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eternalmagic) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-26 04:01 pm
[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.]
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.]
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[It's a good color. He might have gone with blue, had he been asked, but that's really more of a personal preference than anything else. Possibly he might have been criticized for that too -- but there's just no pleasing some people.]
At some point.
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So you got pointless flashy shit down pat, can you do any useful magic?
[He's a rude boy.]
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[Never mind that they are literally standing inside a giant, warded magical bubble.]
But I can fetch you a pair of scissors, or something.
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[He doesn't for a second buy that this is the extent of Mordred's power, but that's not really the point.
The point is having fun.]
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[Just, y'know, maybe.]
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[Will he ever stop? Probably not.]
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You mean like 'watermelon'?
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He offers them to Mordred handle first.]
That works for me, pumpkin.
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World's Greatest is sure he needs the help?
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[He really hopes not, that's a pretty basic lesson, but he can roll with it if he does have to.]
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The sound of slicing fabric is utterly unmuffled but, as the corset tears in half, it ripples over a gold blouse and a mini skirt that might as well have been hiding under it. Somewhere.
Mordred twirls the scissors back again, and taps the handle against Taako's shoulder, where they dissolve.]
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He buys himself a moment by fussing with this clothes, apparently checking that everything's perfectly in place, before he finally regains enough chill to actually use his words.]
Did they give you a job as a magician here? You've got the flair for it.
[Somehow, but probably not surprisingly, he makes that sound like an insult.]
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And he's fine with it.]
Researcher, actually. And an instructor. [In point of fact...] Now, if you wouldn't mind, I do have a class to get back to.
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Started something you can't finish, huh?
[Someone help these poor students who just want their teacher back.]
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[And with that, he turns away and rejoins his baffled students to recover the thread of the lesson.]
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He's so offended??????
With a huff, Taako gestures in the air and disappears, because he's sure as hell not walking away like some kind of peasant, after having been so thoroughly dismissed.
How rude.]