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lostcarnival2017-09-25 04:17 pm
whattaprick) wrote in lostcarnival2017-09-25 04:17 pm
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all we need is a magic formula, a whole new backbone
Who: Lambert & Jonathan Strange
When: Day 161+, after Strange returns from London.
Where: Hot springs to start, maybe Lambert's trailer afterwards?
What: Magic practice gets interrupted by a certain magician's return.
Warnings: References to shitty events in Strange's canon and end of series spoilers, I guess?
Lambert hasn't seen Strange for a couple of days, but he doesn't think much of it -- with performance week coming up, he imagines the magician's using their last few days of free time to explore Greysol's magic as much as he's able.
Today, Lambert's taking advantage of the early morning hours and a lack of anyone else around to practice a new spell. Iritatingly, Celandine's gotten the hang of it a lot more quickly than he has, and his daemon's not hesitating to take the opportunity to offer commentary as he tries to work through it himself.
"You look like you're about to shit yourself," she comments, floating lazily in the air. The damp heat has flattened her fur, but it doesn't bother her. "You need to stop thinking about it so hard."
"I wouldn't have to think so hard if you'd shut up," Lambert retorts, with no real malice to it, cracking open an eye from where he's (unsuccessfully) attempting to meditate in the middle of one of the hot spring pools. Hard to say if he's wearing anything or not -- the water covers up to his waist -- but his clothes, at least, are stacked in a pile on one of the rocks nearby.
When: Day 161+, after Strange returns from London.
Where: Hot springs to start, maybe Lambert's trailer afterwards?
What: Magic practice gets interrupted by a certain magician's return.
Warnings: References to shitty events in Strange's canon and end of series spoilers, I guess?
Lambert hasn't seen Strange for a couple of days, but he doesn't think much of it -- with performance week coming up, he imagines the magician's using their last few days of free time to explore Greysol's magic as much as he's able.
Today, Lambert's taking advantage of the early morning hours and a lack of anyone else around to practice a new spell. Iritatingly, Celandine's gotten the hang of it a lot more quickly than he has, and his daemon's not hesitating to take the opportunity to offer commentary as he tries to work through it himself.
"You look like you're about to shit yourself," she comments, floating lazily in the air. The damp heat has flattened her fur, but it doesn't bother her. "You need to stop thinking about it so hard."
"I wouldn't have to think so hard if you'd shut up," Lambert retorts, with no real malice to it, cracking open an eye from where he's (unsuccessfully) attempting to meditate in the middle of one of the hot spring pools. Hard to say if he's wearing anything or not -- the water covers up to his waist -- but his clothes, at least, are stacked in a pile on one of the rocks nearby.