Honestly, as someone who had nearly been poisoned before, Llewellyn couldn’t blame him for wondering about that. If he hadn’t been as stressed as he had on the particular day he’d been scooped out of and brought here, he probably would have considered that possibility himself. Instead, he’d gone straight for the cupboards in the weird kitchen area in the dorm to stress eat his way through a package of what he discovered were something the others referred to as knock-off Oreos. “Mm... and considering this place brings people back from the dead, I think that would be rather counter-productive of it to poison us all.”
Boy he hoped it was, with all the weird and stressful thing that happened once in a while he wouldn’t be surprised if something like that happened at some point. That said, he also had never died here as (what seemed like) almost everyone else had. “I’ve not heard of the thing in our heads controlling us, but it does have some rather annoying malfunctions now and again.” He called it malfunction if only to not focus on the fact that the memory shares could be intentional.
“Listening...?” His brow furrowed a little at that, cryptic indeed. Llewellyn was a little slower to answer, trying to turn over this new bit of information over in his head. To figure out how to sort it into place along with the things he’d heard or learned about magic from other people here. “A useful, practical skill. Not one that I would have thought would be useful for magic, what are you listening for? Names? Knowledge? Is uh— magic something you can hear?”
Oops, that’s probably one or two too many questions. The detective gone to stop himself, but then something else strikes him. “Wait, in your world magic is secreted away?”
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Boy he hoped it was, with all the weird and stressful thing that happened once in a while he wouldn’t be surprised if something like that happened at some point. That said, he also had never died here as (what seemed like) almost everyone else had. “I’ve not heard of the thing in our heads controlling us, but it does have some rather annoying malfunctions now and again.” He called it malfunction if only to not focus on the fact that the memory shares could be intentional.
“Listening...?” His brow furrowed a little at that, cryptic indeed. Llewellyn was a little slower to answer, trying to turn over this new bit of information over in his head. To figure out how to sort it into place along with the things he’d heard or learned about magic from other people here. “A useful, practical skill. Not one that I would have thought would be useful for magic, what are you listening for? Names? Knowledge? Is uh— magic something you can hear?”
Oops, that’s probably one or two too many questions. The detective gone to stop himself, but then something else strikes him. “Wait, in your world magic is secreted away?”