𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙣.

[pendejadas]

Who: eliot & co.
When: august shenans.
Where: thorne, nocwich.
What: open + closed prompts!
Warnings: n/a for now.

 

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[pendejadas]

Overthrow your government, kids. { another dismissive wave towards the subject, and ignoring that he had been part of a monarch which goes against overthrowing. lindhart reminds him a little of fen in that he will keep saying these notions that are very earth and leave a confused face behind. meaning, he’s an expert at keeping the confusion and giving something, clearly. }

I’m more interested in what this world’s Wellspring is. The source of all magic. But, doubt any important books would be left out here. { his grin is sly, almost conspiring as he draws back to the table and sits down. he flicks the spine of the nearest book to draw attention, } I bet all the truly juicy ones are locked somewhere. Like a book on, let’s say, how to kill a god. And, no… I am not a nerd. I just am magic.

{ it comes out far too confident, but he knows what he’s about. congrats, you’ve earned an actual explanation in t-minus: }

Hands. We magicians always cast with our hands. Do you know that feeling of when you’re at the pinnacle of euphoria is? Our magic is a bird freely flying. It feels natural, like our own breathing. The better you’re at it, the more it seduces into its trenches. But, like every sweet addiction it’s not all luster. It always comes with a price, yet we can’t give it up. What does yours feel like since you seem to love it so much?

[sleepfan]

If I were making the decisions, we would. I can't be expected to take a place in the government if we lack a government.

[Unless they establish a Ministry of Naps. It would do less damage than any of the other ministries. It would need less funding too. Eliot has a point: There probably are books that are locked up. Suddenly, Linhardt wants nothing more than to know where those books are and what is inside of them.]

You're right. They probably are locked up. That is disappointing; it means I will need to find a way in.

[What, like the magic nerd is going to not read the books? Don't mistake Linhardt's nerdiness for a responsible temperment.]

I think that killing a god would be more logistically difficult than intellectually difficult. It may depend on the god, however. I'm only familiar with one and She is already dead. The Wellspring you are talking about is likely the Singularity.

[Linhardt smiles when Eliot talks about his magic. He says he's not a nerd, but he enjoys magic in the same way that Linhardt does. It is freeing and seductive. And it does feel natural.]

Like yours in some ways, though I use words in addition to hand gestures. It's...an extension of my being. Sight without seeing - acting without being restricted by my body.

[He stares at one of his own hands, flexing his fingers. Useful, but still limited.]

It's...exhilarating. Especially when I do something nobody else has done. I'm not aware of any price that has been extracted from me. Perhaps only magic from your world has a cost to it?

[pendejadas]

Who says we lack one? It's probably just a better illusion. Maybe I'll decide to play political dolls one of these days.

{ he is rather good at diplomacy when he puts the effort, and once he sees more of the picture in thorne, he might decide to get involved just to get the true gossip on what he figures is another shady place under a prettier gist. he likes to believe people are good-intended when in power, since he once was, but he also knows that's not the case. it's the sort of vision quentin once had, which is not him, which ended up tainting all of them. eliot considers a response, but he really made up his mind minutes ago. }

I've been in a heist. I'll be up for another. Map a plan, and I'll join your merry band of chosen. { he then lightly snorts, mostly because logic only takes someone to a certain degree. } My friend killed a god. They are killable. Then we got magic shut down for a hot minute. I'd say they're just assholes, but they can be killed. At least the minor ones.

{ his face twitches serious for a moment, recalling that he had an entity in him that could easily kill gods. he recovers from the face crack, allowing the easeful smile right back as if it's been there all along and it was only a stumble of a thinking thought. he feels it all too well, what linhardt speaks of his magic. }

Which lead me back to my point, why not, let's steal some forbidden books. Putting it on my Abraxas bucket list. I once created a bottomless flask where I could have endless alcohol. It is fun to create one's own. I might consider doing it again, here. Magic is addiction. Frankly, I don't believe it's all fairytales in other worlds. C'est la vie, I suppose.