He grimaces briefly, almost instinctively, as the being calls them demons, only to have to examine his reaction a moment later. The living using the word can influence spirits, but would creatures of the Fade experience such a shift? That's a question he's not sure that he's ever seen or heard explored. Emmrich sorely wished he had a notebook that could transfer notes from Fade to the walking world.
"No more than a few days?" Emmrich echoes, sounding surprised. The being is very well-studied; its reactions would be fully convincing anywhere else. He's strongly reminded of tales of Imshael, but to the best of his knowledge that Desire spirit did not try to hide what they were.
They also easily drop 'charming.' Would an ancient Charm spirit tell its target what it is? On second thought, one might. It could be confident enough, especially as Emmrich can't deny that he's fascinated.
So. A Charm spirit who has chosen to play at being Hawke. To what end? Possession seems far too basic for this, or traditional possession does, at least. The warped form of your typical abomination serves neither the possessed nor the possesser. Unless it's aware of Lucanis' situation, and is looking for something like that.
Potentially-Charm continues and Emmrich blinks at them, thrown. He doesn't know how to respond. Rook's denial is a constant, worrying situation. This, though. Even with 'Hawke' being a facade, Emmrich doesn't want to say something that would hurt the real one. Charm is convincing.
"We do have books in Nevarra." Emmrich says slowly. "I'd even suggest it would be exceedingly difficult to be a professor without books, though perhaps one could manage if their course was purely practical."
Only after speaking does he catch what's being suggested, that he's the Fade being here. His smile returns, and amusement fills his expression. There's a hole in this whole story here now, a clear one. Why would Charm, or something similar, mention Hawke and then play surprised when Emmrich recognized the name?
"And come, Charm. You give a name, construct a setting that's a mix of Ferelden and Free Marches, and then act surprised that I'm catching your references?" Even if he's off a little with the guess, making it will serve him. Emmrich holds out a hand and materializes a cup of tea on a saucer. He leans back, feeling slight, potentially unearned confidence, and sips the substance that's more scent than anything else. "Why did you send the armor?"
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"No more than a few days?" Emmrich echoes, sounding surprised. The being is very well-studied; its reactions would be fully convincing anywhere else. He's strongly reminded of tales of Imshael, but to the best of his knowledge that Desire spirit did not try to hide what they were.
They also easily drop 'charming.' Would an ancient Charm spirit tell its target what it is? On second thought, one might. It could be confident enough, especially as Emmrich can't deny that he's fascinated.
So. A Charm spirit who has chosen to play at being Hawke. To what end? Possession seems far too basic for this, or traditional possession does, at least. The warped form of your typical abomination serves neither the possessed nor the possesser. Unless it's aware of Lucanis' situation, and is looking for something like that.
Potentially-Charm continues and Emmrich blinks at them, thrown. He doesn't know how to respond. Rook's denial is a constant, worrying situation. This, though. Even with 'Hawke' being a facade, Emmrich doesn't want to say something that would hurt the real one. Charm is convincing.
"We do have books in Nevarra." Emmrich says slowly. "I'd even suggest it would be exceedingly difficult to be a professor without books, though perhaps one could manage if their course was purely practical."
Only after speaking does he catch what's being suggested, that he's the Fade being here. His smile returns, and amusement fills his expression. There's a hole in this whole story here now, a clear one. Why would Charm, or something similar, mention Hawke and then play surprised when Emmrich recognized the name?
"And come, Charm. You give a name, construct a setting that's a mix of Ferelden and Free Marches, and then act surprised that I'm catching your references?" Even if he's off a little with the guess, making it will serve him. Emmrich holds out a hand and materializes a cup of tea on a saucer. He leans back, feeling slight, potentially unearned confidence, and sips the substance that's more scent than anything else. "Why did you send the armor?"