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TAAKO

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@fromTV

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Pâtissier

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"You've got Taako. I'm too busy to take your call right now, leave a message."

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voice; @wingingit

[volitaunt]

Hey.

[ DOES POE SOUND NERVOUS? He definitely sounds nervous. ]

So.

[ ..... ]

I've been thinking about the bird thing.

[spellslots]

Sup.

[Taako is very good at phones, though his is definitely on speaker, judging by the slightly echoey quality.]

You have, huh? [Unlike Poe's nervousness, Taako just seems amused.] How's that thinking been going for ya?

[volitaunt]

[ Poe exhales the way he would immediately before taking a particularly tough shot from his X-wing. ]

Can we do it? I mean, can you--will you do it. Please.

[spellslots]

[Taako wants to laugh, but instead he makes a thoughtful sound, as if weighing this up, despite the fact he literally offered not that long ago.]

I have one condition, you're gonna owe me a favor.

[He can't decide what he wants, but it's also good to be owed something.]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe would you stop for a second and think about th-- ]

Okay.

[ Sure, fine, do what you want. ]

[spellslots]

Someone oughta warn you about making deals with things with fae blood.

[He's just teasing; it'll probably be something stupid and easy that he'll ask for eventually.]

When do you wanna do this?

[volitaunt]

I trust you.

[ And he's not even lying. ]

Whenever you're up for it.

[spellslots]

[Oh, honey.

It's not that Taako is actively cruel, but he's not really a good person.]

It takes me like, six seconds to cast, you wanna come over now you can.

[Poe will get a text with Taako's addresss! It's in the artsy district of the city, because of course it is]

[volitaunt]

[ But he could be, which is Poe's true north as far as his expectations from people are concerned. Do good, and good will return to you. ]

Okay. I'm coming.

[ AND THEN HE HANGS UP and very determinedly walks to Taako's place instead of running even though running would probably help his nerves more. He's going to deal with magic. Magic cast on him. Magic that will make him into something entirely different. It's weird. ]

[spellslots]

[Take a cab, you barbarian.

Taako has no idea how long Poe will take, so he just tosses a quick alarm at the front of the house and gets back to work, until the spell pings that someone has arrived.

This has the added benefit of Taako being able to open the door as Poe raise a hand to knock, which he likes because it makes him seem kinda mysterious and powerful. Other good things: the house is warm and smells of gingerbread.]

Come on in, my man.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe does, in spite of the pause-and-blink moment where Taako just magically knows he's there.

Probably literally.

The warmth and the smell of something baking reminds him in an odd way of the ranch on Yavin 4, and his dad's habit of cooking whenever Poe comes home. It relaxes him, which is good. ]

What're you making?

[spellslots]

I am making a fucking unconscionable amount of roll cakes, cause that's what you do when someone wants ten of the damn things.

[It's not too bad, getting the cakes to roll without crumbling is a skill he learned a long time ago.]

You want a coffee or something or you wanna get right into it?

[volitaunt]

Uh.

[ He hadn't really thought about the socializing part of this. He was too fixated on BIRB. ]

Sure. Coffee would be good. That won't, I dunno, mess the spell up?

[spellslots]

[Taako leads Poe into the (messy) kitchen, gesturing for him to take a seat at the table while Taako works on getting them coffees.]

Oh, nah, the only thing you gotta do is not fight me. And as long as I'm sober and not concussed or whatever, I can cast.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe sits and manages not to fidget, beyond picking with one nail at a patch of flour that seems glued to the table top. He grins. ] And you are sober, right?

[spellslots]

Oh, fuck no, I started drinking at seven this morning.

[He's kidding!]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe uses up the last of his amusement laughing quietly at that.

That leaves the nerves. ]

So. Not fight you. What does that mean? [ Like, it sounds fairly obvious, but what does he know about magic? ]

[spellslots]

[Taako sets one mug of coffee down in front of Poe, with cream and sugar beside it, then leans back against the counter to sip his own.]

There's a lotta spells that are basically a contest of wills. You'll get a sense that something's being done to you, and you can either relax or you can try to push back against my magic.

[volitaunt]

[ Very quietly: ] Ah.

[ The fear in his expression is brief but unmistakable.

He can do this. It'll be good for him to do this. Try to let go of another piece of what the First Order did.

He can do this. ]

Does it hurt? [ Not that pain will stop him, either. ]

[spellslots]

[He knows that look.]

Doesn't hurt at all. Watch.

[Taako sets his coffee down and moves a hand through the air, and before the gesture is even finished he's changing shape. It's a quick, smooth process, and then in the place of an elf there's a fluffy ragdoll cat.

Cat-Taako promptly hops up onto the table, close enough that Poe can touch him to check that it's real, not an illusion.]

[volitaunt]

[ Wow.

Just... there's no words for it, really, internally or not.

Poe reaches out cautiously, not sure if this is rude, or something. Still, there is a fluffy cat right there, and Poe can't resist giving Taako a scritch behind the ears. ]

This is weird.

[spellslots]

[He's pretty much come to expect "turn into something fluffy" to lead to "be pet", so he's not surprised by the scritch. When Poe speaks, Taako meows in response, which is his way of communicating that he cannot, in fact, talk in this shape.

That's why he isn't planning to stay in it for long; he lightly bumps his head against Poe's hand, then goes trotting back towards to the edge of the table to leap down.

By the time his feet touch the floor, he's elf-shaped again.]

Magic's pretty great, huh?

[volitaunt]

[ Poe makes a breathy noise in response that kind of comes out like "HEHHHHHH??" ] I'm not sure yet, but probably yes.

[ IT'S FECKING WEIRD, TAAKO. ]

[spellslots]

I mean, I can turn you into a giant eagle, if that's what you want, so it's definitely a yes.

[What's cooler than a regular sized bird? A GIANT BIRD]

[volitaunt]

[ Pls excuse Poe while he knocks back his coffee, because if he overthinks this any more his hair might catch fire.

He sets the cup down hard and exhales. ]

Let's do this.