logic and magic [active and semi-open]

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Characters: Raistlin Majere, Spock, and Near if he wants to join
Content: Raistlin is making friends! And showing his magic. Also playing games.
Location: Library Hotel
Time of day: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Raistlin is putting on his not-so-evil faic. Nothing really forseeable.

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[out_ofthe_chair]

It had taken Spock only a small portion of his time to journey from his current residence to the Library Hotel. Strangely enough, the very creatures he was intent on studying were nowhere in sight, though there were moments during his walk that the sound of the creature's clicking could be heard.

He would not pursue any of the creatures at this point in time. That was a task that was better suited for another day, for when he was more aptly prepared. It was his wish to capture one without harm for study, an idea that he was sure the captain would object to. Kirk had made it abundantly clear that he would rather the creatures were granted an untimely end.

Discarding all thoughts of decapods, Spock approached the robed mage holding vigil before the doors. Raistlin Majere had been correct in asserting that Spock would not mistaken his identity; the cloak was fairly conspicuous.

Spock halted a discreet distance away and neatly folded his hands behind his back, the beaten traditional chess set tucked securely in one palm. While he held no fear for mages, he did hold respect for cultural differences. It was possible that mages did not take kindly to their space being breached.

"Mr. Majere?" Spock inquired neutrally. "I believe we have an appointment."

[solesuccessor]

Near wasn't too far behind Spock. He had debated whether or not to show at all, the dangers of possible crab attacks and the necessity of walking the whole way fighting with his intrigue, but eventually curiosity had won out against laziness and caution. He had managed to get his hands on a lead pipe which he carried with him, but luckily he'd had no reason to use it as he'd made his way - back to walls the whole time - to the specified location.

It was something of a relief when he finally walked up to the building, and he was glad he'd come as he was greeted with the sight of not only the mage, but a point-eared man in an unfamiliar uniform. This was shaping up to be an interesting day, and Near lived for interesting things.

"Raistlin Majere? I am Near."

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Raistlin pulled back the obscuring hood of his robe, revealing the metallic skin and hourglass eyes for which he had become famed on Krynn. "Hello to the both of you," he said, bowing his head in greeting. "How fortuitous for you both to have made it. Please, follow me to my chambers. The open street is not the safest place for a gathering." Turning to face the door to the hotel, the mage clacked his staff on the cement, bringing the front doors to open wide to accept the three young men.

"This way, if you would," he invited, entering the building.

[out_ofthe_chair]

Spock tightly nodded once at the invitation, waiting for Near to proceed him as Raistlin Majere led the way through the doors. He had not expected the presence of the achromic male, though he supposed with the manifestation of orating canine units, it was not all that unusual for someone of that coloring to exist.

Nor had he expected the anomalous shape of Raistlin Majere's eyes.

This should prove interesting, Spock mused, taking in the view of the elaborately decorated lobby as they traversed through it. He could conclude that this place must have been aesthetically pleasing during the height of its peak. At the moment, however, he was much more interested in his afternoon companions, and from whence they came.

"Mr. Near," Spock started, his pace even as he continued to follow Raistlin. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Spock."

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"Mr. Spock, pleased to meet you," he replied in kind, though he didn't really sound either pleased or displeased about the matter.

Both Raistlin and Spock looked odd to Near. Between Raistlin's eyes and Spock's ears, he felt very much as if he were in a fantasy novel. However, considering he'd initially been greeted by a talking cat upon his arrival, very little fazed him. He was much more interested in witnessing this supposed magic of Raistlin's than in speculating as to the species or origins of either man.

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Raistlin led them both into his room, a large suite with several books on tables and shelves, and one desk/table completely occupied by plastic and glass bottles of various make, all filled with strange looking fluids. "To answer the unasked question," Raistlin began, "I am indeed human. The circumstances behind my appearance are, shall we say, unique."

[out_ofthe_chair]

"I confess that it is unusual for humans to exhibit such distinctive features," Spock confirmed, striding into the room and speculatively eying the various containers and materials. The living arrangement was unique, though not what Spock would not have expected. He was tempted to inquire after the contents, marginally regretting his lack of a tricorder. But this was not what he was here for.

It was as he passed the table that he turned, expression unreadable but for one quirked eyebrow.

"Your magic," Spock offered as a lead in, already suspecting that the mage's appearance was connected to his craft. It was the only logical explanation, as the facts currently stood.

[solesuccessor]

Near was very quiet, but this wasn't unusual for Near. He curled a finger in his hair as he took in his surroundings, categorically absorbing everything he saw. To him, the room looked like a medieval chemistry lab. He wondered if that was typical of the average mage, or if Raistlin was particularly eccentric.

"Yes, your magic," Near added, "What will you be demonstrating for us?" Blunt and to the point, but that was Near.

[ooc: Apologies for the lateness! It was my birthday weekend and it ended up being an unexpected hiatus. :x]

So much apologies for my own lateness!

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"Yes, my magic," the mage replied. "Grant me but one moment to find a suitable demonstration. Shirak." The staff in his hands abruptly began to glow, the gemstone atop it illuminating the mage's search across a table covered with books and singed parchment. He played the role of the slightly addled wizard well, having seen more than his fair share of such spellcasters before. Eventually, he plucked his own spellbook from the table, smiling.

"Here we are. I imagine any sort of pyromantic display would merely be construed as the work of some chemical agent, so perhaps I'll go for a spell that is more ... subtle. If I may, would one of you be so kind as to rend a piece of your own clothing? Not off, mind you."