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! ]

Comments

[whattaprick]

Sure, because you're definitely not going to do more than let it sit on a table and look at it-- [ Nope, he's being overridden by his daemon too. ]

I won't let him name me. He doesn't know how to give a name that means something because he's never had anything important enough. [ The daemon says, matter of fact, while Lambert yelps in protest in the background. ]

I haven't decided what I want to be called yet.

[kingsroads]

[ Thankfully, the question of what to name the daemon distracts Strange enough from complaining about knives. ]

What about Michelle?

A good choice--and it actually means something! In Christianity, Michael is often depicted as a warrior angel or the angel that leads the rest of heaven in the battle against Satan.

[ Strange literally only knows this because he memorized dumb church trivia to try and impress Arabella. She called him out on it like two seconds later. ]

Though what do you mean by 'he's never had anything important enough'?

[whattaprick]

[ Okay, that's just going to make Lambert scoff. ]

You can't name a weasel after a -- ow! [ Yeah, someone just got nipped there, good job buddy. ]

Well, I like it. Although ... I don't know if that suits me.

[ Strange's question, though, is going to get a pause and a bit of a quizzical respons. Didn't they talk about this before, when she wasn't outside Lambert to start? It's hard to define how much of what Lambert knows she can remember, but they were always in the same skin until now, so they haven't had much of a chance for separate experiences. ]

I meant exactly what I said. He was poor first, and then he was a witcher. [ That's explanation enough for Strange, surely? ]

[kingsroads]

But that's different. People of all walks of life can have things of sentimental value. A childhood toy perhaps, or a family pet.

[ Unsurprisingly, getting personal information out of Lambert is like wringing water from a stone. Strange knew about Lambert's father and knew that he grew up in dire straits, but to not have anything important enough seemed...sad.

So of course now it's Strange's daemon's turn to ruin any attempt at a bonding moment. ]

Jonathan had tin soldiers. But only at his relations', of course.

[whattaprick]

Do I really seem like I would have kept a pet or a toy, Strange?

[ Lambert's tone is as cynical as ever, though perhaps even more so -- defensive in a way he doesn't really intend to be, but Strange is right, of course. He doesn't like talking about himself. Their daemons, however, are quite capable of carrying on without them -- ]

Would his father have taken them away?

[kingsroads]

He would have. His father did take them away once or twice, but-

[ And then Strange just interrupts, raising his voice to drown out Siobhan because they were talking about knives, this isn't the Shitty Childhood Power Hour. ]

Thank you Siobhan, but I think that's enough for now.

[whattaprick]

[ And this time it's the daemon's turn to make a shrill noise of protest as Lambert picks her up by the scruff and pulls her back from the radio so she isn't constantly getting in his face to talk into it. ]

Oh, please, let her keep going. It was just starting to get so interesting. [ How did they get stuck with such gossippy daemons, seriously? ]

[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. ]