[If Basil had to compare Noah to someone...it would definitely be Kel. Kel is this same level of energetic and friendly, able to make friends with pretty much anyone instantly. Basil...is not that type of person, and had gotten lucky that day Aubrey met him at school and decided to introduce him to the rest of their friends. He's pretty sure he wouldn't have had any if it weren't for that.
A lot of things wouldn't have happened if it weren't for that, actually.
He blinks, looking up from his work when Noah comments on it. He'd been trying his best to keep going, but it's a bit harder knowing he's being watched. He'd been trying to tie the same knot for like...a whole minute, fumbling it and making it even worse the longer he knew he was fucking it up in front of him.]
[Noah gets the feeling of fucking up because someone's watching you (can't count the number of times he's dropped his tarot cards or his dice just because of performance anxiety), and yet he unhelpfully doesn't look away. It's just big blue eyes staring at Basil while he happily takes in the scene, unperturbed by the fumbling.]
Can you make flower crowns? I've always wanted to try it, personally. I never had time. I wish there were flowers here to do it with... maybe there's a rose bush or something around? Can you do it out of roses, or are the thorns too sharp?
[Basil nods a little aas he looks back down at the grass between his fingers, trying not to let those big ol eyes staring at him get to him. He doesn't even know this guy, so he has no reason to need to impress him or anything...yet he's also trying extremely hard not to mess up, and failing. So. Good times all around.]
U-um...probably not with roses, no.
[Because of the thorns, yes.]
The stems aren't really flexible enough, even if they didn't have thorns. It work's better with things like...daisies.
[Noah makes an oooh of interest, adjusting his position now so that he's sitting criss-cross in the grass. Locking his hands around his ankles, he rocks back a bit, effectively balancing on his tailbone.]
You seem to know a lot about plants. I have a friend back home who's really good at alchemy — well... I don't know her that well, [this is the route where Noah didn't really get to know Yuria, RIP,] so maybe acquaintance is best. Oh! And there were alchemy classes at the school I went to, but I wasn't all that great at them. What I'm saying is, you probably know more than me!
[...Noah, that sentence just took like five different turns, and it never actually reached a destination. Regardless though, this guy...Basil can't help but smile a little. Maybe his enthusiasm is infectious, or maybe he's just funny to him, who knows. Whatever the case, it's a nicer expression than the worried frown he'd been carrying a few moments ago.]
Well...I do like plants a lot. I do a bit of gardening, so I've learned a lot about the different types of flowers I grow...otherwise I wouldn't be able to take care of them properly.
[...]
I don't really know anything about Alchemy, though...
Noah's mouth: I saw a plant once. Alchemy exists. I have no friends. You're so smart Basil :)
So anyway,]
Oh! If you like flowers, you would've probably liked this flower that grew on Moonlight Hill back home. It's called a Moonflower. They look like... Uh.
[Problem with Elrian flowers is how the fuck do you explain them.]
Here, I'll just show you!
[Well, as best he can, anyway. Noah glances around like he's doing something Super Sneaky before he holds his hand out to Basil, palm facing skyward, and in his hand forms a colourful array of stars on a mini night sky. Said array forms itself into an outline of a flower, glowing softly even in the ever-permanent evening light.]
My friend— acquaintance, I mean— distilled it into a cure for poison.
...
Not this, I mean— the actual flower. Man, I wish I had one. They glowed at night!
[At some point during his scare at the lake, Basil had to come to accept one of two things. Either what is happening here is some elaborate dream he's having in his last moments, or...he's just dreaming period, including what happened with Aubrey. Because how else can he explain getting here in the first place? Everything about this park screams of things that don't exist- magical, mystical things- and what Noah is suddenly showing him now is included in that, he's certain.
Nevertheless, it doesn't stop him from finding himself amazed by what he sees. It's hard not to, with the way he suddenly just produces a field of stars in his palm like it's just a thing to do. Basil completely forgets the braid he was making, his hands lowering to rest loosely in his lap as he looks at the flower of stars Noah has created.
And the funny thing is, Moonflowers exist. Basil has seen them with his own eyes. That, though...he's pretty sure isn't the same as the variety he's used to.]
It...it's pretty.
[He's quiet for a moment, part of him tempted to reach out to try and see if he can touch the outline, or if his fingers might phase through. In the end he decides against it, keeping his hand to himself.]
[YESSSS he loves fascinating people with his magic! As someone who is literally the epitome of ✨✨✨, he loves the spotlight. This... Is not the place to have spotlight, as he was told in no uncertain words that the entity running the park hates the night sky and that makes Noah a direct threat to the peace, but uh. Here he is. Doing his thing.
It made Basil look a little happier, though, and to him, that's worth it.]
Uh-huh! Well, not in this form — this is just a little spell so I could show you what I mean. I figured since you like flowers and all... If I ever saw a Moonflower here, I'd come find you and show you it. Or any other flowers, I guess.
[Noah, please do not have the ire of the park owner descend upon them because honestly Basil absolutely cannot handle that kind of pressure right now!!!]
[Noah dismisses his little spell by closing his fingers around it. It snuffs out akin to a very sparkly flame, tiny stars blinking and then disappearing from sight.]
[Basil has to shake his head no at that, looking a little sheepish somehow despite not knowing magic arguably being the more reasonable of the two options here.]
N-no...magic doesn't really exist where I'm from. It's all pretend.
[Make believe, made up, fairytales...it's exactly why he's taking comfort in the fact that what's happening right now probably isn't real.
[At first, it seems like an interesting prospect. He's not exactly having a great time, and this would be a fun little distraction to hopefully keep his wandering thoughts busy.
But then Noah mentions that it's magic, and...Basil hesitates, bringing his hands nervously towards his midriff.]
[Well technically if he pulls out a certain tarot card you might get an atk buff—]
Hard to explain! I've just found that I feel like I can read Fate better if I toss in a bit of celestial magic to go with it. [His eyes will start glowing and Basil will have to deal with that.] It's sort of like... mm... most people rely fully on their instincts with these things, right? I've always relied on that, plus a tiny bit of divination magic to help.
[He leans in almost conspiratorially and whispers,] But the secret is that I can't actually see the future or the past. I can read it, but I can't get exact insight into what's happening.
[And then, louder,] I've still been told that my readings are "uncanny", though. So! Wanna try it?
[Noah...doesn't seem like the type who would lie. Nor does Basil seem like the type who would harbor any kinds of interesting secrets that Noah might learn by looking into his past or future. Yet, even with that reassurance, it is...scary. And he's not sure how he feels about entertaining this, much less actually allowing it.
But how is that going to look if he says no? Very weird, he imagines. It might raise even more questions unnecessarily, and that...won't do.
He's stressed. So much has happened today that he can't think. Doesn't want to think.
In the end, he ends up answering before he's even sure if it's the right thing to do.]
[Noah's always excited to read more fortunes! It's almost like this was his entire job and that he normally has no fucking money haha—
Anyway! Just the confirmation is good, but it's not enough information to go off of. So, rocking back on his tailbone again, he cheerfully asks,]
So, what do you want to know? Something about money? A career? Love? [Those are the standard ones he gets, anyway.] Or did you want to go simple and just give me your birthdate so I can rattle off your horoscope?
[Noah reaches into his pocket and pulls out a deck of cards. His tarot cards are considerably non-traditional from other world's variations, so one of the cards is, in fact, labelled Aquarius; he holds the card out for Basil to see. It's an artful depiction of the constellation itself, labelled thus, with the number "II" next to the name.]
By nature, Aquarians are dedicated to perfection, but they can be quiet and introspective, too. Aaaaand, your daily horoscope iiiis...
[As stated, Noah tends to throw the tiniest bit of magic in with his divination. As he gestures with his hands, his eyes flash gold momentarily before settling back into their normal blue.]
Hm~. You're tired today, aren't you? That's because you've been extremely active for the last few weeks — before getting here, probably. Your horoscope today says you'll meet someone new. Wonder who it could be?
[Basil listens quietly to Noah's interpretation of his horoscope, and honestly it sounds like your usual fare. Aquarians are this and that, probably pulled from a list of prepackaged words...
He worries the edge of his sweater as Noah continues, glancing down into his lap...and then back up, his brows upturned.]
[Probably! Noah might have made up the horoscope on the spot. Or... perhaps he really did tap into some higher power for a moment there? Unclear.]
Correct! And probably many other people here if you haven't already. If you like plants, you'd like Shiemi. If you like singing, Mafuyu and Kanade are in a band. Aaaand if you like boys with winning smiles, you'd like me~!
Y'know, I never was, either. Those kinds of things take practice. I used to be a pretty abrasive kid and pushed a lot of people away, so that wasn't doing me any favours. Once you get used to people, though, it gets easier.
...
Besides, I think you're doing a pretty good job so far!
[If you can consider meeting one (1) singular person doing a good job, anyway...
By now, Basil has calmed down just enough to pick up that blade of grass he'd been braiding again, though by now he's almost reached the end of its length. He's not even sure what he plans on doing with it once he's done, if anything.]
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A lot of things wouldn't have happened if it weren't for that, actually.
He blinks, looking up from his work when Noah comments on it. He'd been trying his best to keep going, but it's a bit harder knowing he's being watched. He'd been trying to tie the same knot for like...a whole minute, fumbling it and making it even worse the longer he knew he was fucking it up in front of him.]
Oh...thank you. It can be, yes.
[He had to be taught how, after all.]
It's...easier to do with flowers.
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Can you make flower crowns? I've always wanted to try it, personally. I never had time. I wish there were flowers here to do it with... maybe there's a rose bush or something around? Can you do it out of roses, or are the thorns too sharp?
[There goes the question bomb—]
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U-um...probably not with roses, no.
[Because of the thorns, yes.]
The stems aren't really flexible enough, even if they didn't have thorns. It work's better with things like...daisies.
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You seem to know a lot about plants. I have a friend back home who's really good at alchemy — well... I don't know her that well, [this is the route where Noah didn't really get to know Yuria, RIP,] so maybe acquaintance is best. Oh! And there were alchemy classes at the school I went to, but I wasn't all that great at them. What I'm saying is, you probably know more than me!
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Well...I do like plants a lot. I do a bit of gardening, so I've learned a lot about the different types of flowers I grow...otherwise I wouldn't be able to take care of them properly.
[...]
I don't really know anything about Alchemy, though...
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Noah's mouth: I saw a plant once. Alchemy exists. I have no friends. You're so smart Basil :)
So anyway,]
Oh! If you like flowers, you would've probably liked this flower that grew on Moonlight Hill back home. It's called a Moonflower. They look like... Uh.
[Problem with Elrian flowers is how the fuck do you explain them.]
Here, I'll just show you!
[Well, as best he can, anyway. Noah glances around like he's doing something Super Sneaky before he holds his hand out to Basil, palm facing skyward, and in his hand forms a colourful array of stars on a mini night sky. Said array forms itself into an outline of a flower, glowing softly even in the ever-permanent evening light.]
My friend— acquaintance, I mean— distilled it into a cure for poison.
...
Not this, I mean— the actual flower. Man, I wish I had one. They glowed at night!
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[At some point during his scare at the lake, Basil had to come to accept one of two things. Either what is happening here is some elaborate dream he's having in his last moments, or...he's just dreaming period, including what happened with Aubrey. Because how else can he explain getting here in the first place? Everything about this park screams of things that don't exist- magical, mystical things- and what Noah is suddenly showing him now is included in that, he's certain.
Nevertheless, it doesn't stop him from finding himself amazed by what he sees. It's hard not to, with the way he suddenly just produces a field of stars in his palm like it's just a thing to do. Basil completely forgets the braid he was making, his hands lowering to rest loosely in his lap as he looks at the flower of stars Noah has created.
And the funny thing is, Moonflowers exist. Basil has seen them with his own eyes. That, though...he's pretty sure isn't the same as the variety he's used to.]
It...it's pretty.
[He's quiet for a moment, part of him tempted to reach out to try and see if he can touch the outline, or if his fingers might phase through. In the end he decides against it, keeping his hand to himself.]
...does it really exist? It's actually...real?
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It made Basil look a little happier, though, and to him, that's worth it.]
Uh-huh! Well, not in this form — this is just a little spell so I could show you what I mean. I figured since you like flowers and all... If I ever saw a Moonflower here, I'd come find you and show you it. Or any other flowers, I guess.
[He'll be on the lookout now for daisies.]
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A spell...so it's magic?
[Yep, he's definitely dreaming.]
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[Noah dismisses his little spell by closing his fingers around it. It snuffs out akin to a very sparkly flame, tiny stars blinking and then disappearing from sight.]
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N-no...magic doesn't really exist where I'm from. It's all pretend.
[Make believe, made up, fairytales...it's exactly why he's taking comfort in the fact that what's happening right now probably isn't real.
Probably.]
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[No offense.]
Is fortune-telling something your world has? Or is that made up, too?
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[You have some people who swear by it, and others who think it's just all fake...which probably isn't the answer Noah was hoping to hear.]
I've never had my fortune told or anything, but...I would give it a chance, maybe.
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[Other than talking people's ears off.]
So! You want a reading? I have tarot cards and stella dice, but I can also tell you your horoscope if you give me your birthday~!
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But then Noah mentions that it's magic, and...Basil hesitates, bringing his hands nervously towards his midriff.]
How...how is it magic, exactly...?
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Hard to explain! I've just found that I feel like I can read Fate better if I toss in a bit of celestial magic to go with it. [His eyes will start glowing and Basil will have to deal with that.] It's sort of like... mm... most people rely fully on their instincts with these things, right? I've always relied on that, plus a tiny bit of divination magic to help.
[He leans in almost conspiratorially and whispers,] But the secret is that I can't actually see the future or the past. I can read it, but I can't get exact insight into what's happening.
[And then, louder,] I've still been told that my readings are "uncanny", though. So! Wanna try it?
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But how is that going to look if he says no? Very weird, he imagines. It might raise even more questions unnecessarily, and that...won't do.
He's stressed. So much has happened today that he can't think. Doesn't want to think.
In the end, he ends up answering before he's even sure if it's the right thing to do.]
I...I guess that would be okay......
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Anyway! Just the confirmation is good, but it's not enough information to go off of. So, rocking back on his tailbone again, he cheerfully asks,]
So, what do you want to know? Something about money? A career? Love? [Those are the standard ones he gets, anyway.] Or did you want to go simple and just give me your birthdate so I can rattle off your horoscope?
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...my birthday is...February 18th.
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[Noah reaches into his pocket and pulls out a deck of cards. His tarot cards are considerably non-traditional from other world's variations, so one of the cards is, in fact, labelled Aquarius; he holds the card out for Basil to see. It's an artful depiction of the constellation itself, labelled thus, with the number "II" next to the name.]
By nature, Aquarians are dedicated to perfection, but they can be quiet and introspective, too. Aaaaand, your daily horoscope iiiis...
[As stated, Noah tends to throw the tiniest bit of magic in with his divination. As he gestures with his hands, his eyes flash gold momentarily before settling back into their normal blue.]
Hm~. You're tired today, aren't you? That's because you've been extremely active for the last few weeks — before getting here, probably. Your horoscope today says you'll meet someone new. Wonder who it could be?
[He grins. Wonder who indeed.]
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He worries the edge of his sweater as Noah continues, glancing down into his lap...and then back up, his brows upturned.]
Is...is it you?
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Correct! And probably many other people here if you haven't already. If you like plants, you'd like Shiemi. If you like singing, Mafuyu and Kanade are in a band. Aaaand if you like boys with winning smiles, you'd like me~!
[(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧]
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W-well I...I'm not really that good at making friends...
[...]
But...you seem really nice.
[And helplessly charming to the point where it's almost stressful, like damn]
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...
Besides, I think you're doing a pretty good job so far!
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By now, Basil has calmed down just enough to pick up that blade of grass he'd been braiding again, though by now he's almost reached the end of its length. He's not even sure what he plans on doing with it once he's done, if anything.]
Abrasive? You could have fooled me...
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