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[rowan_narrators]

WHO: Nazarene, Lloy, Aihlen, Aspen, Tori, and introducing Melquiades
WHAT: being out and about and available for chatting
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: all over the city
NOTES: please specify in the subject line of your comment which NPC you would like to interact with

Nazarene hated coming into town now. Time was not predictable, and she hated

Comments

Melquiades. Nice name.

[creaoi_ang_cor]

Cris noticed the elf before he noticed the sign, his attention drawn by the elf's stillness and the fact that he was separate from the crowd. Only gave him a cursory glance, at first.

Then he noticed the sign, and that's what made him pause in his steps and smile a little.

Well, why not. Odds were he had time to kill. He walked up near where the elf sat and indicated the sign.

"You don't seem very confident."

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[iknowstuffmaybe]

He looks up and notes the bright aura of magecraft around the young man, and the weird shimmer of the worldwalkers, even among all the other impressions swirling in his shamanic vision.

"Well, that's certainly an interesting interpretation."

[creaoi_ang_cor]

He was probably selling something. People rarely advertised unless there was some sort of price. Still, Cris was less interested in the (maybe) information, and more in the elf himself. Anyone who put a sign like that up had a sense of humor.

"Either that or you're playing coy. Is the 'maybe' there as some sort of qualifier? To keep people from thinking you're arrogant?" He shrugged. "I know stuff too, but you don't see me putting it on a sign."

[iknowstuffmaybe]

He chuckled at that.

"And an alternate theory emerges. It is a qualifier, of sorts. I suppose it would be more accurate to say 'I have a good but fallible method of learning things unavailable to most people' but that's just awkward to write on a sign."

Lloy

[minthemagician]

Min was having less luck plying her seamstress abilities than her magic. For one thing, magic took less time to get the job done. Second, sewing just lacked... pizazz. It was something she was willing to do but had far less passion for, and so she pursued it with far less ambition.

That didn't change the fact that she needed to eat, she thought as she toyed anxiously with the silk at her throat. She ached to remove it, but she'd already seen one of her acquaintances develop a nasty nosebleed after an accidental bout of violent telekinesis, and there was no word that the majiks had been put in order again.

She sighed and petted Lucius, who was curled up in the crook of her arm. He needed to eat, too. But at least he could always scrounge up a mouse.

When Min looked up again, she saw Lloy approaching. She gave him a wave -- a bit less enthusiastically than she might have under other circumstances.

[rowan_narrators]

"Good afternoon, Magician," Lloy said pleasantly. "The weather is most interesting today, is it not? Much cooler than it was at this time last year." He noticed the cat in her arms and smiled at it. Lloy liked animals, as did the rest of his people. "Does your friend have a name?"

[minthemagician]

"This is Lucius." She held him up, although the kitten didn't seem to be in a friend-making mood. He squirmed as her grip on him changed.

"I never thanked you properly." She re-adjusted her hold on Lucius and he settled down again. "For helping me out by the Tree."

[rowan_narrators]

Lloy didn't do that annoying human and demon thing of talking to the cat in a baby voice. He just held out his hand and continued to look at the little kitten, who looked back at him. "It was my pleasure," he said to the cat's owner, and he actually meant it. Not just being able to help her, but the whole experience. "He was quite an interesting person. I am glad he did not eat you." That was also something he genuinely meant.

Lucius seemed to have decided that Lloy was all right, and had accepted his hand, first by nuzzling against it, and then by digging his claws into calloused fingers and climbing up. If the centaur was surprised by the sudden little pinprick assault, he didn't show it, just turned his large palm so the small cat tumbled safely into it.

Melquiades

[not_even_dreams]

Sam remembered very well how Jhelbor had shone during the battle for the city, and it wasn't anything like this. That had been chaos, a jumble of auras and spells and shimmering rain. This was more like walking through an interminable dazzling fog. The voices didn't help, either. He was constantly distracted, recently to the point that it was difficult to work.

Now why did that seem so familiar.

He was spending more and more time at home, but once in a while he just had to get out and get some air, and get away from his entirely unhelpful roommate. He thanked whatever god or gods had sent Guy back to him -- really he did. But every time he remembered Guy had some sort of connection back to that god, and still couldn't help him at all... That got a little frustrating.

He wasn't much interested in walking, now that he was outside. He broke away from the traffic of the walkway and settled down by a building, pulling his knees up to his chin. He barely even registered the elf sitting a matter of feet to his left.

shaman bonding tiem GO

[iknowstuffmaybe]

The voices were getting louder. Sharper too, almost...more real, full of slick desert heat and the roar of a rockslide and the glittercool taste of moonlight and the old familiar scent of old pages/clock's tick/viscous texture of ink over his fingers.

They were louder and all overlapping and why - oh. He blinked a little at the brightness of the other shaman's aura, only some of it his own. So. This must be the Wedge.

Mel tossed a pebble so that it skittered over the cobbles near the man's feet.

"Below-type troubles?" he asked sympathetically.

yee-ha!

[not_even_dreams]

Sam squinted over at the elf. It took a moment to understand what he'd meant -- of course. 'Gods below.'

"Could say so."

[iknowstuffmaybe]

"Utterly ambiguous. I like it." He gave Sam a rueful expression and held out a hand.

"I'm Mel. And you?"

Aihlen

[ebony_musician]

Touya had been a little uneasy the past few days, and as such could be made change to his cat form rather easily. This was one of those moments. Someone with a rather large, something...he hadn't gotten to see what, had backed into him while neither of them were looking. It hadn't been a big deal, but Touya had changed on impact and darted off without seeing what happened...leaving his clothes where they fell.

He did the most natural thing then came to mind, seek out Aihlen for help. The elf had been much nicer than he had thought most adults could be. So he slipped in behind an elf and tracked Aihlen's scent until he found him and tapped him with a paw to get him to look down.

[rowan_narrators]

Aihlen frowned down at the black cat with one set of claws stuck in his pant leg. "Cat," he called out to whoever was in ear shot. "I've got a cat in here." He set down his paperwork and bent to attempt to unhook the animal without any injury to either of them. He'd never seen so many pets in one place. Elves just... didn't do pets. Not pets that didn't serve a purpose, anyway. Scouts and their Sylphs were different.

[ebony_musician]

Touya retracted his claws and sat down. Talking in this body wasn't something he could do so he needed some way to tell who he was. Thankfully his eyes hadn't changed so maybe if there was something else he could do...He sat down, using one of his hind legs to push the glowing gem he'd gotten from the gods up his stomach and into view.

As far as he knew, he was the only one who had something exactly like that stuck to him so maybe Aihlen would recongize it? He couldn't remember if he showed him after he told him about it.

[rowan_narrators]

Well. That was different. "What have you got there?" He was mostly speaking to himself, since clearly it would be ridiculous to talk to a cat like it could understand you. Aihlen touched the gem, and tried to tug it free, but it didn't budge. Very, very different. He did remember his conversation with Touya about his mysterious Godly encounter. He looked at the ears, flicked one of them lightly with his finger, and then say back in his chair. "Touya?" If he was mistaken, then the only one to hear his error would be the cat, and who was he going to tell?

Melquiades

[still_a_hero]

It was the sign. Sure the guy associated with the sign was slightly more noticeable than...who was left still out on the street, obviously being a traveler of a sort, but it was the sign that brought Jak off his course and over.

Eyeing the elf casually, his eyes darted back to the sign briefly. "You know stuff." Jak stated, not dismissing it or sounding skeptical, just getting right to business in a sense.

[iknowstuffmaybe]

Mel gazed up at the - hmm. The person addressing him. The worldwalker, by the sheen on his aura. Fascinating.

He smiled warmly and nodded in acknowlegement, his eyes twinkling and his lips quirking just a little as he added,

"Maybe."

[still_a_hero]

Jak couldn't resist a smile at this. Of course, being amused wouldn't get either of them much ground, and while he could stay locked in his thoughts for the better part of the day musing on the finer points; surely they had better to do.

So, without breaking eye contact, Jak posed his first question, "I'm guessin' there's a bit more to tell about you, maybe, knowing stuff?"

[iknowstuffmaybe]

Mel nodded simply. "I'm a shaman," he explained. "People give me questions they need answered, and I pester my goddess until she tells me."

It was a bit more complicated that that, of course, but that was the gist of it, and this worldwalker seemed the type to appreciate brevity.