simulsimul | another thing; w/ fafnirs and skeletonenigma; cw for suicide talk

['Like' isn't a word Kratos has, but the context is easy enough to define. It's about the only sentence Kratos understands, aside from words like 'time', 'you', and 'I' -- up until Skulduggery makes use of the book. Skulduggery's question receives a mouth-quirk, and he regards Skulduggery with an air of fond amusement, like a child who's just asked whether they can 'fix it'. This might take some explanation.]

No. I'm not -- like -- them.

[He flips back to expressions.]

When my want is this.

[He touches the neutral face.]

I am. When my want is this --

[His fingers sketch across the other faces.]

-- I am. But them ...

[Kratos sighs, a long, slow sigh full of emotion Skulduggery does not have the context to understand.]

Mithos wants. Mithos -- my student.

[He remembers that word from the relationships pages. He flips through the book to the pages on space, with the planet, and grazes his knuckles across the whole of the page.]

I help them -- experience?

[This last gets a questioning head-tip at Skulduggery. 'Time and experience' -- something used in conjunction with the other? It's a guess. Back to the pictures of emotions, and he circles all except the neutral face.]

They have this -- after. After time.

[It isn't something which can be magically fixed.]

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[It's quite a bit more complicated than that, Skulduggery concludes. Kratos can, if the simplicity of the language isn't clouding the explanation, turn his feelings on and off at will. The others can't. Possibly they should be able to, but Kratos's student, Mithos, interfered.

Maybe Kratos is only hoping time will bring their emotions back. Maybe he knows for sure, or he's seen it before. Maybe he's taking them into space to keep them away from Mithos, or maybe he didn't think anything on his planet would provide enough experience to help. Without the ability to express more complicated concepts, Skulduggery can't know.

That's all right. He can wait. Right now, Skulduggery knows all he needs to.

The vision, however -- Cassandra's vision of Darquesse, shown to Skulduggery and Valkyrie through the steam in the basement of her cottage. Cities levelled. Large-scale destruction. At the time, Skulduggery couldn't think of anyone remotely capable, but now he has to wonder. Kratos could probably destroy a city on his own. If one of the angels had only gotten some of their emotions back...]

Kratos, do you know someone named Darquesse?

['Named', 'Darquesse', and Skulduggery's tone of voice indicating a serious question should be enough.]

['Name' had been in the book, in one of the early pages. Kratos is beginning to recognise the '-ed' sound which follows so many verbs in this language. The tone of Skulduggery's voice as he says Darquesse is sobering. Kratos looks back, equally serious, and shakes his head.]

No. Who?

[A threat, if Kratos isn't mistaken. But before Skulduggery can answer, the angels Kratos had called to him come winging down. While one is fairly non-committal, as most angels still are, the other is far more animated. She sees Skulduggery and swoops down at him, her eyes gleaming.]

Oh! A specimen! So mana does exist to be moulded on this planet too.

Doctor. He isn't your ordinary skeleton.

[Kratos's tone is mildly long-suffering.]

No, indeed! His mana's quite complete, isn't it? Lord Kratos, may I --

No. I need a warp-pad to take back to the planet with me.

[The angel veritably droops with disappointment, her feet touching solid ground.]

Oh, is that all?

[Curiosity, some angels have regained; ethics, for some of them, is taking a bit longer.]

[Damn. Oh well. It's still a possibility to consider, and Kratos might be able to help once they've done something more permanent about the language barrier.

... And some of the angels, it seems, have regained their curiosity ahead of the curve.

Skulduggery can't understand anything being said, but he doesn't have to. The gist of the conversation's obvious. Skulduggery doesn't begrudge the angel the mistaken belief that he's an object that can be taken apart -- he is a skeleton, after all -- but that doesn't mean he has to like it. He'd take a step back if he didn't think that would only pique more of her interest.]

You might want to teach them a sense of right and wrong before you get much further.

[It's half amusement, half mock offence.

Hearing Kratos's native tongue has made Skulduggery realise something else. When Kratos speaks English, he has an Irish accent, unsullied by anything else he speaks. It's less like he's learning a second language, and more like he's a child learning to speak for the first time. Is that another angelic trait?

Come to think of it, how long have they been out here? Skulduggery's lost all track of time without being able to see how close the sun is to rising. He instinctively pulls out his mobile to check, but the phone doesn't turn on. Figures. Either the vacuum of space damaged it, or it's run out of battery trying hopelessly to find a signal.

He could ask Kratos, but Kratos's standard of time would be based on a planet Skulduggery's never seen.]

[Kratos tips his head at Skulduggery. He might not understand much of that sentence, but the tone is incredibly familiar, and it does make him smile. The doctor flits off, her air slightly grumpy despite the limitation on telepathy owing to the many, many open channels in response to the many, many radio signals.

The comms officer is still waiting patiently. Kratos holds out his hand.]

Graphite, please.

[The angel plucks it out of his pocket and hands it over. Kratos opens the book and scrawls the English alphabet, murmuring the sounds to himself as he goes. Then he hands both back to the comms officer.]

Run this through the core system and bring it back to me as soon as possible. What I just wrote is the alphabet, but the book should have all the context we need to start translating one of the primary languages of the planet.

[At least, judging by the bookstore, it is; even if not, the alphabet seemed extremely common. The angel flits off and Kratos turns back to Skulduggery. Without the book at hand, telepathy is going to be the easiest way; luckily, their close proximity means it won't interfere with any of the other open channels.

[The question Kratos sends is something akin to tour while we wait?]

[There's something vaguely discomfiting about watching a very powerful race Skulduggery knows next to nothing about use a small children's thesaurus to translate all of English. A part of Skulduggery is still suspicious about the possibility of an invasion, and believes simply watching this happen is a terrible idea. The rest of Skulduggery recognises that the first part is an instinct from a bygone era of war, and is best ignored.

Translating might help the emotionless angels. Experience, as Kratos said, of another world.

The infringement on Skulduggery's mind has him turning towards Kratos with an air of mild exasperation, though the exasperation doesn't make it into his voice.] That's very unnerving.

[Even Hopeless had never been able to read Skulduggery's mind. This isn't quite the same thing, but that doesn't make it feel any less of an impossible trespass.

It isn't words, either -- or rather, it is, but the meaning Skulduggery comprehends doesn't come from the words. That's an extra layer of unnerving.]

Yes. [He looks out over the raised daises.] Thank you.

['Thank you' is another one Kratos recognises from the start of the book, and if he recalls, there is an answer.]

Welcome.

[He motions toward the bridge they intend to use and then starts walking, leaving enough space for Skulduggery to walk beside him. Probably he can take Skulduggery higher up, for a better view of the stars and the planet -- planets. There should be some others in the solar system visible on other sides of the city. Perhaps also a console where Skulduggery can answer some questions about the number of radio transmissions.

[For now, however ... Kratos makes the broad, sweeping motion Skulduggery had in Dublin.]

Welgaia.

Ah. Like Dublin.

[Making Derris-Kharlan the name of the asteroid, and Welgaia the name of the city on top of the asteroid. That's simple enough.

The city, Skulduggery soon finds, is huge. It spreads out like any city on Earth, but it also spreads up. Every time he thinks they must be close to the pinnacle, there are dozens more raised walkways above them. Is the atmosphere only for his benefit, he wonders, or are some things simply easier to do in atmosphere no matter what? He would have thought lightning couldn't occur in a vacuum, but Kratos proved that wrong on the journey here.

And above them, nearly always visible, is the night sky. Space. Other planets in the solar system, Skulduggery discovers. He almost wishes he thought to bring a separate camera with him.

He doesn't speak very much throughout the tour, content to watch and listen and learn. Content to absorb, like a sponge. Every now and then they pass more angels with feathered wings, some talking, others just drifting. Skulduggery's watching a pair of them debate something he doesn't understand when Kratos stops, and Skulduggery takes a few extra steps to realise and follow suit.]

[Kratos does speak, though not as much as he could; mostly he points out landmarks, finds the names of the planets Skulduggery recognises. When he says more than simply names, he adds as much context in English as he has at hand.

[He walks without his wings, the only pair who actually need the path. Those angels who pass them, without fail, bow with a murmur; only a handful register any curiosity about his companion, or ask how his scouting is proceeding. When they reach the pinnacle Kratos directs them toward the banks of refreshers and stores, and consoles. He wants to ask Skulduggery something.

[With some amusement, Kratos watches Skulduggery continue walking before noticing that he'd stopped. He's gotten the impression it's difficult to distract Skulduggery from his surroundings.

[Once he has Skulduggery's attention, Kratos tips his head at the console and activates it, using his codes, to show the some of the radio signals they've been getting. Some appear to be plays, but on screen; some appear to be happening in real-time. He motions at them, shaking his head in bemusement.]

Many -- many, many. Why?

[Kratos is expecting rather a lot from him. Skulduggery's never seen these machines before -- that hardly equips him to answer questions. He takes a look anyway and watches unfamiliar videos scroll across the console's screen, one right after the other, overlapping and interspersing like some sort of terrible movie splice.

Skulduggery shakes his head.] I don't know.

[-- wait. Yes he does. That, right there, for about two seconds, was Grace Kelly. And the movie, if he's not mistaken, was Rear Window. Skulduggery leans closer, and when he speaks again, it's with a note of curiosity.] How are you picking these up? These are -- well, some of them are movies, at least. One of them was a classic. Is this -- ah-ha.

[There's a beat, and then Skulduggery chuckles.] It's a noisy little planet, isn't it? That's the internet. [He looks at Kratos and repeats the word.] Internet. I would try and explain, but I doubt I could do it even if you spoke perfect English.

[Kratos has known Skulduggery for a brief time, and yet long enough to recognise the sound of verbal thought process. He waits patiently, head tipped to listen to those words he does recognise.]

Internet? Hmh.

[He mouths the word again to himself, turning back to the console to pull up one of their databases. It's very obviously one of their own; the language and the directions in which is rolls are not at all like the languages from Skulduggery's world.]

Derris-Kharlan -- hmh. Books?

[It's a library, at least. 'Books' is something he'd picked up early on, at the store.]

Internet -- where Earth books are, like ...?

[He taps the screen. When electronic, is what he means; assuming that 'internet' is the word for 'online library'.]

[Ah, perfect. Derris-Kharlan has something similar. An electronic database of some kind, by the looks of it.]

Something like that, yes. [Skulduggery pauses to think about it.] A library. A repository of knowledge. Many, many books, and books-but-not-books, electronically stored just like this -- [He points at the console.] -- and sent all over the planet constantly. [To emphasise the point, Skulduggery draws a circle in the air with two fingers.] The whole planet.

[He'd been wondering how to explain the internet, and Kratos then explained the internet for him. Skulduggery suspects this won't be the last time it happens. Kratos is picking up English in leaps and bounds.]

You have computers, but you don't have streetlights? Your people were a bit eager, weren't they?

[Aha. So there is a similarity -- and encompasses the whole of the planet. Kratos can only shake his head; did they invent the library first and need to fill it, or have so much that they invented the library to contain it? And his original question still isn't exactly answered.]

But why?

[What possible reason is there to produce all of this -- to keep producing it? And that doesn't even begin to cover the daily communications. It's true, there are much more people on this planet than Aselia, but even so most of the communications have to be frivolous. How do they manage their communications lines without interruptions?]

Streetlights?

[Kratos lifts his eyebrows, shooting an amused look back at Skulduggery.]

Aselia has streetlights. But they're not --

[He lifts his hand, channels a bit of lightning to his palm; it crackles around him like a much larger thing than it ought to be, since he isn't trying to keep it contained as he had on the planet; but there's no reaction from the consoles or the lights around him.]

Not this.

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[Why? Hell if Skulduggery knows. Communication. Free and easy access to information. Collective creation. Achievement and discovery as ends unto themselves.]

Why not?

[It's about the easiest simplified summary he can come up with.

The first thing Skulduggery notices is that the lightning crackling in and around Kratos's hand doesn't arc to any of the other objects, like it did with the streetlight back in Dublin. Not this, Kratos said. Not lightning. Skulduggery tilts his head.]

Not electricity?

[That certainly explains Kratos's startled reaction from before.]

Then I assume only angels can manipulate it. [If everyone could do it, they would have invented a way to harness it, after all.] What do your streetlights run on? Not electricity, but...?

[Why not indeed? The look Kratos shoots Skulduggery is amused, exasperated and quelling all at once. 'Why not' is the reason the Great Tree was killed. 'Why not' was how angels were made. 'Why not' does not speak well of the restraint possessed by the residents of this planet.]

Mana.

[Kratos closes his fist, and then opens it again to show Skulduggery the mana dying in it.]

This is mana. Electricity? Electricity mana.

[He pulls out the lightning, pushes in the light, as a glow around his hand and shining through his being.]

And this is mana.

[Again; pulls out the lightning, pushes in fire, as a blazing fireball in his hand.]

And this.

[Snuffed out.]

Whole -- all? All mana.

[But different, and powering different things. Exspheres are a common catalyst of magitechnology, an alternative to risking the mana of the Tree, but mana is what powers it regardless of source. Derris-Kharlan's technology doesn't run on exspheres. Derris-Kharlan has greater mana stores than did the Tree; the self-contained fusion in its core is not unlike a sun, in some respects, at least in principle if not using the same components.]

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Mana.

[Skulduggery repeats the unfamiliar word out loud, but even that doesn't help him find any sort of translation in English. It's not magic, he's fairly sure, though to be fair he's only sure because there's no possible way to use magic to power technology on Earth. Energy, maybe? It would explain the variety of reactions -- light, lightning, fire. Maybe it exists on Aselia, but can only be controlled by angels. Maybe there is no English equivalent.

But if that's the case, why is there an English equivalent for 'angel'?

Skulduggery shakes his head.] I don't know what that is in English. Energy, or magical energy, or something completely different we don't have. Is it what your wings are made of? [He points to Kratos's back.] Mana?

Mine, yes. Theirs, yes and no.

[At this last, Kratos nods toward the other angels, none of which are paying them all that much mind, even those using the other consoles nearby. What were those words on the time page ...?]

Before now -- start? Started as mana. After time -- not mana.

[This is slow, while he's sifting through his limited vocabulary, trying to find the words to describe the transformation. He doesn't have enough vocabulary for change, for process, unfortunately.]

You have it. Your planet. Aselia has more, but you have it.

[Skulduggery nods.] Mithos.

[It's the same story Kratos told before, but now with mana as an added explanation. Mithos. His student, Kratos called him. Probably an angel as well. After time, however, implies that the angels changed from Kratos's glittering wing state to their emotionless feathered wing state gradually. And if that's the case, Skulduggery wonders why Kratos didn't intervene earlier.

The last bit makes him turn his head in surprise.] We do? Hm. Maybe it is magic, then.

[Maybe it has something to do with what overzealous scholars call the Source of Magic. Until Kratos explains what mana is properly, it's impossible to know.]

No.

[Kratos hesitates, frowning a little.]

Yes.

[It's complicated. Angels don't need to become feathered, and a great many of the angels in Derris-Kharlan had not meant to do so; but it's also true that the fact so many of them did is not an accident. Most of them had not understood what it meant, to become a seraphim. They'd been labouring under false impressions as their mana settled. Mithos would not have borne new angels rising to seraphim status, and risked upsetting his machinations.

[Perhaps luckily, Kratos doesn't have to figure out how to explain. One of the comms officers on the bridge sends him a tight-range message, an alert for a communications. Kratos sends one back directing her to send it to the console, and holds up his hand in a 'stop' motion.]

Yuan.

[He turns toward the console to activate the screen.]

[Yuan, for his part, is hoping Kratos has come to his senses. It's been a unique few days, enough to try his patience-- not that he has a great deal of it in the first place, but he's been trying.]

[Zelos has also been trying, in a completely different way.]

[He isn't sure what Kratos can possibly be busy with, but inter-planetary communications are finicky. Perhaps it's technical. The comms officer puts him through eventually.]

[Yuan opens the conversation by scowling at Kratos.]

Are you anywhere close to turning around? I'm--

[--there's a skeleton behind Kratos, just visible at the edge of the projection. That isn't right. Yuan half-reaches for his blade, even though it will be absolutely no use from this distance.]

--behind you!

[Several things interest Skulduggery about the conversation before it even starts. The first is that Kratos and all the other angels apparently use telepathy as a matter of course, since there's no visible cue that Yuan Ka-Fai has contacted Derris-Kharlan. The second is that Yuan, who presumably hasn't left Aselia, has contacted Derris-Kharlan. Not just long-range communications, but long-range communications over light years. When Kratos first touched down, Skulduggery had wondered if time travel was at work. Now, he's fairly sure the angels' technology exceeds Earth's. By a lot.

Yuan, when his face appears, even looks vaguely Chinese in conjunction with his name. Skulduggery's head tilts in his customary indication of surprise when the language Yuan speaks sounds much more like Irish than it does Chinese. Irish syllables, Irish cadence, combining to form words Skulduggery's never heard before in his life and can't decipher.

It's also, if he's not mistaken, different from both the languages Kratos has used thus far.

Skulduggery doesn't move except to straighten his head and say, in a very amused tone:] Now that's the proper reaction. See that, Kratos? That's someone who's never met a friendly skeleton before.

[And here Skulduggery was beginning to think Kratos encompassed all glittering-wing-state angels.]

[Kratos gets enough from this sentence and Skulduggery's tone of voice to know that Skulduggery is rebuking him in a friendly fashion, and throws an amused glance over his shoulder.]

No friendly skeletons on Aselia.

[He turns back around to speak to Yuan.]

Peace, Yuan. This is Skulduggery Pleasant. He's a resident of the planet we're orbiting. They're all human, Yuan -- and they can use mana.

[He can't overstate how incredible this is, and knows he won't have to try, where Yuan is concerned. He does speak in Tethe'allan, if only so Skulduggery has some degree of familiarity with the few words he's learned -- like mana.]

Skulduggery's situation is unique. His soul is still whole, if static.

[Kratos is addressing the skeleton like it's sentient. To be fair, as seconds pass, it becomes evident that the skeleton isn't about to attack Kratos. Unless it's lying in wait.]

[And it knows Kratos's name, though Yuan doesn't recognize the language. He scowls, looking down his nose at the image of the skeleton for a moment before transferring his attention back to Kratos.]

[He doesn't deign to switch to the language Kratos is using.]

--the humans can use mana?

[The scowl fades in favor of bemusement, in making sure Yuan heard Kratos right and there wasn't some kind of glitch in the transmission.]

Are you sure they're human? They might only look it.

[The thought of still mana in a living creature is an odd one. Yuan trusts that Kratos knows what he's talking about, though.]

I take it this means you're nowhere near to turning around.

No friendly skeletons on Aselia. [Skulduggery repeats this to indicate both his agreement and his amusement. Kratos's stoicism, it seems, has nothing whatsoever to do with being an angel. That's reassuring. Secretive people, Skulduggery has dealt with before. Angels are still new territory.

Yuan and Kratos are definitely not speaking the same language, however. Is that normal? In Skulduggery's experience, changing to match your companion's language is fairly automatic. If angels are at all similar, then Yuan is deliberately not switching. Either that says a lot about him individually, or the rules are different where angels are concerned.

More importantly, Yuan seems to be expressing surprise at the idea of mana on Earth. Skulduggery can't imagine why. They haven't seen the entire universe, have they?

And more importantly still... Skulduggery leans a little closer. Is that -- blue hair? Bright blue hair, and not a trick of the light.]

Yuan has blue hair? [Kratos may have learned some colours already, and if he hasn't, Skulduggery can always specify.]

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We triple-checked.

[Patiently. After all, he'd asked the same question; and it is very nearly unbelievable. What Kratos wants to know is the difference between the ones who do use mana, like Skulduggery, and the ones that may not. He hadn't missed that Skulduggery had felt the need to hide his use.]

Not unless something dire is happening on Aselia. Is it?

[Skulduggery's voice by Kratos's shoulder makes him glance back, and sidle a bit away so Skulduggery can see the screen a little better. Luckily, the colours page in the thesaurus was among the first, and Kratos follows Skulduggery's gaze back to Yuan.]

Blue, yes. Yuan is a human-elf angel.

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