Hey.
[Now clothed and thoroughly humbled, Camille makes a bid for the bearded man she'd ditched yesterday when next he trots by. She's in a dark long sleeved sweater, jeans, black ankle boots well broken in. Modern and indistinct, a dour dash between all regalia in peacocking hues.]
Think I owe you an apology.
[Now clothed and thoroughly humbled, Camille makes a bid for the bearded man she'd ditched yesterday when next he trots by. She's in a dark long sleeved sweater, jeans, black ankle boots well broken in. Modern and indistinct, a dour dash between all regalia in peacocking hues.]
Think I owe you an apology.
[ gale has returned to proper form in wizardly purple, which is both colorful and deeply un-modern. ]
Hello, Camille. I honestly can't imagine what for?
Hello, Camille. I honestly can't imagine what for?
[Brows rising. Bro loves his purp.]
I walked out on you ten seconds into a conversation. Little rude, don't you think?
I walked out on you ten seconds into a conversation. Little rude, don't you think?
A touch, but I wasn't going to hold it against you in a stressful kidnapping situation.
[ stress makes you do weird things! ]
[ stress makes you do weird things! ]
[Okay, that pulls a bashful smile from her.]
I don't know, maybe you should be a little less gracious. [a beat.] For the record, I—
[Jesus Christ. Her nose wrinkles and she casts her gaze outward, arms folded.]
"Witchcraft" and "wizardry" doesn't figure into my daily life. At all. I thought you were either crazy or playing into setting.
I don't know, maybe you should be a little less gracious. [a beat.] For the record, I—
[Jesus Christ. Her nose wrinkles and she casts her gaze outward, arms folded.]
"Witchcraft" and "wizardry" doesn't figure into my daily life. At all. I thought you were either crazy or playing into setting.
Ah, yes. As I've come to understand, this is shockingly more common that I'd have believed.
[ he talks with his hands a lot for the record, and is currently doing it now. constant wide gestures. ]
It's very strange to hear that one's entire life's purpose, study, and soul is simply ... non-existent in other worlds. I suppose it doesn't help that it is slightly difficult to demonstrate when the Weave is suppressed here, though I imagine there have been flashes and bits of the arcane enough.
[ he talks with his hands a lot for the record, and is currently doing it now. constant wide gestures. ]
It's very strange to hear that one's entire life's purpose, study, and soul is simply ... non-existent in other worlds. I suppose it doesn't help that it is slightly difficult to demonstrate when the Weave is suppressed here, though I imagine there have been flashes and bits of the arcane enough.
The Weave. [A slow nod. Sorry, she knows she should be thinking of archaic looms and the potency of women's work combined with witchcraft, ala Ariadne or the Fates, but reality tv and hair politics conjure a different picture.] Sounds poetic.
To be fair, sounds like most things I know about don't exist outside my little corner of the universe, either. We could call it even?
[She holds out a hand to shake.]
Hi. I'm Camille. I'm a reporter, and I have no idea what's going on here.
To be fair, sounds like most things I know about don't exist outside my little corner of the universe, either. We could call it even?
[She holds out a hand to shake.]
Hi. I'm Camille. I'm a reporter, and I have no idea what's going on here.
[ he, for better or worse, has never watched mtv in the early 2000s, so perhaps they are even on missing important cultural touchstones. ]
I'm finding every world I speak on has something new and thrilling the next does not have, so I'm sure there's much to be discussed about your home.
[ he will shake!!!! so he knows what a handshake is. ]
Ah, a journalist! A noble profession, for the most part. [ for the most part???? ] I used to speak to the correspondents at the Wazoo fairly frequently, but I was never much into politics. They did begin rejecting my crossword puzzle submissions for being "annoyingly esoteric" however ...
I'm finding every world I speak on has something new and thrilling the next does not have, so I'm sure there's much to be discussed about your home.
[ he will shake!!!! so he knows what a handshake is. ]
Ah, a journalist! A noble profession, for the most part. [ for the most part???? ] I used to speak to the correspondents at the Wazoo fairly frequently, but I was never much into politics. They did begin rejecting my crossword puzzle submissions for being "annoyingly esoteric" however ...
[If they get a tv they are giving him a crash course immediately, real housewives marathon
Also help, this is vaguely endearing? At least she doesn't have to explain what she is.]
You're a crossword guy. I can respect that. [She dallies. Not as passionately as he might, but it's funny to think that some arcane wizard might spend a Sunday agonizing over 34 Down and 11 Across.] They probably didn't want to close the reader gap. Nobody feels smart when only two people can solve the puzzle.
What do you do when you're not word-searching?
Also help, this is vaguely endearing? At least she doesn't have to explain what she is.]
You're a crossword guy. I can respect that. [She dallies. Not as passionately as he might, but it's funny to think that some arcane wizard might spend a Sunday agonizing over 34 Down and 11 Across.] They probably didn't want to close the reader gap. Nobody feels smart when only two people can solve the puzzle.
What do you do when you're not word-searching?
[ he would honestly probably happily watch real housewives, he has huge wine aunt energy. ]
I have my hobbies of course - I enjoy a good glass of wine, tearing through an enticing book with Tara, strategizing new lanceboard games [chess its chess], and I dabble in cooking - a bit of a mundane craft to balance all of my time amongst the arcane.
But admittedly most of my time is devoted to research and study, honing my craft and perfecting the art of my magic. At least until recently, when it has now been devoted to casting fireball at goblins and wading through knee-high piles of viscera in a Mind Flayer colony.
I have my hobbies of course - I enjoy a good glass of wine, tearing through an enticing book with Tara, strategizing new lanceboard games [chess its chess], and I dabble in cooking - a bit of a mundane craft to balance all of my time amongst the arcane.
But admittedly most of my time is devoted to research and study, honing my craft and perfecting the art of my magic. At least until recently, when it has now been devoted to casting fireball at goblins and wading through knee-high piles of viscera in a Mind Flayer colony.
Edited 2024-06-10 14:17 (UTC)
[Jesus.]
Hello? [That's a cat. There has not been a cat here before. Camille steps a little closer, crouching.
Realizing that it has wings.]
...
[She will not make any sudden movements.]
Nice kitty.
[Don't fly at her face please.]
Hello? [That's a cat. There has not been a cat here before. Camille steps a little closer, crouching.
Realizing that it has wings.]
...
[She will not make any sudden movements.]
Nice kitty.
[Don't fly at her face please.]
Wow. You're a well-rounded man. Most guys I know would rather stick their hand in a grinder than set foot in a kitchen.
[He's not afraid of a feminine side either. Though maybe purple was a ferociously manly colour in Narnia.]
Sorry, "mind-flayer"?
[He's not afraid of a feminine side either. Though maybe purple was a ferociously manly colour in Narnia.]
Sorry, "mind-flayer"?
[ she does NOT fly at her face like a horrible insect. instead she just brings a paw up to lick the back of it. ]
[ but then behind her: ]
Ah. Camille. You've met Tara, I see?
[ but then behind her: ]
Ah. Camille. You've met Tara, I see?
I do rather like to think so. One has to have hobbies, after all. And cooking is more like magic than some would have you believe. A solid base of core knowledge to be built upon with creativity, and accidents tend to end in flames.
[ no its a correct assessment. very little toxic masculinity to be found in here. plenty of other toxins, but not that one. ]
Ah, yes. An illithid is a creature from the Astral Sea, often about 7 to 8 feet tall, gray skinned with tentacles that protrude from around the mouth. Their sole diet is the ... well. Brains of sentient creatures.
[ no its a correct assessment. very little toxic masculinity to be found in here. plenty of other toxins, but not that one. ]
Ah, yes. An illithid is a creature from the Astral Sea, often about 7 to 8 feet tall, gray skinned with tentacles that protrude from around the mouth. Their sole diet is the ... well. Brains of sentient creatures.
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2024-06-14 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
What?
[It's Gale. Somehow, it is always Gale.
Camille turns, buoyed by the cat being preoccupied with self-care and the sound of a familiar voice. She looks up to the man with a brow raised.]
This is Tara?
[WHY WOULD YOU NOT SPECIFY CAT.]
[It's Gale. Somehow, it is always Gale.
Camille turns, buoyed by the cat being preoccupied with self-care and the sound of a familiar voice. She looks up to the man with a brow raised.]
This is Tara?
[WHY WOULD YOU NOT SPECIFY CAT.]
[ tara will, at this point, spread her wings and flap over to go land on gale's shoulders, settling in to scarf herself at his neck. ]
Yes? [ he doesn't seem to understand why she might be confused. ]
Tara, this is Camille. [ tara meows. ] She is a journalist! Ah-- Tara's charm is not active at this time, so she can't respond in Common, unfortunately, but she does understand.
Yes? [ he doesn't seem to understand why she might be confused. ]
Tara, this is Camille. [ tara meows. ] She is a journalist! Ah-- Tara's charm is not active at this time, so she can't respond in Common, unfortunately, but she does understand.
Huh. [She thinks a moment, lip between her teeth.] If cooking is like magic and chemistry is like cooking, maybe there's more to alchemy than history gave credit for.
[yeah i saw your difficult person chart fix your grandiosity Gale.
also just staring at this description.]
You know what? I'm glad to be boring.
[yeah i saw your difficult person chart fix your grandiosity Gale.
also just staring at this description.]
You know what? I'm glad to be boring.
[I really cannot convey the level of mystery novel grimdark dismay she feels at this whimsical talking cat. She's from the unfun side of HBO. She does not feel whimsy. Especially since it can't even talk, actually?]
I... [She short circuits. Closes her eyes and shakes her head free of sanity. Then rises to her feet.] You gave me the very strong impression Tara was a human person.
[And now she is a cat person. Looks to Tara.]
Hello?
I... [She short circuits. Closes her eyes and shakes her head free of sanity. Then rises to her feet.] You gave me the very strong impression Tara was a human person.
[And now she is a cat person. Looks to Tara.]
Hello?
[ hello camille.
gale is near the bulletin board, reading it over and over, and then occasionally glancing at his glove - stained a little blue on the ends of the fingers. ]
gale is near the bulletin board, reading it over and over, and then occasionally glancing at his glove - stained a little blue on the ends of the fingers. ]
[ prepare to get freakin' whimsical as shit.
tara goes myah. ]
Did I? I didn't intend to. Tara is a Tressym, and my familiar. Though she's certainly as smart as any human person. Smarter than most human persons, I imagine.
tara goes myah. ]
Did I? I didn't intend to. Tara is a Tressym, and my familiar. Though she's certainly as smart as any human person. Smarter than most human persons, I imagine.
[Camille is wet and bitten by a gajillion leeches.]
Gale...
[Also hoarse from smoke inhalation.]
Gale...
[Also hoarse from smoke inhalation.]
[ CAMILLE ......... ]
Please sit down immediately.
[ girl. ]
And do skip the part where you object and tell me that somehow you are immune to leeches and fire.
Please sit down immediately.
[ girl. ]
And do skip the part where you object and tell me that somehow you are immune to leeches and fire.
Why the fuck would I— KAFF-KAFF-KAFF
[Fine fine she is SITTING]
Gale — Gale there was a hand in the swamp.
[Fine fine she is SITTING]
Gale — Gale there was a hand in the swamp.
Oh dear ...
[ well he'll leave her be once she's sitting, that is kind of the extent of his cleric abilities. but probably for the better. ]
So I've been told, though I'm afraid I don't know the details. Luckily for me, I found no body parts. Only the signs of a struggle in the Refectory.
[ well he'll leave her be once she's sitting, that is kind of the extent of his cleric abilities. but probably for the better. ]
So I've been told, though I'm afraid I don't know the details. Luckily for me, I found no body parts. Only the signs of a struggle in the Refectory.
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