I... If it's okay, I would like to be friends, but... I don't understand. How can being useless not matter?
[Considering she frames her self-worth in terms of being useful, that original conversation about murdering the Atroma probably takes a much different light.]
[It is starting to make more sense… in fact, many of her actions are. She was trying to prove herself - with neither her or Beverly understanding the cultural divide between them.]
You’re a person, not a tool or a means to an end. I don’t pick my friends based on what they can do for me, but because we can trust each other and like spending time together and care about one another.
Besides, I don’t believe anyone is useless. Everybody has a talent or something they enjoy doing, even if they haven’t discovered that something yet.
I'll help you. We'll figure this out together, okay? I used to have a hard time making friends too, when I was your age. Always managed to put my foot in my mouth and upset someone.
[She gestures towards her eye, which, while not as noticeable as it was for the first couple days after her encounter with Max, is still clearly bruised.]
Somehow I don't think the person who gave me this is my number one fan right now.
[Sure he didn't do it out of maliciousness but he does keep running away from her so.]
[Her first reflex is to offer to hint down whoever did it, but she can tell that would not end how she wanted it to.]
Are you sure you don't want it healed? I'm still low-level as a healer, but I get fifteen casts of Cure, and those regenerate every time I sleep, so...
... Oh. Um. Cure is the first healing spell people learn, it is... pretty good, even if it's less effective when I use it. It's still definitely enough for a black eye. Low-level means... Low-level? I'm not good at healing magic, I'm not suited to it, but it still works, just... less effectively.
I have sixty MP as a healer and one cast of Cure costs four, and rest recovers MP just like physical stamina. It just means I can cast it a lot, even if one cast should be enough for a black eye.
[Beverly nods slowly... She still doesn't completely understand - what's MP? - but even if she doesn't have all the details, the basics seem simple enough - Nightingale's magic isn't inexhaustible and she has to ration how and when she uses it.
There's still some hesitation on Beverly's part to accept the offer. Magic, after all, is not something she's used to. But if they're going to start showing trust for one another, where better to start?]
[Where she was wearing her normal purple magical girl costume, without any apparent movement, suddenly her clothes are different- a blue and white robe, and holding a wooden staff with one end branching out into a cloud of twigs.
And then she waves the staff, and Beverly is covered for a moment in green sparkles that restore her HP and then vanish.]
[It all happens too quickly and Beverly stands stunned for a moment, less at the result and more of the spectacle of it all. Instant healing she has had experience with - thanks to John, she's died and come back to life - but that was a much quieter thing.
As the sparkles settle, she reaches up a hand to her face, gently probing the area around her formerly injured eye.]
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[Considering she frames her self-worth in terms of being useful, that original conversation about murdering the Atroma probably takes a much different light.]
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You’re a person, not a tool or a means to an end. I don’t pick my friends based on what they can do for me, but because we can trust each other and like spending time together and care about one another.
Besides, I don’t believe anyone is useless. Everybody has a talent or something they enjoy doing, even if they haven’t discovered that something yet.
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I'm sorry. I'm... not good at being friends. I don't know how, or what I'm supposed to do, or say or not say. So...
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You did? But you're... I mean, I thought everyone around here likes you. You're good with people.
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Trust me, not everyone here likes me.
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Somehow I don't think the person who gave me this is my number one fan right now.
[Sure he didn't do it out of maliciousness but he does keep running away from her so.]
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[Her first reflex is to offer to hint down whoever did it, but she can tell that would not end how she wanted it to.]
Are you sure you don't want it healed? I'm still low-level as a healer, but I get fifteen casts of Cure, and those regenerate every time I sleep, so...
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She squints in confusion.]
I don't... really know what any of that means.
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I have sixty MP as a healer and one cast of Cure costs four, and rest recovers MP just like physical stamina. It just means I can cast it a lot, even if one cast should be enough for a black eye.
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There's still some hesitation on Beverly's part to accept the offer. Magic, after all, is not something she's used to. But if they're going to start showing trust for one another, where better to start?]
Do you need me to do anything, to prepare?
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[Where she was wearing her normal purple magical girl costume, without any apparent movement, suddenly her clothes are different- a blue and white robe, and holding a wooden staff with one end branching out into a cloud of twigs.
And then she waves the staff, and Beverly is covered for a moment in green sparkles that restore her HP and then vanish.]
See?
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As the sparkles settle, she reaches up a hand to her face, gently probing the area around her formerly injured eye.]
Thank you.
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[she sounds so proud of herself, honestly.]
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[She sounds so casual about that.]
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Well I'm afraid I don't have that ability, so you'll have to be patient with me.
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[Read: She obsesses over every tiny detail of everything she ever does in absolute terror that it's less than perfect.]
Though I only know enough about my own world's magic to teach about that, really. And a little bit about Swan's, but his was crazy.