PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 157

[whattaprick]

Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.

[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]

Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!

[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]

For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--

Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!

[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]

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[kingsroads]

[ There's a brief minute or so long conversation where Strange and Siobhan are obviously having a small argument of some kind....buuuuut the radio's still on. Thankfully, Strange shoved it against his leg which is muffling a good chunk of the sound. ]

Absolutely not- [ muffle muffle muffle ] ...cares, you know. Yes, I know that, but this- [ the sound of fabric scratching right against the microphone ] ...not as different as... [ muffled sound, holy shit Strange you've been at the carnival for a few months, how are you still awful at radios. ] ...talk about it later, alright? You should.

[ After that argument, it's back to the actual radio. Strange is speaking, but his tone is still pretty clipped and tight. ]

Terribly sorry, but we've both decided that we aren't going to talk about certain family members in public over the radio.

[whattaprick]

[ And in that time, Lambert's wrangling his own daemon, who's gotten very nippy about having her 'let's air all of Lambert and Strange's issues out in public' privileges taken away. So unfair. ]

Figured that out all on your own, did you? [ No hiding the amusement in his voice, there. It's nice to see someone else whose daemon isn't the easiest to get along with. ]

... anyway, I did try to find out more about those knives, but as far as anyone knows, they're all gone. Scrying didn't turn anything up?

[kingsroads]

[ the hilarious thing is, most of the time they get along AMAZINGLY WELL, it's just on "airing out one's issues" and "discussing traumatic backstories" that they differ.

But thank God, back to knives. Strange sounds relieved that they're talking about this and not about dads. ]

My scrying works better if I search for people than if I search for objects. I could attempt to look for one, but I doubt I'll have any luck.

It's a damn shame I can't purchase one. I've almost got this water spell worked out--once I do so, I can set up shop as a street magician.

[ which he still finds absolutely hilarious. ]

[whattaprick]

What are you going to do, open doors to new worlds and put on a water show?

[kingsroads]

Have you seen the aquatic daemons? They have this bubble of water surrounding them so that they can follow their other halves around. I've almost got that spell worked out and once I do, why not charge for the service?

Of course, I plan to do other tricks as well. Sprouting flowers from the ground, tricks with flame, smaller things of that sort.

[ Because guess who isn't a witch in Greysol? Hint, it's Strange. ]

[whattaprick]

That's all? Seems a little low-key for you.

[kingsroads]

I'm not glamoured as a witch. Annoyingly, I have to be low-key if I want to stave off questions.

[whattaprick]

Wow. That must be incredibly hard for you.

[kingsroads]

It is! [ sarcasm is met with COMPLAINING. ]

I know that I'll be able to perform as much magic as I want during our performance but it isn't the same.

[whattaprick]

You make it sound like a week without getting to show off is going to kill you.

[kingsroads]

You never know. Perhaps it might!

[whattaprick]

In that case, can I pawn your weird memory gem for something better?

[kingsroads]

I'm afraid not. I don't plan on staying dead and when I return, I should like to have it. My Atlantean memorabilia, however, is at your disposal.

[ have fun pawning off the shell with googly eyes. ]