Spores? Like, as in plants? [He wonders if that's something Demeter can do. She is one of the eldest Olympians, and her wrath is what gave the world half a year of Winter, so maybe she could—and maybe she would, if provoked. In a deeply uncomfortable way, turning mortals into cannibal killing machines like that sounds almost as plausible to Nico as it does horrifying.] It wasn't what I was thinking of, no. [But he wouldn't call "monsters" Demons, exactly, either, so it's probably close enough.
Nico worries at his bottom lip with his teeth, conflicted. He remembers being shown magic was real and being just as excited as Lev—alright, way more excited and hyperactive and loud—but he also weirdly finds that he doesn't want to chase Lev away. He seems, like, alright. Not pushy or skittish either. Nico doesn't know that he would have even found and moved that bookcase without him.
He takes a breath and decides that it would be better to just rip it off like a band-aid now instead of trying to make anything that's not going to happen, happen.] It's Underworld magic. Most I can do with a rabbit is, uh... [He glances down, pressing a palm into the dead grass and dirt like he's feeling for something before he shifts it to the left about a foot and says:] This.
[There is a few seconds of silence before suddenly the dirt starts moving and the spindly little skeleton of a rabbit scrabbles its way up to the surface, granted not looking much like a rabbit without the distinctive ears that have no representation in the skeletal structure. Its skull does twitch around as it scoots towards the two of them like it is sniffing things with the nose it simply does not possess anymore, though.]
cw: dead animal (bones)
Nico worries at his bottom lip with his teeth, conflicted. He remembers being shown magic was real and being just as excited as Lev—alright, way more excited and hyperactive and loud—but he also weirdly finds that he doesn't want to chase Lev away. He seems, like, alright. Not pushy or skittish either. Nico doesn't know that he would have even found and moved that bookcase without him.
He takes a breath and decides that it would be better to just rip it off like a band-aid now instead of trying to make anything that's not going to happen, happen.] It's Underworld magic. Most I can do with a rabbit is, uh... [He glances down, pressing a palm into the dead grass and dirt like he's feeling for something before he shifts it to the left about a foot and says:] This.
[There is a few seconds of silence before suddenly the dirt starts moving and the spindly little skeleton of a rabbit scrabbles its way up to the surface, granted not looking much like a rabbit without the distinctive ears that have no representation in the skeletal structure. Its skull does twitch around as it scoots towards the two of them like it is sniffing things with the nose it simply does not possess anymore, though.]