public channel, forward dated a smidge to the morning of d15

[kingsroads]

Months ago, during the Celebration, a few of us got together to talk about and compare the magic from our worlds. Well, it's been a while since then and we've certainly picked up more magicians, so why not revive that little discussion group?

[ he's phrasing it as a hypothetical but as Strange keeps barging on, there's nothing hypothetical about it: he is totally reviving that discussion group. ]

I've asked around and the smaller festival hall in the building closest to the carnival portal is available for our use. Anyone who's interested should meet there tonight, just after sundown, for an informal gathering to talk about magic. There will be space inside the festival hall and outside in the snow for anyone to demonstrate their techniques.

Likewise, anyone who wishes to learn about magic should come and visit as well. [ And there's a bit of a pause like Strange is trying his hardest to choose his words carefully. ] Magicians in the carnival have different types of magic drawing upon different techniques. While one school of thought might seem incomprehensible, another might seem as clear as day. This is a chance for those of us with magic to learn from each other and develop our skills and those of us who wish to learn magic to see what practice would best fit their needs.

[ There's a pause, because Strange has no idea how to end this. ] Sound off if you're coming, I suppose. Oh, and can someone bring snacks?

( ooc: this is an ic post about mage club, an idea floated around on the cr meme a while back. I'll put up a mingle log later in the week for the actual meeting itself. as for this post, feel free to threadjack around! )

Comments

[puddingemote]

Who?

[kingsroads]

I'm sorry Mister Mykk, but you have too much faith in my upper body strength if you think I can carry you and have it be remotely delicate or not embarrassing.

[prazerbutterfly]

Not even with magic? Here I thought you could do the impossible. I can certainly carry you if it was the other way around.

[atouts]

Let us hope so...

[ But it won't stop him from being wary. He took note of the court changelings here and immediately set about avoiding them. Maybe that wasn't the right way to go about it. ]

Though it is more than just an odd soul. The Summerland fae said I was faeblooded and the Ringmaster-- [ He will break off for a brief moment because it's still such an uncomfortable concept. Messed up soul, messed up blood, messed up... a lot of things, to be honest. He frowns and glowers straight ahead, but eventually does go on. ] She confirmed it. Enough that I may as well still be the Count's son.

[dirthena]

I was the head of a -- I'm not sure how to describe it, actually. We called it the Inquisition, and its goal was to fix a problem that no other force in my world could effectively deal with.

Purely by accident, of course.

[dirthena]

So the cat talks. That's the oddest thing I've heard all day. ( says the elf who can use magic in a fae carnival. c'mon lavellan. ) I'll do so, thank you.

[whattaprick]

Wait until you meet the walking plant. He's a mercenary, so you'll probably meet him sooner or later too.

[dirthena]

Do they simply shuffle everyone they don't know what to do with off to you?

[kingsroads]

Rita.

[kingsroads]

Oh, so you're Spanish? Wonderful! I'm pleased that there's someone from the continent here, I'm just so damned tired of having to explain concepts like 'England' and 'France' to people.

[ it's entirely possible that Strange forgot what the Spanish Inquisition actually DID ]

[kingsroads]

The impossible isn't everything. Besides, I can do almost everything.

[kingsroads]

[ And then Strange understands instantly why this is such a heavy topic for Childermass. It's not just 'my soul is odd', it's 'my soul is odd in a way that reminds me of a terrible period that I went through and a person that I'm not.' ]

I'm sorry to hear that, [ Strange murmurs, frowning slightly at the situation in general. ] I didn't know it was that extensive.

[prazerbutterfly]

Hmmm, I had such high hopes for you. Tis a shame. Walking will have to do on my part for now.

[whattaprick]

Doesn't the cookhouse have some?

[ That's where he usually steals it ... ]

[whattaprick]

No, they shuffle them to the Acquisitioner.

[ Case in point, Cole got shuffled there. Ha ha. ]

This is a carnival, so nightrunner work's only part-time. Not everyone around here's a fighter.

[dirthena]

( uh. )

You've heard of the Inquisition?

( none of those words are familiar, but alright: she's curious to know what he's heard of it and why it makes him think she should know any of those words. )

[kingsroads]

I don't know many details, I'm afraid. The Inquisition was...what, at least three hundred years in my past? World history was never my strongest suit.

[ He's just taking this timeline difference like a champ. It's a thing, it's happened, Strange has been a victim of it before, talking to someone three hundred or so years in your past is no big deal! ]

[dirthena]

With a name like that, I suppose it makes sense.

Yes, I noticed they gave me a primary assignment. Are fighters in the minority, then?

[dirthena]

Three hundred years. ( well, compared to solas's thousands of years what's a middling three hundred? and at least the world still exists in some shape or another. ) It could be worse, I suppose -- I at least didn't sleep through the years.

You said you brought magic back. Did it fully disappear from your world, then?

[kingsroads]

[ And once again, Strange proves that he's predictable as hell. Because Tyki has issued a challenge therefore he must find a way to do the thing. ]

Walking will do for now. I'm certain I can come up with some sort of transportation spell that can get people places my mirrors can't.

[kingsroads]

It did. For a few hundred years, magic vanished entirely, sleeping just out of reach. I sent the birds as my messengers to shatter all the mirrors in England and bring magic back.

[ is this a metaphor? Not for Strange. Mirrors literally got busted. ]

[flashover]

[aww Strange. Do you want him to bring you some plain old boring boiled eggs~?]

Ok! Sounds good! I better get to work if I'm gonna get everything done.

[flashover]

Yeah we do... but it's supposedly for cooking with! ... Unless there's a stash of drinking alcohol somewhere! Which is totally possible, I've never gone looking for it.

[dirthena]

( if anything, she's even more convinced that strange should never talk to solas. ever. )

The magic was kept behind mirrors?

( of fucking course it was. )

[kingsroads]

[ plz feed him, Rin. :< ]

Again, thank you in advance for doing this.