the cells I am at the moment will soon die

[aldabeyoun]

Who: (Nj/L)oki
What: Lesson One: Wax On. Wax off.
Where: Njoki's flat in Mafaton.
When: The first Shundi in Velldaren
Warnings: Nothing yet, but assume there's a risk of gore and bad language.

It wasn't the most auspicious of introductions, but Njoki is sure that it's only fair to properly judge someone once she's met and assessed them in person. Surety aside, Ki feels that it's a wise idea to judge and write people off from whatever contact she feels is necessary, but she's been making a valiant effort to overcome that.

Usually she fails.

Today, she's made some small steps toward improvement and has invited a potential student over to her flat. With most of the business transpiring in the Undercity, Mafaton is unnervingly quiet during the day but far easier to navigate. Njoki's flat and workspace is a small apartment above a used clothing store that specializes in period pieces. It's clearly marked by a hanging sign decorated with her name and a couple of symbols that hint at her practice - a playing card, a dove's heart, and a lit candle.

Comments

[aldabeyoun]

"It'll do." Njoki doesn't seem bothered by having to look (way) up to maintain eye contact when she speaks.

"You do know that most of what I practice is healing, right?" That was what she'd been trying to find out from him - did he use his magic offensively, defensively, or as a healer.

[snaketrap]

"Anyone who uses magic aught to know there is use for every type of magic." He is not one to put restraints on himself, so to speak. At least when it comes to magic. His - ah - his self-destruction is an entirely different matter. He'd be oblivious to it, but it's a well tuned skill.

"I do not seek to be one thing or another," which is his way of saying, he is still interested.

[aldabeyoun]

"Yeah, I got that. But if you're going to to all 'guns don't kill people, people kill people', I'm gonna argue that having a loaded weapon sure helps escalate the fight." Either he's being wilfully obtuse or he's got such a low opinion of her intelligence that Loki won't even address her concerns.

"Humour me a moment, okay? Do you at least get why I'm wary?"

[snaketrap]

Not at all what he was trying to say. Did she think he was an idealist or some such? Really.

"Why don't we make this a little less painful then, and you tell me what you think I think and will do. I get why you're concerned, I get why you would not wish to just take up any person. I do not understand why, after all this consistent misunderstandings if you would, you're still letting me stand here." A moment.

"It's really a simple thing. I wish to learn. I do not take sides, I do not have a scheme to be a hero or a villain. I'll do what I'll do, when I want to do it, whatever it is. If you cannot trust that, then I can leave. It's no difficult decision."

[aldabeyoun]

Njoki sighs, shaking her head before continuing, "Do you really think that saying you don't want to take sides exempts you from the outcomes of your actions? 'Oh, gee, I didn't mean to do that' doesn't do anything beyond making you sound like a twit."

"Kiddo, no one wants to hear what I'm going to say to you, but I'm really hoping you listen: you need to grow up." Still quietly confident, Njoki remains sitting on the floor. "If you want, I'll take you on and kick your ass around some until you get that, but until you figure out that intent isn't everything, that you need to accept responsibility for what you do with your own damn skills, I won't so much as teach you to blow your nose."

[snaketrap]

Loki just stares at her with a mild sense of exasperation. This is hopeless. He's already understood that, so to spare them further grief he's leaving. This time, actually leaving.