[OTA] A New World

[dracolucmalfoy]

Who: Draco Malfoy^hp & OTA
What: Adjusting to the new Norm.
When: August 24th, evening. (Slgihtly Backdated)
Where: around the city.
Warnings: To be added as needed.

Draco's head swam with the new information. The welcoming, the video, the explanations. All of it. It boggled the mind. Stretched his ability to comprehend and adjust to its limit, threatening to break it. He had been given a room assignment and a job offer. He had hoped to retreat into solitude in order to collect himself... only to find he was sharing a flat with another. He'd stashed the broom he'd been riding when he'd come through the portal and what little things he'd been carrying and given.

Option A

Stepping outside of the communal housing Draco paused as he looked around, then down to the device resting in his hand. He'd been given some instruction on it, aide with setting up this Friendr... thing. But it was still largely a strange mystery. He didn't understand how it worked, and that was probably what bothered him the most. Sighing he shoved it into his pocket and looked around. Where to first?


Option B

Moving away from the communal building Draco just wandered. Letting his feet take him where they may. Turning when something struck his fancy. If he came upon an establishment that seemed open to the public than he stepped inside and peeked in. Looking at goods and services offered to try and see if they might offer things he'd need in the future.

[This option you can catch him wandering around or catch him inside one of the open to public businesses in town.]

Option C

After doing some wandering around the town Draco eventually stopped for a rest as the evening wore on. Finding a bench he stopped and took a seat. The walking had helped in some ways, but in others, it left him with more questions than answers. Still uncomfortable in this strange setting. Still very much on guard and watching his words so very carefully. It made him weary and he longed for solitude... yet he did not know if he would find it in his new residence being as he shared it with another.

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[tevinteraltus]

Dorian crossed his arms, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he mulled over Draco's words. A world where the mages kept themselves separate from the non-magic inclined sounded slightly similar to his own home. Hunted, even more so, at least when compared with the south, where the mages were often cloistered away for 'their safety and the safety of others'. Even in his homeland of Tevinter, really, things weren't that dissimilar, only with differing effects.

"Mages in your world believe those born without magic are barbarians?" He chuckled at the thought. Why, all of Tevinter looked down upon the southern lands in the same light, but it occurred to him, the Altus and even the Laetans, those in Tevinter with magic, looked down on all those without it as inferior.

"I...suppose we have something in common. Many people, mages, in my homeland feel the same way about those without magic. Over the centuries, we've even given them false hope: one day you too could join the ruling class, provided someone in your family is born with magic." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Tragic, isn't it?"

[dracolucmalfoy]

"Wizards. Witches and Wizards, or so we are called in my world," Draco said with a little wave that meant it wasn't really that important. Just sharing the distinction. He found himself becoming more... tolerable of those who didn't have the proper information, so informing them.

"It is... complicated. There are many stances within the populace. Some, yes, find those without magic to be lesser. Some think we have much to learn from them. I wouldn't go so far as to say barbaric though." Draco then frowned and looked askance. "Let us just say that form of thinking is more progressive than the purism of my world. Unless you are of pure magical blood you are considered less. No mixing of the blood, no coming from non-magical stock. Blood purism." Though Draco is giving facts about his own home culture there is a note of disapproval to his words as he tells of the purist ideals. Ideals he no longer held.

[tevinteraltus]

"Witch is normally used as a derogatory term, usually referred to one who practices magic without guidance or instruction, those are usually wanted criminals." His comment was more to fill the void as he mulled over what Draco was telling him. They were segregated, certainly, and far more than even the mage-born of the Tevinter Imperium were from their own people.

He followed only well enough with the breeding, though. Dorian himself was the product of careful breeding, designed to ensure the next generation was powerful, noble, perfect in every way. He happened to be a bit of a disappointment. "Ah, yes. There are distinct classes in my own homeland. I come from the Altus, families of mages capable of tracing our pure bloodlines back to the original Dreamers, thousands of years ago. Then there are the Laetans, those of, well, 'impure' stock who happened to have been born with magic. Everyone else is Soporati. The common man."