[It's not surprising news, to hear that this is the final step. But Solomon seems composed enough as takes his time to slip through the crowd and tap as many as he can. Do you have that fall-damage charm that Ginger and Solomon made for everyone? He will ask to see it, if so, with a lift of his finger to his lips.]
I wouldn't be in the position I'm in if I couldn't trace magical signatures to strange places. But I need a beacon to look for.
[As in: Yes, Solomon is offering to do some world-hopping research, but he needs something magical to either tie him to you, or tie you to him.
No promises, he says. But he will try.
He is also specifically looking for Akira. You have something he needs, before he leaves, kiddo.
--
Once he's spoken to everyone, and spent some time alone with those that request it, Solomon for once makes no show of it when it comes to his departure. It is the clothes on his back, the items in his pockets, those charms that have been gifted to him, and nothing else.
It doesn't stop the ache at turning back to settle on familiar faces, even if he's deceptively good at hiding it. But its moments like these he needs to cherish, while he still can. Let him ache for the loss of the momentary, the loss of connection and compainionship. Let him ache for how sudden this departure must be, unable to drift and let time slowly rip the bandage.
...]
Believe that our connections will transcend time. Don't lose your hopes now, mm? A checkpoint like this isn't the finish line for everything. And your powers, your worth, your sense of belonging... they do not start and end here, even if things must change.
[He chuckles lightly, head tilting slightly.]
I'll find you soon, little lambs. Just keep calling.
Okay?
[His hand lifts, a bare wave, before he swings his cape and steps out onto the magical circle with little more than a nod towards Oz.
It's as the light starts to flash that the sorcerer gives a sweeping bow, mere moments before he's swept off and away.
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I wouldn't be in the position I'm in if I couldn't trace magical signatures to strange places. But I need a beacon to look for.
[As in: Yes, Solomon is offering to do some world-hopping research, but he needs something magical to either tie him to you, or tie you to him.
No promises, he says. But he will try.
He is also specifically looking for Akira. You have something he needs, before he leaves, kiddo.
--
Once he's spoken to everyone, and spent some time alone with those that request it, Solomon for once makes no show of it when it comes to his departure. It is the clothes on his back, the items in his pockets, those charms that have been gifted to him, and nothing else.
It doesn't stop the ache at turning back to settle on familiar faces, even if he's deceptively good at hiding it. But its moments like these he needs to cherish, while he still can. Let him ache for the loss of the momentary, the loss of connection and compainionship. Let him ache for how sudden this departure must be, unable to drift and let time slowly rip the bandage.
...]
Believe that our connections will transcend time. Don't lose your hopes now, mm? A checkpoint like this isn't the finish line for everything. And your powers, your worth, your sense of belonging... they do not start and end here, even if things must change.
[He chuckles lightly, head tilting slightly.]
I'll find you soon, little lambs. Just keep calling.
Okay?
[His hand lifts, a bare wave, before he swings his cape and steps out onto the magical circle with little more than a nod towards Oz.
It's as the light starts to flash that the sorcerer gives a sweeping bow, mere moments before he's swept off and away.
A fabulous performance, by one and by all.]