[open] who will go down to those shady groves

[eternalmagic]

who: Anyone
what: General CR building
when: September, post-Dragosta
where: Miscellaneous
warnings: idk are the Taaco twins gonna be there



.I. Waterbending
[Barring a few unfortunate incidents (no offense meant), he was able to avoid most of the chaos that took over the city during the Dragosta festival. Not that he has anything against festivals. He participates in plenty back home, albeit usually for ritualistic reasons. This one just happened to outpace his willingness to assimilate -- primary reason being that if his soulmate is here, he'd rather not know about it.

In any case, he only retreats for as long as it takes all the fuss to die down (especially for those damn fairy lights to dissipate), and then it's back to regular scheduled programming of trying to get Riverview's damn elements to let him play.

The weather's still nice. And water tends to be the most reasonable element to negotiate with. So he's swimming. If that seems weird, then joke's on you, because it's starting to work.]


.II. All-nighters
[Aside from classes, errands and the odd venture into the city, Mordred can typically be found in just one place.

Gramarye has swallowed him. He had high hopes for the resources available within the magical research facility, and so far he hasn't been disappointed. The opportunity to venture beyond the wall for a more thorough pass has yet to present itself, and Mordred isn't so dismissive of Bryn as his guide that he's prepared to risk her extreme displeasure by simply strolling out there himself. What that means is, he has to rely almost solely on Gramarye for information, and he has thoroughly devoted himself to the task of absorbing it.

It's been a few days. And nights. Requiring significantly less sleep means that a) he gets more accomplished, and b) his roommate Draco basically has an entire apartment to himself, minus one corner cloaked in darkness and stars.

This evening (morning? afternoon?) Mordred is three stories up in the library, balancing on a ladder as he selects the books he wants to work through next. Every once in a while, he'll toss a book sideways, whereupon it spirals down and settles delicately on top of a stack accumulating at one corner of a large table below. There are a few plants gathered on the other end of the table, like specimens, preserved in bubbles of what looks like shimmering glass.]


.III. Cocktails
[Through the graciousness of Millennial Loki, Mordred has acquired VIP access at the club Trixie.

However, he hasn't actually used it yet.

He's been sort of systematically trying out all of the places in Riverview that serve alcohol, not because he is often in the mood for a drink, but should the mood strike, ostensibly it's best to know exactly where to go. Trixie has turned out to be one of those places, not just because he gets along with the owner, but because the bartender likes to experiment and Mordred is not opposed to judging the results.

He's there tonight, leaning on the bar, distractedly nursing something that is three different neon colors and has a name he didn't bother to hear before he started drinking it.]

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[eternalmagic]

Sure. I wouldn't discount a group effort. [...okay, but.]

Its name was Morrissey?

never

[spellslots]

Oh, no, it's name was John but like... it's whole deal was how terrible existence was so it wanted to destroy everything because he was sad, I guess?

[Existentialism, the cosmic horror terror.]

So.... Morrissey.

[From Fantasy The Smiths.]

[eternalmagic]

[He is... so offended, on behalf of everything magical and dignified.]

If I was a cosmic abomination going around named John I think I'd want to start unmaking reality, too.

[spellslots]

He started out as a dude, actually. I'm a little iffy on how the whole process worked cause the only one in our crew to talk to him was real bad at relaying information except the wrong way around.

[AKA Merle kept giving John info on them without getting good info out of John.]

[eternalmagic]

That makes a little more sense, but I'm still grossly disappointed.

[So disappointed, in fact, that he's going to order another drink. Since Taako is also getting that daiquiri.]

Did he still look like a person?

[spellslots]

Uh... kinda? I only saw him right at the end, and he like-- [Taako carefully alters his glamour to show what John's skin looked like, with the black opal cracks, then reverts the glamour back to normal.] That was kinda creepy and then once we killed him it got hella fucked up, he got real big and real spooky.

[eternalmagic]

[Mordred actually pauses for a moment. That looks... unexpectedly familiar. He doesn't dislike it, either. Aesthetic.

Thanks for confirming what that glamour was, by the way.]

So you killed him, but he didn't die?

[spellslots]

Killed him, he got a final form cause that's just how this shit fucking works, but we killed that too, and then we trapped the Hunger in a real powerful shield. It can't - it needs bonds to exist? So when we cut it off, it died.

[Or as much as it could die. More like it stopped existing and the worlds it had consumed reverted to normal, but same diff.]

[eternalmagic]

[Mordred is fascinated by this story. And, weirdly, sort of jealous? Nothing like that has ever happened to him, his world is mostly treasure hunting and high-stakes puzzles, in a manner of speaking.

Wouldn't be the worst thing if something devoured reality out his way, either.]

Well. For a resume like yours, buying you a drink seems like the least I can do.

[spellslots]

[Don't be jealous it was horrible.]

With a face like mine buying me a drink is the least someone can do. [He's so full of himself.

And will also be full of daiquiri, thank you.] Shame we fucking bit it, I could've got used to everyone knowing we saved the entire universe and shit.

[eternalmagic]

[He is willing to barter horrible.]

With an attitude like that, it's the least I'm going to do. [He doesn't have to encourage this.

But he does raise an eyebrow there.] You died? [It is pretty cavalier, the way he says this.]

[spellslots]

Good man.

[Taako winks, not at all perturbed by the whole death thing, which he waves away dismissively.]

I've died like twenty times and hasn't stuck yet, maybe it won't this time.

[He's not that hopeful, really, but it doesn't matter. He can't change it.]

[eternalmagic]

[....

Wow, Mordred is honestly speechless for a second.]

Oh? [There is no drink left in his glass, but Mordred takes it and runs his fingers against the outside mostly to prove that he can without breaking it.] How did that happen?

[spellslots]

[Taako holds up his hand like he's about to start counting off on his fingers, then pauses.]

Wait, do you wanna know how I died or how I'm not still dead?

[eternalmagic]

[How words]

The second one.

[spellslots]

Two different cases. Our ship – which we used to hop between universes while running from the Hunger – took like... a copy of us, when we started? Each time we popped into a differently reality it'd refresh us to that original point, you know? So if we died it didn't matter.

[This isn't really a big deal to him, it's how his life was for a century, it's the reason they were able to survive for so long.]

Second one was just a time loop. Like, shit, have you seen Groundhog Day? [Doesn't matter, he'll just keep explaining:] Anyway, we got stuck repeating the same hour, died eleven fucking times until we fixed it.

[eternalmagic]

[He's frowning outright now, and not out of general concern or sympathy but something a lot more troubled. However, as is certainly to be expected, Taako's situation is still very different from his own.]

But now? Is it the ship, a time loop, or nothing?

[spellslots]

[He's kind of used to people looking mildly troubled by this information, so he doesn't think too much of Mordred's frown.]

I'm as mortal as the rest of you dipshits right now, but I thought the same thing when we started our journey and in Refuge, so you never know.

[eternalmagic]

Ah.

[That really wasn't helpful after all, but then again, he didn't have high hopes to begin with. It's a rare situation, obviously, but why wouldn't it be different? Taako's world is... almost nothing like his own, he's learning, so even if they'd been in exactly the same boat, he probably wouldn't have gotten anything useful out of it anyway.]

Well, lucky you.

[spellslots]

[That's a bit more of a unique response, and Taako can't help but raise an eyebrow]

Not the answer you were hoping for, pumpkin?

[eternalmagic]

[Whoops. Did that come out wrong? Mordred smiles a bit.]

I apologize for how that sounded. I mean it, Taako, you're lucky to have broken those cycles. [Where is the damn bartender.] I'm sure not everyone could manage it.

[spellslots]

[Luckily for Mordred, Taako doesn't quite care enough to really labor the point, so he accepts that response and moves on.]

We got lucky, in a lotta ways. If we hadn't ended up on Fearun it could've been a fucking rough decade. Like - gods, we went to this one planet that was just covered in giant mushrooms? Couldn't even go outside without breathing in spores.

[Magnus died that one, but it was a quiet death, one of the more peaceful deaths that Magnus has had.]

Jello town would've be rad though.

[eternalmagic]

[Great. Let's just move on.]

Your reality is inexplicable to me.

[This isn't strictly true, because he's seen some weird shit and he can appreciate that weird shit always occurs in weird ways, but Taako's experiences are considerably outside his frame of reference.]

How do you feel about being here now?

[spellslots]

You're not the only one, my dude.

[Even before the cycles came into play, a lot of people had trouble with the fact that Taako is an elf who a) says fuck and b) has a robot friend.]

But this place is like - whatever? It's a vacation, I guess, same as any year we landed somewhere chill, there's no way I'm gonna get suckered into staying so I'm not all up in arms like some dipshits here.

[eternalmagic]

[Yeah, that took some on-the-spot adjustment, obviously. Fortunately he is so adaptable.]

No plans to stick around, hm?