Who: Victor Kruger When: July 1, shortly after In the Rain Where: The Rowland House Invited: Everyone in the house, folks arriving from In the Rain Status: Complete
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Llaeseaf watched Alexei confront the magic user, Akkarin. As soon as Alexei had closed in on Akkarin, the fight or flight instinct was decided for the Djinni. He would not abandon his lover, so fight it was. Llaeseaf hung back, not wanting to get in Alexei's way for whatever the Warrior might unleash. Orange-blue flames crawled over Llaeseaf's skin and covered his fists, waiting for the right moment to release Djinni fire
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Marie was paying close attention to things going on, for she knew that in this battle, she was seriously outclassed. Any of the three mages in the room could deflect her puny abilities, and not for the first time, she wished she didn't have them.
If Akkarin, Alexei, and Llaeseaf got in a fight, the best she could do was dump a cup of water on the combatants, and probably that would get her killed.
So she attempted to blend into the house's woodwork and stay forgotten and out of sight.
[Alexei] Looking for any reason to stay mad. LOL!cupnjavaApril 16 2007, 02:25:00 UTC
They were right-sort of. Alexei did react a little too strongly-maybe.
But! Just who did Akkarin think he was with that “unless you do something stupid” crap. Something stupid, like casting magic in a roomful of strangers while not knowing the sensibilities and sensitivities of those people? That kind of stupid? Well, that would be and was stupid. The change over the land also changed people. What if someone had developed a magic allergy or became extra sensitive to it? Perhaps, that was stretching a little bit. Just…just a little
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"I'm... fine. A little shaken but.... I'm fine, Alexei. Let it go," Llaeseaf said quietly.
Alexei was still agitated and Llaeseaf wasn't sure how to calm his lover down that would be socially acceptable. Somehow, hugging Alexei tight to him while stroking his fingers through the Warrior's hair seemed a little bit much to spring on the people they'd been slowly coming to know. A hard sparring match to work out that agression wasn't an option at the moment either. Re-direction was probably the best course of action.
"Are you alright, Aleila, was it? You look like you've been through a bit of a rough go," Llaeseaf said, tugging on Alexei's arm and turning his lover to face the newest arrival.
By the time they reached Ami's house - Kayla insisted on dropping her friend off first - it was very much apparent that the umbrella may as well have been for decoration. Both of them were pleasantly drenched, and Kayla was just happy that it was a warm summer rain. Although her modesty did rear its head long enough for her to decide she was happy that she was only in Ami's company.
That was until they stepped inside the foyer and the door closed behind them. Kayla originally thought that the voices belonged to the few people in town that she knew, or people who had a reason to be there. Now she knew differently.
There were three brand new faces.
Kayla immediately crossed her arms across her breasts and wished that she had opted to keep walking after dropping Ami off.
"Wow," Ami didn't seem to miss a beat as she took in the strangers. "More new faces. I hope this is the sign of things to come."
Akkarin let Alexei's ranting wash over him, then ignored the man as people continued to enter. It was a wonder that there were so many people in this place, all together. Perhaps there was some hope. It would be a shame if he had to leave so soon, but he wasn't about to apologise for Alexei's paranoia.
Aleila looked nervous and apprehensive at being surrounded by so many people. There was something slightly odd about her, but it was faint, like a nagging at the edge of his awareness. He ignored that as well; he was tired and this world was strange, and whatever it was didn't seem to be something he had to know about urgently.
Two more women came in from the rain, soaking wet. Victor greeted them warmly, introducing them as Ami and Kayla, and handed them towels.
"I can dry you off," Akkarin offered. "If nobody objects." He shifted his gaze to Alexei.
Aleila was more than happy when she felt some of the aggression and fear deminish. The sensations where familiar and yet somehow foreign, like there was just something of an edge to them... As strong as they had been, they had been far from pleasant, and she'd had to fight the urge to run right back into the rain
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Ami had a mixed reaction to Victor's affection. Like always, her heart did that foolish little skip and she couldn't stop the smile that turned up the corners of her mouth or the blush of heat and desire that he made her feel. Combined with it was a new nervousness and uncertainty brought on by the knowledge of the brand new life growing inside of her; she was alternately excited and terrified, wanting to pull him aside and tell him and yet, not wanting to tell him at all
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Alexei rolled his eyes. Parlor tricks. Years, decades, and lifetimes had been spent honing the craft and this twit reduced the art and science of magic to a dog and pony show
( ... )
Marie felt the tension starting to subside with the new girl's arrival, though she carefully didn't attract any attention to herself other than giving the girl a friendly smile and nod.
It was Akkarin's magic that held her attention once she wasn't worried about the house suddenly becoming a battleground. Heated air currents. That would be a combination of fire and air, heating the air and moving it. She'd have to practice heating stuff without setting it on fire when she got home; no point in making the situation any more tense than it needed to be. Come to think of it, that might be helpful in a cold spell. If she could keep the molecules around her agitated just enough, she wouldn't have to worry about layered clothes. It would be warm, like it was now. Then she'd learn how to move the air currents around to heat an area. That would be good.
She yawned in the warmth and sat down.
(OOC: Marie's unconsciously generating a small amount of warmth in the air around herself. Whether this is enough for anybody else to notice is a good
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Michelle wasn't sure why Victor felt it necessary to have her bring bread and salt, but she hurried to do so. When she returned to the foyer she had a better idea. The tension among the group was obvious and Victor obviously hoped to defuse it
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"That would be quite fine, thankyou," Ami said after what was evidently a period of some thought. Akkarin nodded and focussed his power to warm and dry Ami's clothes and hair, pleased with how little it drained him. His strength was definitely returning - slowly, to be sure, but he could at least now be confident that he would one day regain most of what he had once had.
Michelle and Victor conducted a ritual of bread and salt which had a definite sense of formality to it. To Akkarin's surprise, he was the one Victor turned to next.
"May I offer you bread and salt, brother?" Akkarin frowned slightly, recalling the words Victor had used as he took a cracker.
"And they that take bread and salt with ye are as your brothers and sisters," he said, stumbling a little over the apparently archaic formulation of the sentence, "and your hand shall not be lifted against them."
Well, if he means to stop Alexei and I getting into a fight, he'll have no argument from me, he thought as he ate his cracker. It was horrid, but he avoided showing
( ... )
Oh by the way, if anybody still wet decides to take Akkarin up on his offer, feel free to assume Akkarin just does it. No need to wait on me writing it happening.
Llaeseaf accepted the cracker when the plate was presented to him and gave Alexei a little nudge to do the same. He repeated the ritual words and hoped Alexei would follow suit. A little smile twitched Llaeseaf's lips. He hadn't participated or seen such a ritual in... centuries. The idea of returning to customs from ages ago tickled his sense of humour
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Aleila stared as Victor did the 'ritual'. That was just... weird. But than again, a lot was weird lately, and from what she could feel, the boy hoped to achieve something.
Everyone seemed nice anough towards her. Even the angry one, she'd forgotten his name and he had been angry, had taken the time to give her a friendly nod. It reasured her once again that non of the tention she was feeling was because of, or directed at her. She'd already known that, of course, but... Between knowing and believing was a gap.
She struggled to remember the words for when the bord of crackers came to her... She just hoped she wouldn't do anything wrong...
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If Akkarin, Alexei, and Llaeseaf got in a fight, the best she could do was dump a cup of water on the combatants, and probably that would get her killed.
So she attempted to blend into the house's woodwork and stay forgotten and out of sight.
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But! Just who did Akkarin think he was with that “unless you do something stupid” crap. Something stupid, like casting magic in a roomful of strangers while not knowing the sensibilities and sensitivities of those people? That kind of stupid? Well, that would be and was stupid. The change over the land also changed people. What if someone had developed a magic allergy or became extra sensitive to it? Perhaps, that was stretching a little bit. Just…just a little ( ... )
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Alexei was still agitated and Llaeseaf wasn't sure how to calm his lover down that would be socially acceptable. Somehow, hugging Alexei tight to him while stroking his fingers through the Warrior's hair seemed a little bit much to spring on the people they'd been slowly coming to know. A hard sparring match to work out that agression wasn't an option at the moment either. Re-direction was probably the best course of action.
"Are you alright, Aleila, was it? You look like you've been through a bit of a rough go," Llaeseaf said, tugging on Alexei's arm and turning his lover to face the newest arrival.
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That was until they stepped inside the foyer and the door closed behind them. Kayla originally thought that the voices belonged to the few people in town that she knew, or people who had a reason to be there. Now she knew differently.
There were three brand new faces.
Kayla immediately crossed her arms across her breasts and wished that she had opted to keep walking after dropping Ami off.
"Wow," Ami didn't seem to miss a beat as she took in the strangers. "More new faces. I hope this is the sign of things to come."
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Aleila looked nervous and apprehensive at being surrounded by so many people. There was something slightly odd about her, but it was faint, like a nagging at the edge of his awareness. He ignored that as well; he was tired and this world was strange, and whatever it was didn't seem to be something he had to know about urgently.
Two more women came in from the rain, soaking wet. Victor greeted them warmly, introducing them as Ami and Kayla, and handed them towels.
"I can dry you off," Akkarin offered. "If nobody objects." He shifted his gaze to Alexei.
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It was Akkarin's magic that held her attention once she wasn't worried about the house suddenly becoming a battleground. Heated air currents. That would be a combination of fire and air, heating the air and moving it. She'd have to practice heating stuff without setting it on fire when she got home; no point in making the situation any more tense than it needed to be. Come to think of it, that might be helpful in a cold spell. If she could keep the molecules around her agitated just enough, she wouldn't have to worry about layered clothes. It would be warm, like it was now. Then she'd learn how to move the air currents around to heat an area. That would be good.
She yawned in the warmth and sat down.
(OOC: Marie's unconsciously generating a small amount of warmth in the air around herself. Whether this is enough for anybody else to notice is a good ( ... )
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Michelle and Victor conducted a ritual of bread and salt which had a definite sense of formality to it. To Akkarin's surprise, he was the one Victor turned to next.
"May I offer you bread and salt, brother?" Akkarin frowned slightly, recalling the words Victor had used as he took a cracker.
"And they that take bread and salt with ye are as your brothers and sisters," he said, stumbling a little over the apparently archaic formulation of the sentence, "and your hand shall not be lifted against them."
Well, if he means to stop Alexei and I getting into a fight, he'll have no argument from me, he thought as he ate his cracker. It was horrid, but he avoided showing ( ... )
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Everyone seemed nice anough towards her. Even the angry one, she'd forgotten his name and he had been angry, had taken the time to give her a friendly nod. It reasured her once again that non of the tention she was feeling was because of, or directed at her. She'd already known that, of course, but... Between knowing and believing was a gap.
She struggled to remember the words for when the bord of crackers came to her... She just hoped she wouldn't do anything wrong...
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