::Open RP: Kitten-Smitten::

[i_am_an_hero]

While A, as a general rule, is content to stay in his room, Schrodinger is a growing kitten, and always eager to explore and play. A's room is small, and even a tiny kitten seems to need space, so A has taken her to the Great Hall, where there is space for her to frolic

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[jezzthespoon]

The first thing Jezz noticed was the levitating feather. The second was the kitten, and the third was the human with the wand overseeing them both. The small raven on his shoulder noticed all this as well, and promptly abandoned her perch. "Ragari-" Jezz called after her, somewhat exasperated, but as she shot toward A's head she seemed to have left his voice some distance behind, still trying to tie its figurative shoes.

Well, so her reasoning might have gone, if Jezz wasn't going to let her appropriate his hair...

[jezzthespoon]

"Ah. Those things." Jezz decided that if he was going to go on with this it was high time to sit down. He reached over for a chair, absently rubbing at his braced leg once seated.

"That is why neutrality is important. If enemies were in control in such a place, and if they held the power, that would be a danger of sorts. At least an agony. That's true enough. But in this place they have no such advantage. They have no such power. If they take it in their heads to strike..." Jezz smirked. "... they can't stop a strike back. They can only delay it."

He was thinking of the enemies back "home," the Lolthians and the Eilistraeens. He was confident in his own ability to strike back.

[i_am_an_hero]

"Tactics, you're talking about tactics and groups and battles," A notes. "I don't. I don't mean that. It only takes one person, one person, to make you not want to live."

[jezzthespoon]

This, Jezz thought, was part of why he hadn't seen his like before - the window of opportunity would be so small. If a drow decided he didn't want to live, which would be rare enough to start with, there tended to be plenty of chances not to, and that would be the end of it except maybe cleaning up the mess.

"My people are used to working on a larger scale," he said. "And we take a practical approach. If it's only one, it's that much easier."

[i_am_an_hero]

"Even if it's one person who's bigger than you, stronger, faster? And you don't have 'people'? One person can do a lot of things." A shivered again, willing himself not to think about it.

[jezzthespoon]

"Then you think of how to make that count for nothing." He wondered briefly how he'd arrived at this path of conversation, but went along with it. His fascination lingered. "If your mind is good, use it. If theirs is better, that's what feeblemind was made for. Here there's time to work it out."

Jezz paused before adding on impulse, leaning forward slightly, "Some used to underestimate me because of my leg. Now I have learned to fly as fast as they could ever run." That was true enough. Flight was a perfectly valid and useful spell, but it could also be an enjoyable one.

[i_am_an_hero]

"Feeblemind... is that a drug?"

Cross at being ignored, Schrodinger nipped at A's fingers, shaking away some of his gloom. He picked up the little kitten, scratching behind her ears.

"Flying. That sounds beautiful, but frightening too." Like much about this place.

[jezzthespoon]

"A spell from my home world. Simply put, it reduces the target to an incoherent idiot." He considered. "Id moss would also serve, though its effect is less reliable and has less staying power. And flying is as safe as anything with the right spells."

[i_am_an_hero]

"Does that mean there isn't a spell that would do that here? It sounds like it'd be useful. I'm supposed to learn hexes, after all. If I made... someone... an idiot, I'd have a chance to get away."

[jezzthespoon]

"There may be other spells here that do the same. There probably are. I speak of what I know."

[i_am_an_hero]

"I want to find out. I want to learn a spell like that."

[jezzthespoon]

Jezz nodded. "Good for you." He thought that if he'd owned the appropriate scroll at that moment, he might well have offered it right then. Another moment's thought told him of his own inexperience with spells of that power, how much (lack of) experience this one probably had, and the corresponding chances of it backfiring spectacularly, and what would the benefit be in that anyway? It wasn't as if he was still offering bribes in the Sorting Room.

But then he found himself saying, "If it turns out there are no spells like it here, I can track down a copy and we can learn it together."

That probably wouldn't be the case anyway, he told himself, though he found himself not particularly minding the what-if-it-were.

[i_am_an_hero]

A looked startled at that, then smiled. It could be a trick, a trap... but if it was, if someone who knew spells wanted to hurt him, they wouldn't really need a trap, would they?

"That would be good," he said softly. "I know someone else who would like to learn a spell like that. He can help me try to find it. Thank you."