Clef had of course come back to help. But until he knew what he was supposed to help with, he had retired to his usual place in the library to study up on chaos magic and Storms. After all, those from Naut should have an advantage here.
He was so lost in his studying that he didn't seem to notice that the pen he always uses, the one his son made for him, was now outlined in the same colours as his usual shield, and that all of his books and notes and his staff were all lined in a rich parchment colour. As for the mage himself, he was lined in a shining bright white.
Someone's ego might be showing more obviously than usual. But of all the things lined in coulurs by the minimage, only one thing is lined in colours he associates with protection. His pen. Because that was given to him by someone he loves more than he has ever loved anyone else before. His son.
Layer 2 Woe to those who enter the library... for Clef is ready to talk through his findings. He will babble. A lot. On a very technical level. About Storms and Chaos as an element, and other elemental affinities. And any other topic that comes to mind. He really is well versed on a number of subjects....
Layer 3 With most people this one will be simple enough for Clef. He's somewhere between actively indifferent and mildly appreciate of most of the other people on the Train. There are exceptions of course. Link most of all. But also Leia, Shadow, Zelda... They might get a bit more emotion than they are used to from the miniature mage. And a lot more articulation of emotions. Of course he still isn't the best at understanding how to put his own emotions into words. Well, okay. To be fair he isn't the best at understanding emotions. Full stop.
Layer 4 He's been studying how not to lose himself in a Storm, how to reconnect with his son when Link went missing. All manner of interesting topics. And now he had a way to put them all together. A gift to make for his son. A tether so that if one of them left the Train the other would follow. Or maybe the one that remained would anchor the other. He wasn't sure yet, maybe Leia could help him figure out a safe testing environment. He'd have asked the Doctor but the poor man seems to have hit his head or something.
So anyone venturing into the library could find him creating a tether. It has a physical component as a base, though that will be gone by the final model. Until then, you might want to ignore how much it looks like a bright green and gold leash....
Or, perhaps later, he is working on something for the train as a whole. You might come in to find him tinkering with a huge machine over his head, floating under it, guiding tools to do their job like a competent version of Mickey Mouse in Yensid's hat....
Eye of the storm Someone will be throwing a metric ton of magical energy into trying to stabilize as much of the Train as he can. And the stress of trying to do so much is finally starting to show. He is down on one knee on his rock, staff held planted in the stone before him as his shoulders shake with effort, as if what he was doing was physical rather than magical....
Clef | CW: You may be bored to tears, he hasn't paid the phone bill in three hundred... er.... um...
Layer 1
Clef had of course come back to help. But until he knew what he was supposed to help with, he had retired to his usual place in the library to study up on chaos magic and Storms. After all, those from Naut should have an advantage here.
He was so lost in his studying that he didn't seem to notice that the pen he always uses, the one his son made for him, was now outlined in the same colours as his usual shield, and that all of his books and notes and his staff were all lined in a rich parchment colour. As for the mage himself, he was lined in a shining bright white.
Someone's ego might be showing more obviously than usual. But of all the things lined in coulurs by the minimage, only one thing is lined in colours he associates with protection. His pen. Because that was given to him by someone he loves more than he has ever loved anyone else before. His son.
Layer 2
Woe to those who enter the library... for Clef is ready to talk through his findings. He will babble. A lot. On a very technical level. About Storms and Chaos as an element, and other elemental affinities. And any other topic that comes to mind. He really is well versed on a number of subjects....
Layer 3
With most people this one will be simple enough for Clef. He's somewhere between actively indifferent and mildly appreciate of most of the other people on the Train. There are exceptions of course. Link most of all. But also Leia, Shadow, Zelda... They might get a bit more emotion than they are used to from the miniature mage. And a lot more articulation of emotions. Of course he still isn't the best at understanding how to put his own emotions into words. Well, okay. To be fair he isn't the best at understanding emotions. Full stop.
Layer 4
He's been studying how not to lose himself in a Storm, how to reconnect with his son when Link went missing. All manner of interesting topics. And now he had a way to put them all together. A gift to make for his son. A tether so that if one of them left the Train the other would follow. Or maybe the one that remained would anchor the other. He wasn't sure yet, maybe Leia could help him figure out a safe testing environment. He'd have asked the Doctor but the poor man seems to have hit his head or something.
So anyone venturing into the library could find him creating a tether. It has a physical component as a base, though that will be gone by the final model. Until then, you might want to ignore how much it looks like a bright green and gold leash....
Or, perhaps later, he is working on something for the train as a whole. You might come in to find him tinkering with a huge machine over his head, floating under it, guiding tools to do their job like a competent version of Mickey Mouse in Yensid's hat....
Eye of the storm
Someone will be throwing a metric ton of magical energy into trying to stabilize as much of the Train as he can. And the stress of trying to do so much is finally starting to show. He is down on one knee on his rock, staff held planted in the stone before him as his shoulders shake with effort, as if what he was doing was physical rather than magical....