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[bloody_awful]

A bloke walks into a bar and shuts the door behind him, leaning against it and closing his eyes for a moment

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[val_von_doom]

"Guess it's lemonade for me then," says a teen-aged blond whose just sat down. She's holding a book about Alchemy which (if this narrator can take a liberty) John knows has some decent and factual information on the subject.

[bloody_awful]

"Lemonade it is," John says. He pulls a bottle out of the ice cooler, twists the top open and hands it to her with a clean glass filled with ice.

Then he peers at the book. "al-Rashid? What's a nice girl like you doing with a boring old fart like that?" But he's smiling as he asks.

[val_von_doom]

Val takes a long sip of the lemonade before answering. "Long story. Short version is I'm apprenticed and this is optional reading that looked interesting. I thought it'd be easier for me to understand seeing as how I'm new to magic but science is old school for me. I'm Val."

[bloody_awful]

"John," he replies. "He's all right in the basics, old Rashid," he adds, nodding at the book. "Just ignore him when he starts ranting about the Zabaniah and the shayātīn. He's got a bit of a bug up his arse about that. So, why are you learning magic anyway?"

[val_von_doom]

Val notes the as yet unfamiliar words for later reference.

"To be honest it was kind of an impulse. See my dad was always big with science and magic but I never took to magic myself. I didn't trust it as the rules that govern it always seem to change. But then I found myself stuck here with nothing to do so I thought I'd give it a try. Asked Weyland to teach me and I have to say I'm glad I did. Magic is as interesting as science in it's own way. It's definitely been a challenge. Are you a sorcerer?"

[bloody_awful]

"A sorcerer? Oh, yes, I suppose you could say that," John says. He grins in a way that teenage girls might do well not to trust. He picks up a bottle of vodka and nods at her glass of lemondade. Leaning in, he says conspiratorially, "You sure you don't want a shot in that, sweetheart? I should think a sorceress like yourself could handle a little top-up."

[val_von_doom]

Val laughs and shakes her hands in denial. "I'm no sorceress and the last guy who gave me alcohol got a serious talking to by my uncle. I didn't like the hang over much either."

And to be safe, Val manifests her mutant ability and makes a force field over her glass.

[bloody_awful]

John shrugs affably and puts the vodka away. "Can't blame a bloke for trying," he says. "So, who's this Weyland, then? Your uncle?"

[val_von_doom]

"No, my uncle's Ben Grimm. Big guy with orange rock skin. I'm apprenticed to Weyland the smith god. Maybe you've heard of him?" She says this completely dead pan and with little hint of the pride she feels. There is some as she is a teenager after all.

[OOC-And I need to run to slow until tomorrow. I can make a logical fade post then if you'd rather.]

[bloody_awful]

[ooc: slow is fine. Catch you later!]

[val_von_doom]

[ooc-I'm around if you are.]