[apparently, ghosts can be shot with rifles. which is a new one. mal's never seen ghosts before but he's seen volcra, seen magical beings and magic users before.
what's ghosts?
unlike some of others arriving with him, mal's got a weapon with him. he has his pistol and he's using that because what else does he have? unlike some of the others here, mal's not-- he doesn't have powers. so he has a gun and that seems to work until, it works too well and the ghost he's shooting at that has him backed into a corner explodes. and there's malyen oretsev, standing covered in goo.
it isn't the worst of things but--] What the fuck is this stuff?
03. SAFE & SOUND
[the food here's better than anything the ravkan army could ever provide it's cooks. for saints sake, mal is sure this is all richer than whatever they feed the grisha in the little palace.
the pasta he's shoveling into his mouth is coated in thick cheese, there's fresh vegetables in his salad.
this place is a dream.
or a really good army recruiting ploy; better than the ravkan army that still managed to get him with the promise of one warm meal a day, somewhat consistently.
he's been promised a room with a bath, which he'll believe when he sees it. it's all too good to be true but if mal's died and this is a dream, some weird work of magic that he'll wake up from and find himself on the fjorden forest floor or in the fold. someone's tried to explain that it isn't a dream, that they've been pulled from other worlds.
that everyone has powers now.
but... but that's too unreal. too unreal, like the moment he realized alina was the sun summoner. it doesn't matter that the hurt and anger over that is gone, he can still compare the shock to it. luckily, scared and confused, mal's pretty good at compartmentalizing. you can't be a good soldier without that. so, no thinking. only eating.
which means as someone approaches him, he's not looking up from his meal.] I'm not interested in listening to another recruiting pitch right now. Thanks for the meal though.
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[apparently, ghosts can be shot with rifles. which is a new one. mal's never seen ghosts before but he's seen volcra, seen magical beings and magic users before.
what's ghosts?
unlike some of others arriving with him, mal's got a weapon with him. he has his pistol and he's using that because what else does he have? unlike some of the others here, mal's not-- he doesn't have powers. so he has a gun and that seems to work until, it works too well and the ghost he's shooting at that has him backed into a corner explodes. and there's malyen oretsev, standing covered in goo.
it isn't the worst of things but--] What the fuck is this stuff?
03. SAFE & SOUND
[the food here's better than anything the ravkan army could ever provide it's cooks. for saints sake, mal is sure this is all richer than whatever they feed the grisha in the little palace.
the pasta he's shoveling into his mouth is coated in thick cheese, there's fresh vegetables in his salad.
this place is a dream.
or a really good army recruiting ploy; better than the ravkan army that still managed to get him with the promise of one warm meal a day, somewhat consistently.
he's been promised a room with a bath, which he'll believe when he sees it. it's all too good to be true but if mal's died and this is a dream, some weird work of magic that he'll wake up from and find himself on the fjorden forest floor or in the fold. someone's tried to explain that it isn't a dream, that they've been pulled from other worlds.
that everyone has powers now.
but... but that's too unreal. too unreal, like the moment he realized alina was the sun summoner. it doesn't matter that the hurt and anger over that is gone, he can still compare the shock to it. luckily, scared and confused, mal's pretty good at compartmentalizing. you can't be a good soldier without that. so, no thinking. only eating.
which means as someone approaches him, he's not looking up from his meal.] I'm not interested in listening to another recruiting pitch right now. Thanks for the meal though.