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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

Well, there are ways to travel between planes of existence using magic. I'm simply not familiar enough with them to explain them. It's not my area of expertise.

[Though given he's been to two worlds other than his own now, he's starting to wonder if it should have been.]

[einselective]

Maybe it's time to think about learning.

[If it was that easy, all these 'magic' types probably would have left ages ago. But naturally, Marian's inclined to think that the solution to everything is there, with enough work.]

[tongueamok]

Perhaps I will if I ever make it home. As it is, I find it hard to trust any magic I don't know. There are so many ways such things could go wrong, especially when used by people who tend to be careless.

[And he'd consider almost everyone but him as fitting into that category, even his students.]

[einselective]

[Hey why not say it aloud since we're here...]

Let me guess. Which is everyone except you.

[There was definitely a time, not that long ago, where she would have thought in a similar fashion.]

Mistakes happen. It doesn't matter how good you are.

[tongueamok]

[If the disgruntled snort he lets out is any indication, then yes, he means he doesn't trust most magic that isn't his own. People can be such irresponsible things, even if Marian is right: even the most skilled of magicians can make mistakes.]

Is there more you need enchanted while I'm here?

[einselective]

[Wordlessly, Marian haus up the other jug of water -- it's good enough, and should give her some time until she has to ask for this favor again.

Hopefully, she won't, at all. But...]

One more.

[tongueamok]

All right.

[Back he goes to drawing another glyph, as the first one evaporated away.]

Have you been to other worlds, Miss? Beyond this one and your own?

[einselective]

......Yes.

As I said, there are... worse places to be...

[The delivery is flat while she watches him work, but that is definitely a more pronounced shivering.]

While you do that... I'm going to look for a space heater. I think Alphys had one over in the corner somewhere. Must be a draft or something in here.

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle recognizes the tone of someone who speaks from experience, and politely kicks himself for his rude line of questioning as she goes to fetch a heater. He's a bit chilly, but he's always that way; however, he gets the feeling most of Marian's shivering isn't from the temperature.]

Alphys is your, erm. Partner in this establishment, I presume?

[einselective]

Yes. She's, uh, a lizard. [Okay look, she's still getting used to some things.] But very capable. The mess is hers, not mine.

[Because Alphys' side of the lab, ohhhh boy. Marian would have never tolerated this level of disaster in her lab, but this wasn't hers exactly, and there wasn't a lot of choice for an established workspace around here.]

[tongueamok]

A lizard.

[He shakes his head in a, "You know what? I really don't want to know" fashion and keeps drawing.]

I tend to appreciate order myself. There's already entirely too much to be uncertain of here. I need not add the location of my pen to that list.

[einselective]

A very large lizard. [Marian starts out clarifying, realizing just how it sounds, but it just gets worse and...] With little claw fingers and... ah, it isn't important.

[But she does manage to find what was probably an old heater of some kind, and ducks under the table to plug it in, adding to the electromechanical hum of the place and making her voice a bit muffled.]

But you don't have any need for some sort of 'magical' workshop?

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle finishes his glyph, waiting to pull the jug onto it. He'd rather not ruin his handiwork with smudges.]

Well, no. I'm a healer, not a magician by trade.

[einselective]

Ah, of course. No need for modern medicine when you have magical healing.

[Marian assumes. It never ends here, does it.]

[tongueamok]

It's not that doctors and alchemists don't exist where I'm from. Most magicians know a little of the restorative arts, but fully trained healers are relatively uncommon.

[Obviously. Goodness, this woman.]

[einselective]

Oh, pardon me. I'm sure your alchemists are very reliable.

[She really shouldn't use that much sarcasm with someone who's providing her with concrete help, but these things just slip out after a lifetime of doing it.]

Are you just about done?

[tongueamok]

[He snorts irritably, hoisting the jug into position.]

I am. And you can thank my alchemists for this favor, as it is without them we wouldn't even have the glyphcrafting for this enchantment.

[And with that, he puts his hands on the contact point and gets enchanting.]

[einselective]

[Marian sighs the deepest sigh, even as she watches the sigil light up for the third time. With considerably less of an acerbic tone, she adds:]

I suppose I should that you for coming out here, too.

[tongueamok]

[That takes a bit of the fight out of him. Carlisle sighs, his brow knitting in the barest hint of sympathy as he watches the glyph light up beneath his fingers. He knows what it's like to be out of his element and to be frustrated when presented with things so foreign, so out of his control.]

It is my honor and my duty to use my abilities to help others.

[einselective]

[Marian's initial response to that is a noncommittal noise. He says that, but didn't exactly seem enthusiastic about providing this kind of material help in a more general sense to the city at large.]

Do you get... tired out by this magic of yours?

[tongueamok]

[Marian is right in his reluctance to help the populace at large; no one finds him hanging around the clinic and offering his services, after all.]

When using a lot of it, or for extended periods of time. Minor enchanting like this isn't nearly as taxing as healing.

[einselective]

[Well at least it's not something from nothing. And although she's not about to cast aspersions on his mission statement of helping, a possible reason for limiting it.]

That's all for now, then.

I'll...

[What, 'continue keeping an eye out for any greenery of possible interest?' She can, certainly, but the chances of that seem slim. And beyond the very vague suggestion she'd made at their second meeting, she can't just tell anyone what her device is capable of. That can makes things... complicated.

Then again, this guy can't even set an answering machine message properly.]

...lend a hand if you need it with anything technological, as well. Although given the 'gods'' apparent distaste for anything modern, that seems about as likely as finding new and interesting vegetation.