Mikael Bronti - OC - Multiversal Bar Of Choice

[mm_danii]

The nice thing about being a freelance sorcerysoft designer was that you could work anywhere... including the end of the universe.

The apartment had been too cramped and the park had been too bright and the beach had been too distracting. Thus, Mikael was here. In the bar. Still stuck.

"If this stupid bastard wasn't stuck on using Elder

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[mm_azy]

"So cheat."

Suggests the black-coated figure nearby.

[mm_danii]

He turns, irritated.

"I don't. Cheat. Cheating is admitting something is better than you and fuck me if I'm admitting I can't do this how my client wants it."

[mm_azy]

"Then your complaining is pointless." Pause. "It was just a suggestion."

[mm_danii]

"My complaining is my own business, especially as I neither sought you out nor complained to you. As it vents my frustrations in a non-violent manner, it serves a purpose and thus is not pointless."

He looks at Roxas.

"Do I even know you?"

[x_skin]

"Using what?" Angelo asks curiously.

[mm_danii]

He looks up.

"The Elder futhark. As opposed to the Younger or Scandinavian futhark which has a larger set of base runes."

...most kids out of high school knew that much.

[x_skin]

"And a futhark would be... a runic alphabet?"

[mm_danii]

...

"Yes."

As if he'd just asked if two plus two could possibly equal four.

[cak_lars]

There's a brother perched on the back of Mikael's chair.

"Wacha? Been looking for you all over."

[mm_danii]

He looks up.

"Where did you expect me to be?"

[cak_lars]

"Hiding in our room."

He peers at the screen.

"What's all this?"

[mm_danii]

"My work," he answers, tipping his head up to look at his brother. "And why would I be hiding in our room? It's a beautiful day out. One of the beauties of a laptop is it's portability."

[mm_lettie]

"I hope you're getting paid better for that," Marissa notes from her spot in the corner.

She doesn't actually know what he's doing, but Elder futhark was more limited as far as predictions and things went in her opinion. Not that she was terribly involved in that business.

[mm_danii]

"Ridiculously well, actually, as I have something of a reputation," he admits, "but it's certainly irritating enough to warrant the bill. Bloody purists."

[mm_lettie]

Because he seems a little grumpy, she levitates a chocolate frog in front of him.

"Did you ask for a reason?" She would have.

[mm_danii]

"As I said, the man's a purist. I think he'd vomit if something other than his laptop that was made after 1000 passed his door."

[mm_azy]

There's a sound like somebody trying to speak, and then it's abruptly cut off as Raistlin breaks into a cough. It's a matter of moments before a mug of tea is delivered into his hands.

"As I was about to say," he rasps after downing it. "You have an interesting device there."

[cak_danii]

He looks over at Raistlin.

"You mean the computer or the thing on it?"

[mm_azy]

"The 'computer,'" Raistlin replies. "The invocation, is not so much." He's seen dozens - hundreds - of invocations.

[cak_danii]

He snorts.

"Yeah, me too."

He closes the cover, though, because that's his work.

"This is my laptop. I'm guessing by the look of you that you've not seen one of these?"