[M O R D R E D] (
eternalmagic) wrote in
riverviewlogs2017-09-11 05:38 pm
[open] who will go down to those shady groves
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.]
what: General CR building
when: September, post-Dragosta
where: Miscellaneous
warnings:
.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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[The hesitation there is only partly confusion over language, it's also the fact that Taako found the umbra staff on Lup's corpse.]
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[Lup wouldn't even let Merle or Magnus touch it, though he suspects the Magnus thing was just her being a shit.]
Or Ango, I guess, but if he shows up that's like, zero issue. A ten year old isn't gonna get into a whole lotta wizard fights.
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I'll take your word for it.
[He wouldn't take just fucking anyone's, but there's no need to emphasize that. Nevertheless, he'll be keeping an eye out for that umbrella. Magic backup, just in case.]
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Now, the mockingbird gum I've got, that shit's dangerous.
[No it isn't.]
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Does that do what I think it does?
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[He's the least helpful.]
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[Straight face.]
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So fucking close, my man, but it's more the mocking part. Let's you imitate someone's voice, not that I really need the help, I'm pretty fucking great at it on my own, but you can never be too careful.
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You're from Earth, right? Pick a famous actor or whatever, I've got to have watched enough movies by now to know most of them.
[Oh honey. There are so many movies.]
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Mandy Patinkin.
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My name is Indigo Montoya, you killed my father, all that crap? I should show Magnus that movie sometime, he'd like all the sword fights and romance. I way preferred Labyrinth, but the Princess Bride wasn't bad either.
[He could've just repeated a monologue word for word, but that's not really how to show a good imitation.]
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Mordred laughs.] I guess you really don't need the gum.
"indigo" thanks autocorrect
The gum helps when it's something outside my range, like, anyone with a deep voice I'm shit outta luck. [And then back to normal.] I spent a whole fucking year reading up on voice acting after ending up this totally empty world cause some chucklefucks had tried to pull the plane of magic into the material plane.
[And everything died.]
I wasn't gonna say anything
[Maybe he will GO THERE.]
Are there any natural laws that actually apply?
i saw my shame and had to acknowledge it
[There are plenty of natural laws that apply to Taako's world and the other worlds he's been to, they probably just don't match up to what Mordred might expect.]
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[So humble.]
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[With that, Taako leans in to press a quick kiss to Mordred's cheek.]
I'll let you get back to your evening, pumpkin, this was a fun chat.
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At least Taako got his daiquiri, so Mordred can consider that handled.]
Goodnight, Taako.
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Thanks for the drink.
[And with that, he disappears into the crowd.]