[Well, energy sounds better than blood or bits of my soul, which is what Hellboy was assuming. Normal people lose energy when they do normal things. It doesn't really sound as sinister as he always assumes magic to be, but still. He's cautious.]
So you just take it easy for awhile? Or how do you, er... recharge?
[Is this a dumb question, too... he is starting the get the feeling he is not impressing this little girl very much...]
[Ha ha okay, he maybe rubs at his cheek a little bashfully. Ask a stupid question...]
Like... if you were just tired. Okay. [It's better than CONSUMING THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT or something equally heinous. Hellboy has been around a lot of terrible stuff in his life, alright. He's just cautious.
[What a silly... demon man. Sieglinde shook her head a bit, but. She's a bit amused by his overreaction, if nothing else, small tugs in the corner of her mouth betraying a hidden smile.]
Nothing but words- a call to the goddess for her aid.
[She couldn't blame him for being slightly wary of magic, though, in the end...]
[He's doing is best! Look at this, he's only giving her a bit of a weird look when she starts... an incantation? That sounds like an incantation. The hairs on the back of Hellboy's neck stand up and he feels very much like having her stop, but he manages to keep his panic down. His body tenses up and his muscles coil, but he stays still.
And then it's over. And he can tell it worked.
Stretching his side experimentally, Hellboy looks over at Sieglinde with a mixture of renewed suspicion and, well, awe. Magic is strange and dangerous to him, but that doesn't mean it's not incredible.]
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So you just take it easy for awhile? Or how do you, er... recharge?
[Is this a dumb question, too... he is starting the get the feeling he is not impressing this little girl very much...]
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I sleep... ?
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Like... if you were just tired. Okay. [It's better than CONSUMING THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT or something equally heinous. Hellboy has been around a lot of terrible stuff in his life, alright. He's just cautious.
Maybe ridiculously so.]
In that case, what does a spell involve?
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Nothing but words- a call to the goddess for her aid.
[She couldn't blame him for being slightly wary of magic, though, in the end...]
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Hellboy is quiet for a moment, thinking this over, and then he finally looks over at Sieglinde.]
Alright. I trust you. Let's give it a shot.
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As I see thee sweltering in thine blood, I call upon the goddess who governs, whom I beseech to aid thee now...
[Her chant moved into languages of those long dead, murmured under her breath as she drew her hands over the bruised ribs...
Until the spell ended and she withdrew her hands, the damage beneath healed as if it had never been.]
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And then it's over. And he can tell it worked.
Stretching his side experimentally, Hellboy looks over at Sieglinde with a mixture of renewed suspicion and, well, awe. Magic is strange and dangerous to him, but that doesn't mean it's not incredible.]
Thank you.