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lostcarnival2017-08-22 09:17 pm
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magic lessons
Who: Taako and Marinette
When: Day 145
Where: The lake
What: Taako gives Marinette some beginning magic tips! Maybe some other stuff happens too.
Warnings: Taako's pottymouth, and, very potentially, spoilers for The Adventure Zone if you're not caught up to the end.
The last time Taako spent some time by the lake, it was dark; he hadn't really been able to take the time to properly appreciate how nice it is. (He was also talking to Foster, which has a way of distracting one from literally anything else happening nearby.) It's actually surprisingly nice for something apparently native to the carnival, though he quietly can't help but believe it's just been lifted from some other world the carnival's passed through.
Who steals a fucking lake? A fae would, that's who.
At any rate, he sits down on the warm stones beside the lake, kicking one idly to watch it roll down to the water. His Umbra Staff is set flat on the rocks beside him, his hair tied up into a thick, messy bun on top of his head to keep it off of him in the warm summer air. Marinette said she'd meet him here, and he doesn't have a whole lot else to do today.
He should get a fishing pole.
When: Day 145
Where: The lake
What: Taako gives Marinette some beginning magic tips! Maybe some other stuff happens too.
Warnings: Taako's pottymouth, and, very potentially, spoilers for The Adventure Zone if you're not caught up to the end.
The last time Taako spent some time by the lake, it was dark; he hadn't really been able to take the time to properly appreciate how nice it is. (He was also talking to Foster, which has a way of distracting one from literally anything else happening nearby.) It's actually surprisingly nice for something apparently native to the carnival, though he quietly can't help but believe it's just been lifted from some other world the carnival's passed through.
Who steals a fucking lake? A fae would, that's who.
At any rate, he sits down on the warm stones beside the lake, kicking one idly to watch it roll down to the water. His Umbra Staff is set flat on the rocks beside him, his hair tied up into a thick, messy bun on top of his head to keep it off of him in the warm summer air. Marinette said she'd meet him here, and he doesn't have a whole lot else to do today.
He should get a fishing pole.
I'M SORRY
She forces herself to smile regardless. Anxiety was no reason not to be polite.
"So... Magic?"
It's totally fine!
He smiles easily enough back at her, and he picks himself up a little, waving lazily.
"Hey. So, yeah, magic, right?" God. It's been since he taught Angus his first cantrip that he's taught anyone magic. "I'd ask if you have a wand, but, uh, I figured you don't, given, you know. No magic or anything. So, uh, here."
He offers her a small, plain, wooden wand; it's clearly been broken and repaired in the past.
"I don't really, uh, use this thing anymore, since I've got my super dope umbrella now."
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"Umbrella?"
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-- and the umbrella opens, a red hot beam shooting from its tip and striking the water's surface. A large bout of steam rises from the lake, drifting into the blue sky, slowly dispersing on the lazy summer breeze.
"They call it an Umbra Staff."