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GRATIA // PSL

The first thing he feels is the cold.

It permeates everything down here on the lower levels. What little warmth humans have made for themselves is greedily gobbled up by the stone walls that surround them on all sides. Despite the stirring of people in the streets, in their homes, and around corners, this place feels like a grave. A similar sense seems to loom over the heads of most who make their way through this deep, dark part of the world, hovering around them like a cloud of inevitability. No one has been outright sentenced to death, but they may as well be.

Upon waking, Tek will have found himself in a dark, wet alleyway. Attempts to orient himself reveal that he has been brought, somehow, to an impressively large network of tunnels that all lead, more or less, to three or four larger chambers. There is far more vibrant life above him somewhere, far, far above the layer of caves he's in now, and there is also a very deep, sluggish form of life somewhere far below his feet.

No one is coming to get him. No one follows him in his immediate vicinity--the few stragglers hanging around doorsteps and windows don't give him a second glance, or even a first one. The place is crowded, but not busy. Everyone keeps their heads down. The people are all dressed poorly, in rags and robes and bundles that suggest a certain level of consistent poverty all throughout the level. The buildings in these tunnels look man-made, either built from scrap or carved straight out of the rock of the cave, but the majority of the actual roads and cave walls seem to have been formed with very little help from human hands.

The place is lit with lanterns and dirty-looking florescents suspended high above in the cave ceiling. The air is thick and stuffy, the smell of mold and mud prevalent over even the smell of human stagnation. It would not be hard to drag someone off, and he gets the immediate feeling that if he did, it's unlikely that anyone would come looking for them.

What does he do?

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[for once, he isn't tracking Robin with some nefarious intent... or any other sort of intent, really. the dragon is content to just watch in fascination as the other creature swims through the water, and continues once he bobs to the surface again. quiet, observant, and unreadable. it isn't until Robin's comment that the dragon starts moving again.

Tek confirms Robin's memory with a derisive snort. yeah, he remembers that pool--the poor excuse for a body of water that it was, all unnatural and full of strange chemicals.

he's moving forward through the water then, kicking up a gentle wake of ripples as he glides out toward deeper water. this is what he'd wanted to do, back in the Tower. once he's in water deep enough to be able to lift his feet off the bottom, he slinks low in the water, menacing and soundless.]

Yeah...

[the chorus of voices that is Robin seems to agree with the sentiment. he also drops the rest of his face below the water, following along in a much slower (and probably cuter) version of Tek's menacing glide.

after a while, though, he takes a big breath and dives back under, kicking for the bottom of the lake. he'll be back.]

[while Robin dives, Tek continues to enjoy just floating fully suspended in the deep water. it feels as though it's been ages since he's been able to swim like this, especially in the middle of wilderness that feels as old and full as this one.

he's enjoying himself quite a bit. and aside from occasionally ducking his head and neck down below the surface to soak every scale, he's using the smallest effort possible to slowly propel himself across the water.]

[Tek gets a few minutes to enjoy the lake all by himself. Robin is down there somewhere, not bothering to mask his aura much, if only so that Tek can have full confidence that he's around somewhere and not about to try something tricky while the dragon isn't looking.

he comes up for air somewhere, eventually, a pale shape bobbing up to the surface of the water before ducking right back down again. this gives Tek a few more minutes to himself, before Robin finally comes back up near where the other is peacefully drifting.]

Hey, can you help me grab something? It's too heavy for me.

[he's got a big, sharp-toothed grin on his face, though. he looks excited.]

[not that Tek is an ancient, paranoid creature or anything... but he appreciates the peace. he likes knowing where Robin is without having to look for him, detaching just enough to actually relax and let himself rest and enjoy simply being. it's not something that he allows himself very often, not really.

so, he's actually in a rather balanced mood when Robin pops up to make a request of him. his eyes might have even been closed for a few moments, but they open with a curious grunt when Robin calls him.

he sits up in the water, lifting his head a little bit to look at Robin, and then back the direction that he'd come from. reluctant but listening...]

[oh, he could probably explain. since he isn't being outright turned down, he points through the water at exactly the thing he's hoping to get.]

You remember that glass that refracts light into flecks, aah... Like in that necklace?

[Tek probably remembers; the necklace with the large, tear-drop shaped pendant that bends the light into dozens of little flecks of sparkling color. Robin said it was made when some kind of radioactive lightning struck the ground, or something.]

There's a big chunk of it down there. Must be from before the lake filled up.

[with one swish of his tail, Tek floats over to the vague area that Robin is pointing toward, peering down through the water with reluctance. he doesn't seem overtly excited by the idea. The way he hangs there seems very much like the way his human version silently deliberates when he's weighing the potential benefits of something that he doesn't actually want to do.

no bartering or extra convincing is actually needed, however. without warning, his spines suddenly slick back like feathers against his neck, he shifts his weight and rears up a little, and dives straight down. there isn't a huge splash, but the sheer amount of water being displaced kicks up impressive waves.

and he's gone within seconds, using half-open wings to power him down through the water toward his prize.]

[it's amazing how much the dragon resembles the human-shaped person that he's so familiar with. for something with a reptilian face, Robin knows exactly what kind of calculating he must be doing in that mind of his.

which is why he's only encouraged when Tek suddenly dives under the water, sending the much-lighter demigod bobbing away in the waves like a cork. before he can get too far, he takes one more breath and dives down too, heading to where he saw the thing glinting at the bottom of the lake.

it isn't very far for a dragon, though it will take Robin a minute more. the floor of the lake is mostly covered in large, slick stones, though some of them are shaped in such a way to suggest that they may have once been part of some building or structure, too big and evenly-sized to have occurred naturally. a pack of lake-dwelling eels slither away as the large dragon gets closer, hiding under outcroppings while smaller, plain-colored fish only panic and flutter away in random directions.

the place where the glass is sitting looks pretty obvious; several tree stumps are standing in a ring around it, rotted at the top, their bases still surprisingly well-preserved and clinging to the muck below them. pale glints of light sparkle here and there against their trunks, coming from a spot in the middle where a semi-clear piece of something has been partly wedged out from under another stone.

it's hard to tell how big it is, but it's probably about three feet across.]

[whatever hesitations or considerations Tek might have had about this little adventure, they hadn't been about the actual retrieval part of it. he knew that part would be fun. he can't remember the last time he's actually had something to do while swimming around, so being able to dive down for a little bit of treasure is a treat.

with the forehand part of his wings folded back, he uses the rest to push himself through the water, freeing up his claws to reach down and grab the hunk of glass. he technically only needs one massive paw to wrap around it, but using two gives him a better grip--with this form technically lacking opposable thumbs and all.

then, when the rest of his body follows the trajectory and settles close to the bottom of the lake, he kicks off of the stone floor with his hind legs and powers back up toward the surface again.]

[Robin really had intended on being more helpful on this little adventure, but he's only about two-thirds of the way there by the time Tek passes him going in the other direction. the cloud of disturbed silt at the bottom is enough to tell him that Tek was successful, so he spins around and follows him up to the top.

the piece of glass is lumpy, unrefined, but not all that heavy compared to Tek; he should be able to get it to the shore without a problem.]

[Tek surfaces just long enough to spot where Robin is coming up. once the pale shape of the demigod bobs into view, the dragon ducks under again. with a big hunk of glass held in his foreclaws, it's much easier to just swim underwater on his way back to the shore. ducking under again and extending his wings like before, he "flies" through the lake, leaving choppy waves behind him.

the rest of the lake is mostly still after he submerges, making it surprisingly hard to spot the massive dragon for a few moments, until he runs out of water deep enough to hide all of himself in. then, he has to move the glass into one set of talons and put his feet down to stand and walk the rest of the way... hobbling a little, as he only has three limbs free to move with.]

[Robin is quick to follow Tek along to the shore, once the immediate choppy waves have subsided, of course. he's much faster once he gets some ground to stand on, propelling himself forward until he can pull himself up and shake himself out on all four limbs again.

the glass that they pulled up is very rough, most of it covered by half-fused silt and sand... but when the sun hits the smooth top, specks of yellow and orange and greens dance over Tek's scales as if it were a prism. it's a little big to go hauling it back to the city, but they could probably figure out something...

and with the way Robin is padding along excitedly next to Tek, he might already have some ideas.]

[by the time Robin has caught up, Tek has given the hunk of glass a good shake in the water to rinse off as much silt as he can, before setting it in the sand on the shore.

he's too busy gazing into its glittering, prismatic surface to glance over at Robin as he approaches. he just grunts a question at him. 'what's next?']

[the hunk of glass looks much bigger next to Robin--the thing is probably about three feet wide and two feet tall. the demigod stretches his hand out over its flat surface, watching the points of light fleck his skin with pale colors.]

We can't carry this whole thing back... At least, not all at once.

[he tilts his head, and then cranes his neck down to look at the rough side of their find.]

Why don't we break it up? Get a couple of good chunks as a memento, maybe, and then throw the rest back into the lake.

[he looks back up at Tek with a little smile.] We can come back for those pieces later.

[with the way that Tek is looking at the boulder a little regretfully, it's probably the thought of coming back to retrieve the other pieces later that convinces him that breaking it apart isn't a terrible idea.

wrapping one set of arm-length talons around the thing and rolling it a little to the side, he rumbles thoughtfully at Robin. it will take a little consideration to realize that there aren't any real words in the question--just sounds to convey the fact that he would love to hear how exactly they're going to break the thing apart.]

[it's a perfect plan. Tek gets the satisfaction of knowing he can keep as much of the damn thing as he wants, and Robin gets an excuse for them to keep coming back to this lake together. this whole thing has been so surprisingly pleasant, aside from the parts where he was caught in a wave of death dragon energy, and the part where he got shredded against a tree. he's more than happy to pitch in some effort if they can keep it that way.]

I can do it with magic.

[he holds one of his hands out, as if he was getting ready for Tek to hand the thing over to him--probably more of a metaphorical gesture than anything.]

[it's so easy to see some of Tek's more recognizable mannerisms then, as the dragon reacts to this idea.

there's an interested hum, sounding a little impressed... and then he takes a step back to sit down contentedly in the sand. wrapping his tail daintily around him, he might as well have been his humanoid form crossing pretty high-heeled boots and waiting expectantly.

go ahead--he can't wait to watch and not help at all. he has lounging and drying off of in the sunlight to do in the meantime.]

[oh, an audience... he ducks into his own shoulders a little, just now realizing that he's going to be the center of attention, but his sudden shyness doesn't last long. it's just Tek, after all, and normally he'd love a chance to show off in front of another magical creature.

he gets close to the stone, puts his hand down on top of it, and says nothing.

this is only notable because he usually says something when he does magic. from what Tek has seen, Robin's magic needs written words and chalk circles, or some muttered prayer in that old language of his. his blood magic works without any of that, but that has been the only exception.

except for now, where the stone immediately seems to respond. the barest traces of magical aura inside of it begin to answer some unspoken call, slowly shifting and changing to fill the tiny, nearly indiscernible cracks in the glass that were left there by the impact of the lightning strike.

before the feeling of lightning can really get much purchase on the air around them, Robin gently closes his fist over the glass and the feeling of whatever is inside of it seems to die down. whatever lives in there isn't going to get out. instead, it keeps filling the material with slivers of glowing yellow that turn to veins of white, and grow and push until a crack quietly crunches through the surface of it, and then another appears, and then another. when something inside is satisfactory, Robin finally takes his hand away.

the large piece of glass crumbles at his feet, into maybe two-dozen smaller pieces, all different shapes and sizes, now inert and totally harmless.]

[aside from obviously watching the whole thing play out in front of him, the only reaction Tek offers is when even the smallest sensation of energy that matches the signature of lightning reaches him. then, spines bristle up on his neck like ruffled feathers.

he's glad when the energy falls away after that. it's also a little unnerving to feel such a thing flare up and then utterly evaporate, so what first prompts him to lean forward and peer down at the pile of glass chunks is to check and make sure that they still have that sparkling, barely-magical quality that makes them special in the first place.

he growls the words that amount to asking 'what did you do,' but he's more focused on delicately raking a couple of claws through the proportionately-tiny fragments of glass--making a cursory exploration of the results and beginning to build a plan.]

[Robin takes a couple of steps backwards to give Tek plenty of room to investigate. he knew he'd be a little suspicious. it seems like he always is, when it comes to magic.]

I asked it to break itself.

[he shrugs a little, face tilted down to observe the shards. now that the glass has been broken open, there are a lot more sharp edges and clean angles to reflect the light. blues and reds and purples scatter over his face as Tek paws through them.

from what Tek can tell, the shards do still contain that soft trace of old magic. Robin didn't kill it, or anything. he just had it to him a very big favor.]

[maybe the glass did it as thanks for being freed from the bottom of a lake. he doesn't know; inanimate objects don't listen to reason where he's from.

and after a few moments, some order developes out of his pawing of the fragments. he's picking his favorites--some large and some much smaller than is convenient for his giant paw--and scraping them into a pile.

once his selection has been made, he nods toward the whole collection with an insistent grunt. there. now, he presumes the one with opposable thumbs will do the carrying. and maybe the sinking of the remnants as well.]

Hm.

[the demigod looks down at his long, spindly hands, as if he's not sure what Tek expects him to do with them... he could probably come up with some sort of fancy magic to bring them with, but that immediately sounds like more trouble than it's worth. eventually, he looks down at his wet, ill-fitting shirt, shrugs, and peels it off.

this will work. he'll bundle up the good shards nicely, pausing to grab one from Tek's reject pile for himself. it's long, skinny. would look good on his desk, but it's equally likely he likes it because it's almost a perfect shape to stab someone with.

and then there's the rest. having no better ideas, he picks up one of their rejected shards, and... just... chucks it into the lake.

it makes a very satisfying "plunk" sound. he smiles, throws another one. it'll take him a minute, but it looks like he's having fun?]

[ha... that does look like fun. the dragon chuckles as he watches his friend chuck pieces of magical glass like a child throwing stones into the lake.

normally, he would have been more than content to just sit back and watch Robin make a fool of himself. but after a few hunks of glass land with healthy, satisfying splashes, the ripples gliding far across the surface, Tek decides that maybe a little more participation wouldn't hurt. just this once.

one big paw reaches over to scoop a few claws under several of the glass-chunks (and an inadvertent scoop of sand), carefully maneuvering them against his talons, to then be flicked out over the water.

some of them fall short and off to the side with clumsy leverage behind them, and the sand kind of sprays in a scattershot, but a couple pieces of glass get flung impressively far. it's enough for him to seem a little pleased with himself.]

[it's funny, after all the time they've spent together, there have been a lot of firsts today. his first time seeing Tek's true form, the first time he's really enjoyed being with someone in this form, and now, the first time he's seen Tek lightheartedly join in on a stupid little game of throwing stones in a lake.

so even if the initial swing is a little startling and some of the pieces get lobbed far in the wrong direction, Robin laughs and claps his pale hands in polite applause.]

Wow, good underhand...! You really got some distance on that one.

[he picks up another piece of glass, ready to try and lob it farther... but stops, suddenly, arm half-back and holding still as if he's just spotted something.

there was movement, all the way across the lake. it could have just been branches moving, but...]

[Tek probably wouldn't have noticed anything at all if Robin hadn't paused so noticeably (when you're the size of a building, it becomes much harder to care about the insignificant creatures smaller than you) and so is a little delayed in focusing his attention across the water.

the only real outward sign that he's giving it any consideration at all is a telltale flick of his tails against the sand.]

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