The crisp cold air in Arum gives way to the more temperate nexus, and Martel loosens his cloak as he walks further away from the portal - habitually, as if this is something that he does quite often, because it is. The nexus has become a routine the way he knows just about anything can become routine, and he uses it for recreation and for business ( Read more... )

The week or so following his foray into spellcrafting on the fly is quiet - at least for Martel himself. Classifying his workload as 'quiet' is probably a matter of perspective, but it's a familiar hassle and one that most days he even enjoys. Nevertheless, if he wants to fine-tune anything out of what he pulled together for Hasibe he needs a bit ( Read more... )

Not once, but twice; there is something disconcerting about reliving that particular moment all over again, not quite able to disconnect himself from these men who might very well come from different worlds entirely. They look at him the same way - with rightful suspicion and outright shock, like they've seen a ghost put to rest and he's tearing ( Read more... )

The first time the notion came up in any sort of seriousness was months ago, when Master Snape went missing (and later turned up, hale and hearty as ever - which is to say, not very). He'd had to go to Grif in order to find someone who could manage with this technological bullshit, and while ultimately it had still been pointless, the fact remained ( Read more... )

While there are a lot of things in the world that Martel prioritizes above modern technology, and especially above 'disliking modern technology' - at the end of the day he's really not fond of it. He can't help it; he's a man of his era, and it'll be a long time before he's quite comfortable in Candice's world or with the trappings of it. It's a ( Read more... )

The past few weeks have been, for Martel...an interesting time. Today, though, today isn't very interesting. (Yet.) Today is mostly quiet; he's been occupying himself with finalizing his staff (as it'll stand for a time - it's more than likely he'll need to expand later, but for now he thinks he has everyone he needs sorted out), and now he's ( Read more... )

There are all sorts of things occupying Martel's attention lately - some of them more esoteric than others - but none so distracting he doesn't think to...well, to check in, for lack of a better way of putting it. His handwriting suffers slightly for the pinch of healing skin over his knuckles, but that'll be dispensed with soon enough ( Read more... )

Martel's morning typically begins before the sun rises; his days are busy lately and it suits him well enough, suits him even more to accomplish as much a day as he can possibly manage.

Not that he's ever had a tendency to push himself.

Still. Today is a little different; Candice had no interest in getting up quite that early and after lighting the ( Read more... )