((Because there are so many closed RPs up ... figured I should post an open one. Come mingle if you like, or meet Miss Primavera, or rescue her from being chatted up by a geeky mage
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Kurama sat atop a table opposite Lezard and... whoever the other one was, munching an apple. The woman didn't smell quite human, but that was starting to be kind of the norm here, so he didn't bother. Instead, he addressed Lezard.
"How's detention working out for you, O' Great Mage?"
Lezard turned to see the redhead who'd been so very displeased at his Sorting. "Detention," he said, chin lifting, "is a joke. However it's given me occasion to do something productive, so I don't count it a complete waste of time. The mangosteen grove's climate problem is now entirely solved."
He seemed to expect the blonde beside him to give a damn. Ignoring him, she continued to jab at her uneaten pumpkin tart. "Allow me to introduce Miss Primavera Bobinski," said Lezard to Kurama. "She is a kind of homunculus I have not seen before."
"Because it's ever so polite to share everyone's medical history on first meeting," sniffed Primavera. "Had all your shots, Valeth?"
Gustav's accomplishment of the day: a new cloak. He'd long ago used his old one as a Sorting bribe, and this one was adapted from a blanket of nearly the same color, scrounged from the house elves, with safety pins for a clasp. There were folk in the Corps who would have envied a cloak like that.
As he was walking across the Great Hall, he happened to hear the snatch of conversation and automatically turned in its direction, curious. Upon turning he became even more curious when he saw the context.
"So'n," he suavely entered the conversation, "what's a homunculus? Is it anything like a Carbuncle?" It was something of a questionable association, but he threw it in anyway, so as to cover for the fact that he was not at all sure how the term might apply to the woman before him.
Aha, a chance for Lezard to be diplomatic and show off the knowledge he gained from the Philosopher's Stone! "He did not mean to offend, Miss Primavera," he reassured the Lilim girl. "A Carbuncle is not only a hideous pus-filled boil, but also the name of a powerful entity which can be summoned in battle."
"I fight my own battles," said Primavera, and started picking at some chipped polish on her fingernail.
Lezard sighed and turned his attention to Gustav. "A homunculus is an artificial life form, created by a mage or alchemist. A living doll like Miss Primavera could be considered a homunculus. Tell me, sir, if you will, how is it that you know of the Carbuncle summon?"
"There were summoners both sides of the war I was in. Picked things up here and there."
Well, thanks to his questionable comparison skills, there went his chances of scoring. "'s also a kind of jewel," he added, in a somewhat flailing attempt to repair the damage.
"That is correct. Garnets are also known as carbuncles. They too are beautiful," said Lezard gallantly (though with no particular heat: Primavera did not resemble a Valkyrie), "and what's more, when worn, they can strengthen a critical attack."
Unimpressed, Primavera continued to scratch at her nail polish.
Lezard continued. "I have never met a mage who specialized in summon magic. It is not widespread in my lands, and I know of it only through reading obscure lore. You've seen summoning performed, I take it?"
Sufficently recovered enough to leave the classroom, and craving more of that beef broth, Beyond went to get more.
What Kusuriyuri did stopped the blood flow and made it slightly less painful, but he suspected Kusuriyuri didn't stop the pain because he wanted Beyond to feel it.
After the doll's earlier revelations, Lezard has been reduced to staring at Primavera. For her part, she's actually enjoying the attention, in a sort of disturbing way. A doll exists to be seen. A doll's a thing of surface and plane, she once said to Iggy, or did Iggy say that to her? Or was it Dr. Spalanzani? Oh, the confluences of past and future, so hard to sift.
So she's a little irritated when someone comes into their field of vision and snags the attention of her audience.
Beyond jumped, and turned, narrow-eyed, at Lezard. "And you are...Lezard Valeth. Another dead one." He turned to Primavera. "Primavera Bobinski. Also dead. Forming a club?"
"That's been done already," Primavera informs him. "Only it's a Dead Girls Club so neither of you can join. Anyway how did you know? Am I really that pale?" From her purse she extracts a compact mirror and begins to study her face. The question was largely rhetorical -- dolls are always milk-pale, porcelain-pale.
"A Dead Girls Club? What a novel idea," muses Lezard, perhaps with certain ideas about such an organization's clubhouse. He turns his bespectacled gaze squarely upon B: "But how did you know I have shed my mortal form?"
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"How's detention working out for you, O' Great Mage?"
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He seemed to expect the blonde beside him to give a damn. Ignoring him, she continued to jab at her uneaten pumpkin tart. "Allow me to introduce Miss Primavera Bobinski," said Lezard to Kurama. "She is a kind of homunculus I have not seen before."
"Because it's ever so polite to share everyone's medical history on first meeting," sniffed Primavera. "Had all your shots, Valeth?"
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He bowed a little to Primavera. "Nice to meet you."
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Lezard continued to hold his chin high. When you were a god, you didn't need to follow mortal rules of etiquette!
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As he was walking across the Great Hall, he happened to hear the snatch of conversation and automatically turned in its direction, curious. Upon turning he became even more curious when he saw the context.
"So'n," he suavely entered the conversation, "what's a homunculus? Is it anything like a Carbuncle?" It was something of a questionable association, but he threw it in anyway, so as to cover for the fact that he was not at all sure how the term might apply to the woman before him.
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Aha, a chance for Lezard to be diplomatic and show off the knowledge he gained from the Philosopher's Stone! "He did not mean to offend, Miss Primavera," he reassured the Lilim girl. "A Carbuncle is not only a hideous pus-filled boil, but also the name of a powerful entity which can be summoned in battle."
"I fight my own battles," said Primavera, and started picking at some chipped polish on her fingernail.
Lezard sighed and turned his attention to Gustav. "A homunculus is an artificial life form, created by a mage or alchemist. A living doll like Miss Primavera could be considered a homunculus. Tell me, sir, if you will, how is it that you know of the Carbuncle summon?"
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Well, thanks to his questionable comparison skills, there went his chances of scoring. "'s also a kind of jewel," he added, in a somewhat flailing attempt to repair the damage.
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Unimpressed, Primavera continued to scratch at her nail polish.
Lezard continued. "I have never met a mage who specialized in summon magic. It is not widespread in my lands, and I know of it only through reading obscure lore. You've seen summoning performed, I take it?"
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What Kusuriyuri did stopped the blood flow and made it slightly less painful, but he suspected Kusuriyuri didn't stop the pain because he wanted Beyond to feel it.
And he's kept the kitchen knife.
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So she's a little irritated when someone comes into their field of vision and snags the attention of her audience.
"Hello," says Lezard Valeth to the young man.
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"A Dead Girls Club? What a novel idea," muses Lezard, perhaps with certain ideas about such an organization's clubhouse. He turns his bespectacled gaze squarely upon B: "But how did you know I have shed my mortal form?"
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