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aquaveiled) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-10-19 07:47 pm
If you believe in magic, come along with me [OPEN & Closed]
WHO: Himeka & you!
WHAT: Conjury lessons and incidental mingling
WHEN: Throughout October
WHERE: Solvunn - Primary & the outskirts to the northeast
[ ooc; I default to brackets but I am happy to write in prose! Whatever you feel comfortable with. If you want to join training but haven't signed up yet first, feel free to do so in the link above. ]
i. conjury training; outskirts [CLOSED to current students]
[ If only E-Sumi-Yan could see her now. Being something of a protege in her own right, it was fairly common for Himeka to be asked to step in with both the new and senior members of the Conjurer's Guild. The only non-Padjal White Mage known and the Warrior of Light at that, all of them were keen to speak with her--hear her stories, learn from what they could.
Now...that never meant she was a particularly good mentor by any means. Truth be told, it was in these instances that she started to realize that in all her practice, most things came naturally and she hadn't spent much time thinking on the mechanics of what and how she was doing what she was.
Well, that's got to change. The Conjurer's Guild had centuries of experience and knowledge and training, while the other hopefuls here in Solvunn may need a little extra something if they are going up against any other nations bent on harnessing the power of the Singularity, for good or for ill. The least she can do is teach a few healing spells and show them how to throw rocks.
Rocks come first, of course. ]
Let's try this again.
[ She puts her hands on her hips, assuming what she hopes is an authoritative pose. ]
You only need to...force your will on the ground! Of sorts. As if you want it to move.
[ Yeah...totally easy! ]
ii. after hours; outskirts [OPEN]
[ White magics have come easy since she began her training, but despite her natural proclivity to magics in general, her other fields required a little more concentration. So when she finally calls it quits for that day's lessons, Himeka uses the evening hours to practice on her own. Without her job stones and proper equipment, channeling of Red and Black magics will take time. And as much as she enjoys running errands about town to meet people, being without her abilities those months in the dungeon have made their return feel all the more precious.
Standing (presumably alone) not far from the forest's edge, Himeka inhales slowly before calling forth her leylines beneath her feet, slowly rotating about her form. They make the air around her crackle as they settle and she refines their shape. It takes a few seconds.
Then, her vision darts to a large stone near by and, without much preamble, she raises her hands in the air as dark energy radiates and collects around them before an explosion of fire is set upon the stone, causing it to scorch and shatter--
--hopefully not to anyone who happens to be on the path nearby. ]
iii. a witch without a wand; solvunn proper [OPEN]
[ Himeka has quickly found that there is a reason that mages and sorcerers use all sorts of canes, wands, and rods to channel their magic--it's so much more easy to control and amplify. Therefore, she's determined to fashion something of one for herself.
And really, how hard can it be? She knows they are made from natural materials and Solvunn has an abundance of those about. So a few carved sticks and a nice rock or something should be good enough, right? Right!
Except as she sits on a fence that lines the road right into the center of town, she frowns as she looks down at her creation. She found a shiny stone and tied it with twine to a long stick, but it looks more like a child's attempt to make a club that anything an actual wielder of ancient magics would dare use. Not if they wanted to be taken seriously, at least.
Himeka sighs, watching the people walk to and fro into town. She lazily waves her "wand" and one of those people. ]
Zap.
[ Except it doesn't zap any poor, unsuspecting soul (thankfully). The "wand" pops, sparks, and then catches fire. She immediately drops it. ]
Shite!
xx. wildcard
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doggystyle and we can work something customized out. ]
WHAT: Conjury lessons and incidental mingling
WHEN: Throughout October
WHERE: Solvunn - Primary & the outskirts to the northeast
[ ooc; I default to brackets but I am happy to write in prose! Whatever you feel comfortable with. If you want to join training but haven't signed up yet first, feel free to do so in the link above. ]
i. conjury training; outskirts [CLOSED to current students]
[ If only E-Sumi-Yan could see her now. Being something of a protege in her own right, it was fairly common for Himeka to be asked to step in with both the new and senior members of the Conjurer's Guild. The only non-Padjal White Mage known and the Warrior of Light at that, all of them were keen to speak with her--hear her stories, learn from what they could.
Now...that never meant she was a particularly good mentor by any means. Truth be told, it was in these instances that she started to realize that in all her practice, most things came naturally and she hadn't spent much time thinking on the mechanics of what and how she was doing what she was.
Well, that's got to change. The Conjurer's Guild had centuries of experience and knowledge and training, while the other hopefuls here in Solvunn may need a little extra something if they are going up against any other nations bent on harnessing the power of the Singularity, for good or for ill. The least she can do is teach a few healing spells and show them how to throw rocks.
Rocks come first, of course. ]
Let's try this again.
[ She puts her hands on her hips, assuming what she hopes is an authoritative pose. ]
You only need to...force your will on the ground! Of sorts. As if you want it to move.
[ Yeah...totally easy! ]
ii. after hours; outskirts [OPEN]
[ White magics have come easy since she began her training, but despite her natural proclivity to magics in general, her other fields required a little more concentration. So when she finally calls it quits for that day's lessons, Himeka uses the evening hours to practice on her own. Without her job stones and proper equipment, channeling of Red and Black magics will take time. And as much as she enjoys running errands about town to meet people, being without her abilities those months in the dungeon have made their return feel all the more precious.
Standing (presumably alone) not far from the forest's edge, Himeka inhales slowly before calling forth her leylines beneath her feet, slowly rotating about her form. They make the air around her crackle as they settle and she refines their shape. It takes a few seconds.
Then, her vision darts to a large stone near by and, without much preamble, she raises her hands in the air as dark energy radiates and collects around them before an explosion of fire is set upon the stone, causing it to scorch and shatter--
--hopefully not to anyone who happens to be on the path nearby. ]
iii. a witch without a wand; solvunn proper [OPEN]
[ Himeka has quickly found that there is a reason that mages and sorcerers use all sorts of canes, wands, and rods to channel their magic--it's so much more easy to control and amplify. Therefore, she's determined to fashion something of one for herself.
And really, how hard can it be? She knows they are made from natural materials and Solvunn has an abundance of those about. So a few carved sticks and a nice rock or something should be good enough, right? Right!
Except as she sits on a fence that lines the road right into the center of town, she frowns as she looks down at her creation. She found a shiny stone and tied it with twine to a long stick, but it looks more like a child's attempt to make a club that anything an actual wielder of ancient magics would dare use. Not if they wanted to be taken seriously, at least.
Himeka sighs, watching the people walk to and fro into town. She lazily waves her "wand" and one of those people. ]
Zap.
[ Except it doesn't zap any poor, unsuspecting soul (thankfully). The "wand" pops, sparks, and then catches fire. She immediately drops it. ]
Shite!
xx. wildcard
[ ooc; If you want something related that isn't listed there or just want a random thread, feel free to hit me up on the discord server or at
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There's no trickling effect. If someone has a problem, maybe they end up dead, too. That's kinda about it.
It's never stuck with him. It never will.
But he doesn't hear how it works for her in her words — all he hears is an understanding. She's killed, and she knows what it's like, and he feels a mutual respect between the two of them that wasn't there before —
built off of her seeing his past which is something he never talks about never shares someone knows some of it he doesn't know what to do with that he's never had to think about it because it's never happened was never supposed to
— so maybe she gets him, after all.
So he looks at her. Really looks at her. And nods. ]
Sure. Yeah. Anyone fucks with my people, they're dead.
[ It really is that simple, except for a brief moment of hesitation. ]
... Unless my people don't want them dead. Then I won't. But I've usually been right about that. [ A casual shrug. ] That's me, though. Better I make the hard call than a friend who isn't built for it. I can live with it. People who can't shouldn't have to.
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That they can put an end to these tragedies so people do not feel the need to go to such lengths is the real goal.
Himeka nods, quiet but slow. There's conviction in his own words even if it's put so simply. ]
Then I hope for all of our sakes that it doesn't come to that.
[ She offers a somber smile. ]
The factions haven't seen fit to go to battle with us here so far, but I doubt it will stay that way for long.
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Kinda sounds like it's gonna come to that, then.
[ But he's out here, in the middle of nowhere. Safely tucked away from it all, where he can't fuck up, hurt anyone else.
(It vaguely occurs to him that this has hurt him. He doesn't like the feeling, foreign and weird, so he pushes it away, snuffs it out. If she's not gonna talk about it, then neither is he.
It's still there, though. Not consciously, but when he speaks, it's in the back of his mind: she knows something about you nobody else does. And it just. Puts a different tinge on things.)
Amos frowns. He's not sure what he's frowning at, just that things are different now. His voice is quiet when he speaks up again, maybe more to himself than her. ]
I just don't want to fuck up and kill the wrong people.
[ He clears his throat. Looks at his feet, the area around them, his eyes landing on the food she'd been taking out that's been long since forgotten. ]
Think your bread got ruined.
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What we don't know is how Solvunn will handle the conflict.
[ Her smile dims a bit--quiet though he is, the admission doesn't escape her notice. But given the way he clears his throat, it feels like maybe that is pushing it one step too far. Of course it has been an invasion of his privacy to glimpse his past as much, but...
She can pretend she didn't hear that, right? Is that what would make him feel better?
The bread? Yes, there is definitely a few now on the sandy, rocky ground beneath them, so lovingly moistened by the remnants of the tide. Himeka purses her lips before she leans over and picks up the pieces, then pauses. ]
Well...mayhaps it belongs to the creatures that live hear now. They need to eat too, don't they?
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Of course, he also doesn't really care what anyone else does. It's none of his business. Not his concern. So it earns a half-hearted shrug.
He's withdrawn into himself enough that he doesn't really notice how she offers him that kindness of pretending not to hear him. It's still in the back of his mind that he's inadvertently shared Lydia with someone else, and that's something he's... never done. Was never going to do.
It's time to stop thinking about it, so he does. Consciously, at least. But who knows what'll resurface in his mind when he's not looking. It's rare, but when shit sneaks up on him...
He looks back up at Himeka, expression maybe not as open as it would have been when they were at their closest, but certainly not closed off, either. Present in the moment. Engaging her like... maybe not someone he'd choose to follow, but someone he likes well enough. ]
They eat bread?
[ Probably a stupid question. Bread's edible, anything would eat it. He toes at a roll close to his foot, watches it get swept up in the water entirely.
Looks back at Himeka. ]
Did you bring anything else?
[ And maybe that's that. At least for now. ]
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I've found most creatures are willing to try anything that will fit into their mouths.
[ Herself included.
She shakes her head. ]
No, but it's alright.
[ The mood has certainly shifted. She's not sure if Amos feels much like eating right now as it is. ]
Are you still going to try your luck?
[ She nods her head towards the fishing pole. ]
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Except he isn't as hungry now as he could've been, anyway. Doesn't know if he'll feel that peace around Himeka that would gladly see him stuff his face alongside her ever again.
He looks back at the rod, still in his hands. There hasn't been a bite through all of this. Maybe the bread'll bring something up. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ So he settles back in to do some fishing, just as he'd been wont to do before. This.
The silence he settles into is companionable, if distant. ]