can you believe in something if the something doesn't exist?

[gracioustrain]

The sensation is coming from Trian.

He is seated on a couch in the Basement Lobby, with his eyes shut and hands folded neatly on his lap. He is speaking, words of another language flowing from his lips almost without pause; he hardly seems to be drawing breath. The words are melodic, seeming to bypass your ears and ripple through your mind. But

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[holdtothem]

Cole has been sitting, watching, confusion obvious on his face as he watches. What the hell? And he thought this place couldn't get any weirder...

He watches as the words stop, but he doesn't say anything. He's learned not to really comment on whatever is going on at the moment, just to trust that it is probably something to do with the Rift, and therefore something he doesn't understand.

Still, though... what the hell?

[gracioustrain]

Trian jerks when he realises there had been someone watching him, but the surprise on his face is quickly smoothed over. A grin flickers across his face, but there is a wearisness to his expression. "Interested in what you see?"

[holdtothem]

Cole nods, a little nervous- was he supposed to be watching? "A bit," he admits. He pauses, unsure how to word the question. "What was that?" he asks finally. "The... the gold things?" Letters. Words. He knows that, but... he also knows they weren't.

[gracioustrain]

((ooc: It's getting late here, I'll pick up tomorrow?))

Trian's grin widens at this. "They are the words I use to shape energy into a form of my own choosing, although usually they do not appear in the physical plane," he says. Pausing for a moment, he amends, "In other words, they are a part of a magic spell."

He sighs, shoulders slumping a little. "I would give a demonstration, but magic here is...different from home."

[just_the_spare]

Regulus had been walking through the halls, going over things in his mind when he felt the push against his psyche. It was a familiar but foreign feeling at the same time. It sort of felt like different wards back home when you first passed through them, but there was something different about it. Something he couldn't pinpoint it.

He stood in entrance way to the Lobby and saw the the man and all the strange words floating around.

"What in Merlin's name...?" Regulus breathed as he looked around.

[gracioustrain]

As the words fade away and he opens his eyes, Trian automatically glances around the room. Seeing a new face at the lobby entrance looking somewhat confused, he grins, though it is a little more tired than usual. "Interested in my magic?"

[just_the_spare]

"I am," Regulus said, focusing on Trian. "I've seen many different brands of magic before, but none that looked or felt like that."

[gracioustrain]

"Oh?" Trian's interest is piqued. Indicating one of the seats across from him, he asks, "You sound well versed in the nature of magic. A mage as well? I'm interested in these other brands of magic you speak of."