'Mayan', identified by process of elimination, has finished descending the metal stairs and engaged the other three in conversation -- which is a nice way of saying that he and Brand immediately began arguing with each other until Rune bodily inserts himself between them.
"Mayan, why are you here?"
"Because he thinks he knows you better than you know yourself, and he doesn't," Mayan tells Rune. "You forced his hand, and how he's changing plans on the fly, and I don't think those plans will work. They will backfire, and he will need to step in. Do you have any idea what it will cost Lord Tower if he supports you?"
"I didn't ask for his support," Rune counters. Mayan raises his eyebrows.
"You never ask, but you're a liar if you're telling me you don't expect it," he says, which shuts Rune up. The Brand in the memory starts to muscle Rune out of the way to start fighting with Mayan again when Mayan raises a hand for peace and rubs his eyelids. "Sorry, I'm just as mad at him as you. He just had to be so clever, feeding you those mushrooms, didn't he?"
"Mayan and the Tower are about as big of a pain in my ass as magic is," present-Brand says by way of explanation. He glances up the side of one of the buildings -- the one without the fire escape. "Helpful, but a fucking pain in the ass."