[ Strictly from his own world, 'wizard' is a job title, he'd figure, for a tech guru working for a megacorp. Seems like the kind of bullshit they'd pull. His six months in a different world gave him a different definition, though, even if the term 'mage' would be more familiar. So when Palamedes says necromancer, V's expression isn't lost.
He looks a bit crestfallen, briefly, mixed in with the kind of curiosity that's hard to dampen. ]
You're a mage? I mean...uh, yeah. Dated a necromancer, for a time.
[ Of course, it's real hard to date across the multiverse and V's seen no sight nor sound from anybody he knew from either home or Malachite's world. Not that he's trying to bring the mood down, so he offers out his hand for inspection. ]
Ever get a door jammed? Give me a call.
[ Which is a flimsy cover for the fact he's clearly thinking about something that's troubling him but not quite ready to share it. ]
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He looks a bit crestfallen, briefly, mixed in with the kind of curiosity that's hard to dampen. ]
You're a mage? I mean...uh, yeah. Dated a necromancer, for a time.
[ Of course, it's real hard to date across the multiverse and V's seen no sight nor sound from anybody he knew from either home or Malachite's world. Not that he's trying to bring the mood down, so he offers out his hand for inspection. ]
Ever get a door jammed? Give me a call.
[ Which is a flimsy cover for the fact he's clearly thinking about something that's troubling him but not quite ready to share it. ]