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[digiorno]

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[digiorno]

[Look, in fairness to Fugo there, he did ask if Mista would go to the hospital. One can only be as smart as the stupidest wheel allows. Under the circumstances, the duct tape and staple solution was a clever one. According to Giorno, who is biased.]

Not everyone is responsible, unfortunately.

[Quiet and amused.]

And not everyone here has lived through the sorts of dangers we might be used to. The average person might take their own physical safety for granted . . . at least until they'd been here a while.

[unholey]

[During Zelda's rant, the arm that Giorno claimed goes tight and tense with nerves; it slowly relaxes as it becomes clear that Zelda's frustration is directed at the group at large. Honestly, he agrees with her. It is short-sighted to ignore easily accessible medical knowledge, especially given the overall uncertainty of their current environment.]

Even so, you'd think coming here would be a rude awakening. [But that's-- almost neither here nor there, because now there's an offer on the table. Of lessons? Or at least advice.] Anything you have to pass along would be helpful. I'm not-- [He sighs, sounding a little frustrated.] Our world doesn't have magic. I know I can adapt, but the mindset is completely foreign to me.

[Case in point: how can Giorno become a fruit bat. Where does his mass go. Where does his brain go. Don't worry about it, is what Giorno has said, but he can't help but worry about it. Magic doesn't make sense and, oh, he hates it.]

[sageprincess]

Oh? I thought--

[She glances to Giorno then, seemingly surprised to hear that their world isn't one with magic. He... said he could heal, back home? Is that something he doesn't tell people usually? There's a clear moment of something not clicking right in her mind, but she decides she's probably better off biting her tongue, just in case.

... But now there are two Giorno-adjacent people mildly preoccupied with things that don't make sense.]

It... does take some acclimation, even for those who have wielded magic before. But fortunately this world's systems are... flexible, to an extent. There are many approaches to creating any kind of effect; it will just be a matter of finding the one that comes most naturally to you. I know there is at least one group that crafts illusions through music, for example.

[digiorno]

[Oh. She made an assumption, then? A frisson of surprise and then understanding. After some thought, he gives a one-shouldered shrug.]

No magic, no. Other things. I can tell you more later if you'd like. [Although he glances at Fugo. Not about Purple Haze, obviously, but — how much does he hate this idea?]

[He lets out an interested sound, though, at that idea.] That must be so fiddly. Writing a whole, what are they — etude? — for a single illusion. A beautiful idea, though.

[unholey]

[Fugo's ears turn red, embarrassed to be caught in something that's not quite a lie-- but isn't really the truth either. Stands aren't magic. They often defy explanation, but there's nothing magical about them. When did Giorno tell Zelda about them? How much does she know? He bites his cheek and, rather than blurting out any more stupid comments about Stands, forces his thoughts to the other subject of their conversation.]

... you could probably do it the other way around. Create an illusion based on a piece of music that has already been composed. Either way, I suppose that's-- reassuring.