-he doesn't seem that physically tired just yet, though he does seem incredibly focused-
-he has paused for a moment, letting out a large sigh, circling around again-
I'm impressed at how long you've kept this up- -his eyes widen for a moment- Ah- but I'm afraid this is where I will allow my compatriots to have their fare share. -he steps back, sheathing his sword-
Mm. I would not say Caster is a good name, personally. Reminds me too much of those- slurs that Witch-hunters would sling at good honest Magi, back in the old days.
Caster conjures up in my mind, a magician who is no scholar, but a trickster and a mere performer, throwing out miracles from his wrists like parlor tricks with no respect for the refinery of research and true beauty of the magician's way.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postDifference of opinion, or difference of experience...
I prefer the title of Magi. Its' the mark of a wise man, or woman.
Regardless, it is a subjective matter. As are a lot of words that do not relate to qualities.
-Assassin, whilst letting his many Highwaymen minions attack Leo, does notice the cosplayer and just mouths "What in the fuck" whilst open eyed and slack-jawed- What do you mean- retreat? We can- no, size of a person does not matter, we'd be able to win-
-Leo seems remarkably able to hold off being surrounded, moving just faster than a person should be able to-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-sighs- Qualities exist in amounts, our perceptions of them can vary, and be expressed in subjective matters, but you can still perceive qualities.
I can feel a knife and say whether it is sharp, or blunt. I can perceive how much the presence of sharpness as a quality is there, using my fingers.
What you're probably thinking of are aesthetic things like beauty which are completely subjective, and are parts of our perception. And perceptions are always subjective.
-Assassin seems to be talking to himself, beneath his breath facing away from them- But Master- yes- I know- we're vulnerable if we- no we can win this they're not interfering-
-he straightens up for a moment, sighing- Very well, Master...
-he holds up a hand- Move out!
-the rest of the Highwaymen stop their attack and start to flee into the bushes-
What the-? -just standing there with the sword out, his face looking a bit worn out-
My master's a bloody coward and used his last command to force a retreat when he saw your gigantic friend here- but we'll meet again someday, I promise you that. -he follows suit with his merry band of miscreants-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMay be sporadic, may not be
(Miyu heads up to the roof)
(sitting a conveniently placed chair, she sighs, looking like she had just undergone physical exercise or some shit)
(nonetheless, thinking she's alone up there, she starts just scanning the front yard with her eyes)
(Clarice, meanwhile, is down in the basement)
(yogging on a treadmill, invigorated by the feeling of exercise)
-Leo just stands where he is, utterly confused, before sitting beside a tree and falling asleep almost instantly-
The knife is sharp in relation to the quality of sharpness itself.
Knives are typically thought to be sharp, which is why it is easy to use a knife as a catalyst to sharpen itself using magic.
Thus when it is a good knife, it is a sharp one. Therefore sharpness can be seen as an intrinsic quality of a working knife.
It can be sharp in relation to other knives of course, but the point remains. One can't argue if something is sharp, one can only argue on how much they perceive it as being sharp.
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-Shrugs-
It's fine.