[ Vil really is too generous. None of that is necessary! Really, just his offer to magic up a secure container for the patient files would have been more than enough – while it may only be a minor bit of magic for him, it solves myriad problems that have caused Maruki no small amount of stress and anxiety. The impact can't be overstated.
But he recognizes someone else who won't take no for an answer when it comes to giving, and giving, and giving. So he doesn't argue the text, just busies himself with watering the poor plants that survived the two weeks of the Green Knight's reign until he hears the knock and hurries over to let Vil in. ]
Please, come on in, make yourself comfortable. Sorry it's a bit of a wreck... I'm closing up for the week so I'm not in the way of the efforts to clean up and repair the business district.
[ And because he is Fucking Exhausted after killing the Green Knight, but that is neither here nor there.
And then he crosses over to the little table acting as a makeshift and gestures with silly dramatic flair to Ye Olde Grimoire. ]
Ta-da! You ought to check it out though, just to be sure it's correct... I'm still a little suspicious of how easy it was to request something of yours rather than something of mine.
[He glances at the table, and it's obvious there's nothing he wants more than to rush it and hold it once again, but first thing's first. He owed Maruki a great deal for this.So he took the tote and handed it off to Maruki.]
Before that, here. Shampoo, conditioner, and an aftershave, as promised. All instructions are written on the bottles. The temporary clothes may be a little oversized, and not entirely to your style. They were just something plain I whipped up to practice some embroidery, but better than nothing.
There should also be a folder with my designs, take your time to think on what you like, and if you have input on things you want added or taken away don't hesitate to request it.
[With the tote safely in Maruki's hands Vil turns to the table, and takes up his grimoire for the first time in well over a year. He ran his hand over the intricately designed cover, basking in the familiarity of something from home.
He then holds the old tome close to his chest, basking in the moment before he speaks.]
After our talk, I sought to request my magic back in full, and to my surprise it was granted. So, lets dust off the cobwebs and see what I can do.
[And with that he lets the book go, leaving to to float in front of him, only for it to start rapidly twisting and turning as the belt fastened to it unravels. In mere moments the book it unwrapped and fans itself open while the binding hovered behind Vil.
Finally he turns to Maruki his emotional reunion with his magic traded for his usual proud peacock demeanor once again.]
All's well so far. Now, I believe there were some curses and blessings you needed taken care of?
[ Maruki can't help but laugh as he looks through the contents of the tote – but it's a soft, appreciative sort of thing. Vil's preoccupation with his physical appearance bothers him less now that he knows it comes from a good place... And frankly, now that he knows Vil had nothing to do with The Webby Situation. That has been a larger thorn in his side than he's ever likely to admit.
The clothes are beautifully made – unlike anything he's ever had before. He may not be particularly vain, or even slightly fastidious about his appearance, but Maruki appreciates the hard work and careful creativity that goes into such craftsmanship. He's admiring one of the shirts when he hears Vil speak about his magic and looks up again.
It's a heartwarming sight, seeing him reunited with the tome clasped against his chest. It must be similar to how he felt the first night Azathoth returned to him. Having powers returned, yes, but also having a true reminder of home – like seeing an old friend you'd missed so very much.
Maruki watches with open fascination and delight as the book floats before him and then grins at Vil, eyebrows raised. ]
Very cool, Vil-kun.
[ It's genuine. Maruki has seen a lot in Somnius thus far, but nothing like this – real Magic magic, as if from a movie about witches and wizards.
He settles the tote down onto the armchair he uses during his sessions, trades it for the box he brought over for this specific purpose. It's nondescript, an old apple box from one of the stands in the market that a gelfling kindly let him have. Inside he's already begun fashioning dividers to turn it into some sad semblance of a filing cabinet. The things one settles for in a medieval rural shithole. ]
If you wouldn't mind... This is what I want to use for my patient files. I'd like to be the only one able to open it and read the contents. If you can think of any other way to fortify that magic, please, by all means– you're the expert here. I trust your judgment.
[He thinks over his wording very carefully, his curses were powerful. Enough do that he could not undo them once set. There always needed to be a way to break them, just in case.
Once he settled on the semantics, he held a hand over the box.]
I will lose nothing I fear nothing The shining crown is for me Fairest One of All
This box shall only open by Maruki’s hand, and all who touch it with ill intent will find themselves unay to move until the following sunrise, or they are given permission to leave by Maruki.
[There was a sparkling shimmer before the box briefly flickered with a faint light as its properties changed.
Seeing the basic work he turned to Maruki.]
Does this suffice? I can still make the contents illegible to everyone but you, but in the case that one of your patients will want access to their records, I realized last minute that would cause unnecessary complications for you.
[And seeing any potential thieves stuck frozen in discomfort was a petty delight. The real gift right there.]
[ Maruki watches, fascination turning to true awe as the curse settles over the box.
He's seen a lot. He can do a lot. But he can't do something like that.
It's very, very cool. ]
Ah... No, that's a good point. I've also entered into a partnership with the medical facility Bakugou-kun runs, so if I ever need to refer a patient to him, it would be helpful to be able to supply their file. Good thinking, Vil-kun.
[ And then a thoughtful pause. Look, Maruki's a petty man too. The real gift hasn't escaped his notice at all. ]
And being trapped would be an appropriate comeuppance for anyone foolish enough to try to break in.
[ He huffs out a little laugh of relief and runs his hands over the box, looking from it to Vil. ]
I can't thank you enough. Seriously. This has been keeping me up at night for a while now.
[ It feels out of the question that he might ask for more. He doesn't even know what else he would ask for, with such seemingly limitless power as what Vil possesses. ]
[He hummed thoughtfully, paying no mind to the gratitude for now. Maruki may not have been able to think of more to ask for, but Vil has more to offer.]
I could offer a sound blocking blessing that activates once the door is closed- as an apology for Webby’s… earlier snooping.
[And if he’s honest, possible future snooping. He knows her. He’s FAIRLY certain he got through to her during their little talk, but she was nothing if not completely unpredictable.]
But that admittedly comes with the risk that if something were to go wrong, no one outside would hear the commotion.
[Such were things that needed to be considered with these sorts of spells.]
I could also potentially place a similar enchantment on the office itself that I did on your file box. That anyone entering with intent to harm anything within would be frozen in place.
My cottage has a similar curse. It’s done well to keep most ill tempered fiends from causing too much damage- provided they have enough sentience to have intent in the first place.
[So the recent misbehaving plants had been something of a headache.]
[ Vil's careful consideration of each curse or blessing's applications and drawbacks really is a salve for Maruki's analytical mind. Impossible to overthink when Vil is already doing it for him. But there are other considerations, of course. ]
That sounds good on the surface, but you might be surprised how many of my patients have... Let's call them anger issues!
[ Not even patients. Friends who visit as well. Maki. ]
I can easily see such a curse backfiring if they come in looking for a fight, whether it's against me or an inanimate object. I'd hate for that to happen.
[ He runs a hand over his stubbled jaw as he looks around the office, considering it, then back to Vil after a long moment. ]
What about something as simple as a curse to only allow visitors through the door that I usher in personally? Unlike the records that might be needed by others one day, there's no need for anyone to ever enter here without my presence.
[ ... well. ]
Ah, but I might want an exception or two, for my most trusted companions here, just in case of emergencies. I don't know if that's possible.
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[ What a strange thing, extending that offer genuinely to a person he could hardly stand before last week. ]
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[And true to his word, he arrives shortly after carrying a tote bag, and knocks on the door.]
May I come in?
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But he recognizes someone else who won't take no for an answer when it comes to giving, and giving, and giving. So he doesn't argue the text, just busies himself with watering the poor plants that survived the two weeks of the Green Knight's reign until he hears the knock and hurries over to let Vil in. ]
Please, come on in, make yourself comfortable. Sorry it's a bit of a wreck... I'm closing up for the week so I'm not in the way of the efforts to clean up and repair the business district.
[ And because he is Fucking Exhausted after killing the Green Knight, but that is neither here nor there.
And then he crosses over to the little table acting as a makeshift and gestures with silly dramatic flair to Ye Olde Grimoire. ]
Ta-da! You ought to check it out though, just to be sure it's correct... I'm still a little suspicious of how easy it was to request something of yours rather than something of mine.
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Before that, here. Shampoo, conditioner, and an aftershave, as promised. All instructions are written on the bottles. The temporary clothes may be a little oversized, and not entirely to your style. They were just something plain I whipped up to practice some embroidery, but better than nothing.
There should also be a folder with my designs, take your time to think on what you like, and if you have input on things you want added or taken away don't hesitate to request it.
[With the tote safely in Maruki's hands Vil turns to the table, and takes up his grimoire for the first time in well over a year. He ran his hand over the intricately designed cover, basking in the familiarity of something from home.
He then holds the old tome close to his chest, basking in the moment before he speaks.]
After our talk, I sought to request my magic back in full, and to my surprise it was granted. So, lets dust off the cobwebs and see what I can do.
[And with that he lets the book go, leaving to to float in front of him, only for it to start rapidly twisting and turning as the belt fastened to it unravels. In mere moments the book it unwrapped and fans itself open while the binding hovered behind Vil.
Finally he turns to Maruki his emotional reunion with his magic traded for his usual proud peacock demeanor once again.]
All's well so far. Now, I believe there were some curses and blessings you needed taken care of?
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The clothes are beautifully made – unlike anything he's ever had before. He may not be particularly vain, or even slightly fastidious about his appearance, but Maruki appreciates the hard work and careful creativity that goes into such craftsmanship. He's admiring one of the shirts when he hears Vil speak about his magic and looks up again.
It's a heartwarming sight, seeing him reunited with the tome clasped against his chest. It must be similar to how he felt the first night Azathoth returned to him. Having powers returned, yes, but also having a true reminder of home – like seeing an old friend you'd missed so very much.
Maruki watches with open fascination and delight as the book floats before him and then grins at Vil, eyebrows raised. ]
Very cool, Vil-kun.
[ It's genuine. Maruki has seen a lot in Somnius thus far, but nothing like this – real Magic magic, as if from a movie about witches and wizards.
He settles the tote down onto the armchair he uses during his sessions, trades it for the box he brought over for this specific purpose. It's nondescript, an old apple box from one of the stands in the market that a gelfling kindly let him have. Inside he's already begun fashioning dividers to turn it into some sad semblance of a filing cabinet. The things one settles for in a medieval rural shithole. ]
If you wouldn't mind... This is what I want to use for my patient files. I'd like to be the only one able to open it and read the contents. If you can think of any other way to fortify that magic, please, by all means– you're the expert here. I trust your judgment.
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[He thinks over his wording very carefully, his curses were powerful. Enough do that he could not undo them once set. There always needed to be a way to break them, just in case.
Once he settled on the semantics, he held a hand over the box.]
I will lose nothing
I fear nothing
The shining crown is for me
Fairest One of All
This box shall only open by Maruki’s hand, and all who touch it with ill intent will find themselves unay to move until the following sunrise, or they are given permission to leave by Maruki.
[There was a sparkling shimmer before the box briefly flickered with a faint light as its properties changed.
Seeing the basic work he turned to Maruki.]
Does this suffice? I can still make the contents illegible to everyone but you, but in the case that one of your patients will want access to their records, I realized last minute that would cause unnecessary complications for you.
[And seeing any potential thieves stuck frozen in discomfort was a petty delight. The real gift right there.]
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He's seen a lot. He can do a lot. But he can't do something like that.
It's very, very cool. ]
Ah... No, that's a good point. I've also entered into a partnership with the medical facility Bakugou-kun runs, so if I ever need to refer a patient to him, it would be helpful to be able to supply their file. Good thinking, Vil-kun.
[ And then a thoughtful pause. Look, Maruki's a petty man too. The real gift hasn't escaped his notice at all. ]
And being trapped would be an appropriate comeuppance for anyone foolish enough to try to break in.
[ He huffs out a little laugh of relief and runs his hands over the box, looking from it to Vil. ]
I can't thank you enough. Seriously. This has been keeping me up at night for a while now.
[ It feels out of the question that he might ask for more. He doesn't even know what else he would ask for, with such seemingly limitless power as what Vil possesses. ]
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I could offer a sound blocking blessing that activates once the door is closed- as an apology for Webby’s… earlier snooping.
[And if he’s honest, possible future snooping. He knows her. He’s FAIRLY certain he got through to her during their little talk, but she was nothing if not completely unpredictable.]
But that admittedly comes with the risk that if something were to go wrong, no one outside would hear the commotion.
[Such were things that needed to be considered with these sorts of spells.]
I could also potentially place a similar enchantment on the office itself that I did on your file box. That anyone entering with intent to harm anything within would be frozen in place.
My cottage has a similar curse. It’s done well to keep most ill tempered fiends from causing too much damage- provided they have enough sentience to have intent in the first place.
[So the recent misbehaving plants had been something of a headache.]
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That sounds good on the surface, but you might be surprised how many of my patients have... Let's call them anger issues!
[ Not even patients. Friends who visit as well. Maki. ]
I can easily see such a curse backfiring if they come in looking for a fight, whether it's against me or an inanimate object. I'd hate for that to happen.
[ He runs a hand over his stubbled jaw as he looks around the office, considering it, then back to Vil after a long moment. ]
What about something as simple as a curse to only allow visitors through the door that I usher in personally? Unlike the records that might be needed by others one day, there's no need for anyone to ever enter here without my presence.
[ ... well. ]
Ah, but I might want an exception or two, for my most trusted companions here, just in case of emergencies. I don't know if that's possible.