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[open] life is a magic thing

who: Anyone
what: Intro post (and class registration)
when: A week prior to September 1st (Slightly pre-TDM post for anyone who was there)
where: Community housing/Around the city
warnings: None

.I. Move-in Day
[Communal housing. Isn't that a dream. But a blessing in disguise, perhaps; Mordred knows better than to take any significant actions until he has the lay of the land. Riverview is full of green and large, larger than the population it contains, and he'll be able to hollow out his own little niche in time. Including accommodations that would afford him a degree of privacy.

He can't be the only one who had to worry about that when they got here.

He arrived with no possessions through the portal, but that's not much of an issue, other than the tension of leaving his valuable collection behind. Then again, doesn't he do that more than often enough? Everything will be fine without him, suspended in faerie time until he returns. If he ever does. If he even needs to. There is, after all, a reason he's here.

It's not... bad. Shared, but undeniably functional. And yet, there is one thing he does first: in the space where he will sleep, Mordred raises his hands, palms outward, and brings them gently down; with a ripple in the air, a swath of what appears to be the night sky itself shimmers into place like a veil. Anyone who tries walking into that veil will find themselves walking right back out again.]

.II.Network
[Link to network post here.]

.III. Class Registration

[Early one morning, and for the next several days after that, a message will appear and remain on the network, as well as cropping up around town in the form of strangely incorporeal posters. The message reads:

_________________________

REGISTRATION NOW OPEN

Classes will begin September 1st
on a weekly schedule
This course is designed to familiarize novice magic users with their abilities
and provide techniques for developing greater skill and control
Experienced magic users are welcome to attend

THOSE INTERESTED MUST FILL OUT AND SEND IN THE FOLLOWING FORM
Questions may be addressed to the instructor
MORDRED
UN: medraut
_________________________
The 'form' is available both as a link on the network and as a collection of scrolls hooked beneath the posters around town. Once the interested party has signed or keyed in their name at the bottom, electronic submissions will automatically send, while the scrolls will promptly roll themselves up and, in a little puff of multicolored motes, blink away.]

.III. Exploring the City | Wild Card

[What are you up to? Mordred is getting to know his new home and might come check out what you're doing. Or, you could always approach him.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( Privacy is never much of a concern for Anders. He isn't used to having it, not after living most of his life in the Circle, then in the Wardens, then in the refugee camp in Kirkwall. He almost prefers it this way, though, having people around.

At least then it doesn't seem so strange when he drops into someone else's living space. Or bothers them when they're in the middle of weaving a spell. Anders stops where he is, then, watching as the other man calls forth his magic. )

That's very impressive. ( He remarks, moving closer once it's all set in place. ) Are you afraid someone's going to break in?

[Thank you, Anders, for such a prompt validation! Mordred smiles slightly as he looks around.]

Just a little extra touch of privacy. I don't expect it'll be necessary, but it makes me feel better nonetheless.

[Now, Mordred has a knack for perceiving magic. He can read it off a person like an aura, whether they are the conduit or the source. He looks Anders over, briefly, and is immensely pleased that one of the first people to greet him here has magic rolling off of him in waves. It's only right to offer his hand.]

Mordred. It's a pleasure.

Anders. ( He answers, taking the other man's hand in his and giving it a soft, tentative squeeze. People usually aren't this polite with him, so it throws him off guard to be introduced so formally with a handshake and a smile. Being an apostate mage and an abomination usually had that sort of negative effect on others. Not so much in the Quarantine, but back home, it's what he's grown used to. )

What does it do, exactly? Your barrier. I haven't seen anything like it.

[Mordred has definitely been called a few choice names himself. Even with some of the interesting things he perceives swirling around beneath the mage's surface, he wouldn't say that Anders is the worst thing he's ever seen. By a wide margin.

Magic takes all kinds, after all.]

Try it for yourself. [A magnanimous gesture toward the veil.] It's perfectly safe.

( There are worse things than a mage possessed by a spirit that only wants to do right in the world. It may be cruel, sometimes, but he's never actually hurt anyone that didn't do something to deserve it.

As for the veil, Anders throws a look between it and the other man, and smirks. )

Is it? Or are you just trying to mess with me? ( He's teasing, for the most part, but also not. Distrust is a something of an old habit. )

That'd be a pity. We were getting along so well!

[Mordred clicks his tongue, looking at Anders as if he's disappointed he'd even ask.]

I don't mess around when it comes to magic.

[Hummm. A small smirk.]

Well. I never start it, anyway.

( He looks pretty pleased with that assurance. Not because it means that he won't get zapped if he tries to step through the veil, but because this man also seems to take the application of magic as seriously as Anders typically does. )

I'm glad to hear that. Magic is too great a power for us to be using it for menial pranks, anyway. ( He turns toward the veil, then, now that his distrust has lessened. And with his hand outstretched, he steps through it, his body phasing all the way through before walking back out the other way.

He smiles slightly, taking it with good grace. ) Did you miss me?

[It is very satisfying to see that the veil works as it's supposed to do. Not that he had doubts, especially, but it's always nice to have some assurance when other magic users are in the picture.]

My god. You've been gone fifty years. It's pandemonium, our city is run by anthropomorphic coconuts.

[Taako, in the interest of being an asshole, turns up at 7:05 on the dot, despite the fact that when left to his own devices he usually turns up on time.

But no, he wants to be five minutes late with Starbucks (or at least, the Riverview approximation of), dressed not exactly appropriately for a magic fight, considering today's outfit consists of a mini skirt and a gold blouse. He does, at least, have his umbra staff hooked over his arm, and his wizard hat on his head, illusioned to match the colours of his outfit.

He doesn't bother actually like, approaching anyone, just finds a nice spot to sit and drink his coffee. Taako's working on the assumption that between the wizard hat, elf ears, and bright red umbrella, he'll be noticeable enough to this Mordred person.]

[Mordred is, in fact, properly five minutes into some cursory introductions when Taako arrives. He says very little about himself to his new students, particularly by way of qualifications, other than that he's been practicing magic his whole life, with many different tutors. All in all, he's found it possible to condense certain facets of magical study into techniques that work across a wide variety of forms.

The flare of color catches his eye. How could it not. And sure, they may not have met face-to-face as of yet, but he's willing to bet those colors would call him 'pumpkin' if he wandered over to check.

Strange, how someone can be nothing like you expect and yet exactly like you expect at the same time.]

The first exercise may sound obvious, but it is nevertheless crucial in strengthening your sense of your magic, until it becomes like a muscle instead of a twitch. Show me what it looks like -- your magic. How you use it. Familiarize yourself with it, how it feels when you summon it, what parts of you respond to it.

[He holds up a hand as he speaks. Like an illusion flickering away, little motes of soft, iridescent light begin to drift between his fingers, like dust through a sunbeam in a hundred colors. The motes appear almost aimless, but they follow his hand when it moves, until they rise up and fade away.]

Practice control by starting as small as you can. Work with each other -- I'll be around to help you. And if you feel you're struggling, I believe we have the greatest wizard in the world available to provide some insight.

[Aww, lovely, not only has he been recognized, but the proper introductions have been given as well. He grins as he gives a little salute with his cup of coffee.]

What's up, dipshits? [He's a very nice person.

And then, without missing a beat, he asks:] Are we talking about magic or like, jerking off, cause I got a little lost halfway through that spiel?

[Stop this.]

[Promptly:] I can't speak to individual techniques.

[He turns back to the class, such as it is, and gestures encouragingly for them to start practicing. Everyone is coming from different areas as far as how their magic works and what it does, but anyone sensitive to it would notice the protective spells warding the area around them, meant specifically to prevent poorly-directed magic from flying out of hand.

Then he looks at Taako again.]

So, do you have a name, or should I pick a fruit?

[That gets a laugh, and an internal little tick of approval, since Taako likes people who don't get flustered easily.

Or, well, he's plenty fond of people who get flustered easily, because they make good targets, but that's a different kind of liking.]

Oooh, pick a fruit, I wanna see what you come up with!

How about 'watermelon.'

[Don't test him, he'll do it.]

Nice hat. And thanks for coming. [Less for calling his students dipshits, but he has to wonder what he was really expecting.]

Not the worst thing I've been called, for sure.

[In the interest of not being a total ass, Taako gets to his feet and wanders a little closer, offering his hand to shake.]

Taako, and you're very welcome.

[Mordred accepts the hand, watching Taako the whole time.

There's something... off about him. The aura of his magic, possibly? Maybe a little bit that, it's still new to Mordred, but there's something else. He almost squints, but instead he just squeezes Taako's hand firmly and lets go.]

If you're interested in showing off, you might have to wait until they get into the swing of things. Unless you're just here to watch.

[Despite the general air he puts off, of someone who'd prefer not to do a single second of hard work, Taako's handshake is firm and his hands are a little rough and calloused. He doesn't have a very good cleric, so minor injuries aren't always healed in time to avoid scarring.]

If I remember correctly, I was promised a demonstration.

[He can show off too, that's absolutely fine, but he's curious about what this guy can do.]

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