[open] december will be magic again

[kingsroads]

Who: everyone!
When: the evening of D15
Where: A small meeting hall on the moon, close to the portal to the carnival
What: a whole bunch of show-offs meet up to show off their magic, people interested in magic come to learn about said magic, and other people show up to see if something inevitably gets set on fire. (aka mage club)
Warnings: none so far, will edit if needed.

The meeting hall is a large open space, with hardwood floors and a rustic decor. A few chairs and tables are scattered around, though there aren't enough for the amount of people who'll hopefully show up. Some food has been set out: mostly finger foods (tiny sandwiches, fruit, veggies & dip) though there are some savory options and plenty of home-baked cookies, courtesy of Rin. Drink wise, there's water, hot chocolate, hot tea, and a few bottles of wine because tipsy magic sounds like an awesome idea and this is what happens when the alcoholic makes the dinner menu. Aside from the food table and the few tables, there's not much of anything in the room: plenty of open space for showing off or getting out of the way of someone who wants to show off.

One of the doors of the meeting hall leads to the outside. There's a wider, 'backyard' sort of area with plenty of room for people to cast magic as large and impressive as they want. A fire pit stands outside also for warming your hands and other fire-based magic. Please don't set the building on fire.

This is all very informal. If pressed for details, Strange would have told anyone to just come whenever, stay as long as you like, and so on and so forth. The emphasis is on learning about each other's magic, displaying one's skills and talents, and helping anyone who wished to learn magic decide on a path for them to take.

Showing off is just a given.

( ooc: This is an open mingle log! Feel free to make your own top-levels & tag around! )

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tyki mikk | ota

[prazerbutterfly]

[Inside]

If he was completely honest he would say he didn't come here to learn or really show off. He had shown up for the information and mostly the social aspect of having a lot of like minded individuals all in the same room. He had a spent the better part of his first month in the carnival distracted either by learning the area or being caught up in the manor.

Anyone that had seen the entrance to his performance as a Magician will already be aware of his ability to walk on air. He's not exactly floating as much as he is just standing on it as if it was solid under his feet. Occasionally he'll be merely a foot off the ground or high up to get a better look at everyone else showing off their magic. Even when he eats the finger foods here and there he'll perch himself someone off the ground to lounge about. He could flaunt his own powers but more than half of them were rather dangerous inside and just as destructive outside. Last thing he needs is to accidentally destroy something.

Yet the moments he feels like showing off more his hand will extend, palm up, outwards with a wide grin, "Go on. Take my hand." It's a smooth tone with all the deception in the world. Good luck because the moment anyone touches his hand they'll find they can't make contact with it at all. Also, it might feel a bit tingly.

[That Tentacle Problem]

It was all Mari's fault. Ever since he had the first hand experience of watching Mari turn Sans' tail into a tentacle there were rare moments that whenever he thought about it, combined with how useless having one might be, an odd sensation would start nagging at his back. The first time a tentacle had manifested Tyki had honestly no idea what its purpose was. Ever since his arrival within the carnival changes had started forming in his body but these tentacles never stayed around for long.

It's only within these group of magic users does he eventually come down from the air and picks a comfortable spot on the ground. He had the idea of going to Strange or Childermass, the only two magicians he really knows, at first for advice but after the proposal of a magic club there was perhaps someone else with more expertise in summoning. With eyes closed and an open mind he focuses on the image of them, letting his own Dark Matter and energy flow through him towards his back. It's not long that two large tentacles start stretching outwards into the air. Black and grey, scaled with the edges of spines extending outwards instead of suckers, they flesh out nicely. It's only when one of them suddenly latches onto one of his small manticore wings and jerks it does he break his concentration.

There's a pained noise and a jerk of his hand in its direction, "Oi, knock it off." He can't exactly control them on his own.

tentacles

[kingsroads]

What the hell is that? Strange spends a moment or two looking at Tyki's...tentacles? Spiny things? Strange spends a moment or two looking at Tyki's protrusions from afar. Those are definitely new and definitely something interesting. He finishes off his glass of wine, setting it down at a random table, before he walks over to Tyki with a little frown.

"When did those happen?" he asks, gesturing at the tentacles with a small frown. Strange isn't touching them, but his hand goes out towards the tentacle like he's going to touch it for a moment. And why can't Tyki control them? That 'knock it off' to the tentacle implied that there wasn't that much control over them to begin with—but they grew out of Tyki, how could someone not control something that grows from them?

Needless to say, Strange is staring at the tentacles in a very confused manner.

[prazerbutterfly]

His hand is back and pulling at the tentacle currently trying to tear his manticore wing off and he grunts with some effort on his part to detach it from the poor abused and small appendage. It wiggles there in his hand for a moment until it just settles down for no apparent reason.

"About a week ago," he says with an air of irritation though he's doing his best to put on a grim smile for Strange. Careful Strange, it might just decide that hand is worth latching onto right now. "It's not a change. I don't think. They come and go randomly whenever they want or if I focus on them hard enough."

[kingsroads]

"Perhaps it's an extension of your magic? If our bodies can suddenly change and adapt to the environment, who's to say our magic can't as well?"

Though why Tyki's magic would decide to shape itself into tentacles, Strange has absolutely no idea. He's looking at the tentacle with rapt interest, like someone watching a caged animal at a zoo. Tyki looks like he hates the damn things, but Strange is entirely too interested.

"How solid are they?" His hand is hovering in mid-air, like Strange is debating whether he should touch the tentacle or not...despite the fact that he hasn't even asked Tyki if he can to begin with.

[prazerbutterfly]

"I sort of remember them from before," he says with some hesitation. His tone is full of confusion like he doesn't remember from where or when. "Or maybe I've dreamed about them." Or his Noah has them is what he's a bit dreaded to say. Either way he assumes Strange knows what he's talking about or he trust he does.

He does hate them if only because the remind him too much of what is lurking within his body. It's a blessing as much as it is a curse. It's more of that fact that he cannot control them and he'd rather not have one manifesting in the middle of the night trying to strangle him on accident. His Power to Choose also seems to have no affect on them just yet.

"More solid than they were last week. I've knocked over a few things in my trailer when they appear." Strange will find them smooth despite the scaled appearance with each spine bending delicately with movement.

[kingsroads]

Unfortunately for Tyki, Strange still doesn't grasp the full concept of his Noah. Most of what he knows about it, he boils down to 'Tyki's magic' not 'all the bullshit and backstory that comes with being a Noah.' Still, that's enough for Strange to work from. The carnival worked in odd ways. Perhaps the magic took that form simply because Tyki dreamed of it.

Reaching over to one of the tentacles, Strange attempts to run a finger down it—and can't help but looked a bit surprised at the fact that they're smooth to the touch.

"And you've no control over those things? How often do they materialize? Perhaps there's a pattern as to when they show up." Or perhaps this is all just random chance. Strange doesn't know, but he certainly wants to find out.

[prazerbutterfly]

In truth that's all anyone really needed to know about 'Tyki's magic'. Strange's magic was a foreign concept to him as well given how it seemed that he could essentially learn anything instead of just having one set skill of magic. For Tyki, he could never learn something such as holy magic or light based magic.

It arches up into his touch as if seeking attention and its deceptive curve presses into Strange's fingers like it was examining him as well. The smoothness makes it really easy to glide the ends over his fingertips. Tyki lets go of the other one when it finally relents and it slides around to poke Strange in the side.

"At least once a day on their own. Whenever I really think about them as well or when I think about them at all."

[kingsroads]

So they were relatively easy to summon...though, based on that information Tyki gave him, they're probably a little too easy to summon.

"Well, they seem solid enough," Strange remarks, as he lightly swats at the one that's poking him in the side. Stop that, it's kind of ticklish, bad tentacle. "Can they pick up things as well?"

This is just twenty questions from Strange. The tentacles are new, they're exciting, they're honestly something he's never seen before, and he definitely wants to find a way to learn more about them and why Tyki summoned them in the first place.

[prazerbutterfly]

He could do it whenever he wanted to now but that was almost pointless if he couldn't do anything with them. Tyki didn't have any problems asking for help. He almost made it a point to attract attention to himself.

"When they want to pick things up they definitely will," comes another annoyed tone, "I can't make them pick up anything unless they want to." He wants to change that.

The tentacle mimics Strange's swatting and he'll find himself swatted back with a short wiggle at the tip. He's trying to pay attention to Strange but he's more focused on wandering tentacle. "It could likely pick you up given the chance. It tried to pick up the couch in our trailer when it latched onto a leg." He's more worried about it picking up Strange and tossing him across the room.

[kingsroads]

It could likely pick you up given the chance. Strange's eyes widen because in that moment, he knows exactly what he must do.

"See if they can pick me up," he says, without any regard for personal safety, grinning slightly as he nudges one of the tentacles. Strange isn't too worried. Once the thing's picked him up and is holding him in the air, all he has to do is turn back into smoke and float back down to the ground! This is a perfectly sound plan!

And if he doesn't turn to smoke in time...well, he saw Tamaki around here somewhere. The kid had healing magic, didn't he?

[prazerbutterfly]

Tyki's brow kinks rather high at the ridiculousness that is Strange bad sadly Tyki is a huge enabler and he'll snort at the childlike wonder that comes with this man and magic.

Also, he just explained that he can't control them. At least he's going to try as he focuses on forcing them to move. It's the whole point of bringing this out within the mage club/party. They don't exactly understand what Strange and Tyki are talking about as the one wandering has already somewhat made its way Strange's back. That smoothness of the scales is already making its useful and oddness known at how easily it is winding around him without friction. To prompt further, he makes a grab for it to jerk it around Strange before it wanders off anywhere else.

Then it is just the matter of waiting, "I don't know if I can get it t--" But then he doesn't need to as it suddenly tightens, moving lightning fast up Strange's torso to grip onto him, each spine hooking into each other reflexively. It's a small blessing in disguise it doesn't have enough power to crush right now like it is subconsciously trying to.

[kingsroads]

Hahaha this is amaziiiing.

Strange can't help but let out a short laugh of surprise as the tentacle grips around him. Grinning like a moron, Strange tries to wriggle out of it's grasp but the thing holds still.

"Can you feel what they're doing?" Strange asks, as he continues to try and wiggle his way out. Occasionally, the tentacle nearest to his hands get pinched slightly. "They're an extension of your magic, certainly, but are they an extension of you? If one were to be cut, would you feel it bleed?"

Speaking hypothetically, of course. Strange isn't in any position to cut one of the tentacles or test out that hypothesis. Instead, he continues to wriggle, testing his strength against the tentacles, big ol'dumbass grin on his face all the while.

[prazerbutterfly]

He is reaching out to make sure nothing is squeezing Strange too tightly. He knows the man can make himself into smoke but if this tentacle suddenly squeezed and crushed an organ he would like to not explain that to someone else later.

"Yes," he says plainly each time Strange pinches the tentacle, "I can feel everything from your fingertips to the way your coat feels." The wiggles earn Strange a tighter squeeze until it is likely hard to wiggle at all. "I don't know if that is a good or bad thing."

He would rather Strange didn't cut him but now he's curious about something else entirely as it finally lifts Strange into the air and basically holds him sideways rather suddenly, "Would it bleed at all?"

[kingsroads]

Whoa nelly, he is in the air now. And also sideways? The strength of this thing really is impressive.

"You know there's only one way to find out," Strange reminds Tyki, as he stops wriggling and squirming in the tentacles (after all, he's sideways, let's not get dropped). And yes, that one way to find out involves cutting the tentacle slightly to see if it bleeds. But honestly, Strange can't think of any other way to try that which doesn't involve mutilating Tyki.

Though hmm, it is getting a little harder to breathe and all the blood's rushing to his head. He's held in the air for about fifteen seconds, long enough to determine that yep, these are remarkably strong, before Strange turns into purple smoke and slowly drifts back to the ground. Let's not get the ribs crushed today.

[prazerbutterfly]

Strange can see why now he would rather utilize it as his own then let it run rampart when it wishes. If he can control it then he can use it as an extension of his own abilities.

Strange looks hilarious pitched sideways there and he almost wants to poke that tentacle to see if it would give him a good shake. He's smoke in an instant though and that half ruins his fun.

"I'm aware," he responds with no hint of reluctance, "I would rather something sharp over something dull. Since I have more strength than you I'll hold it still unless you want the risk of getting slapped in the face... or worse." Strange, please don't let the tentacle steal the knife. That's the last thing he needs.

Inside

[spaghettimonster]

Walking on air like that, and staying up there so smoothly, that's a neat trick. Impressive, and attention-grabbing. Papyrus' own jumping around has nothing on that. He comes to admire, and falls afoul of Tyki's grinning demand.

"Uhh... Hmm." He experimentally waves a hand through Tyki again, but hits nothing but that unsettling tingly air. "Hey, are you... by any chance... actually a ghost?"

[prazerbutterfly]

Tyki loves a good sucker especially when he's offering something that can't be refused. Curiosity is a horrid temptation and his grin widens even more at him falling for it.

"No, not a ghost at all, Mister Cool Bones," he says with his power still activate and working against him. It's only after a minute of him waving his hand in and out that'll he'll finally deactivate it and allow him to touch.

[spaghettimonster]

"Oh, no no. Mr. Coolbone is the marowak who lives with me," Papyrus protests through fruitless waving. He's not very sincere or emphatic about the protest; coolbones wouldn't be a bad last name. Better than Sans' adhoc 'the skeleton', which is so obvious as to not need mentioning.

With the pass where their hands suddenly collide, the skeleton startles with a brief rattle of bones. "Whoa! Is it... on a timer?"

[prazerbutterfly]

"Is that another pokemon?" he asks with vague interest. He's assuming everything is a pokemon at this point if it has an odd name. It goes completely over his head otherwise and he'll ignore the fact his playfulness is ignored.

His fingers are light underneath those bones. Compared to Sans he has no idea how fragile Papyrus might or might not be, "No, I can activate or deactivate it when I want to."

[spaghettimonster]

Papyrus nods confirmation - yes, marowak is a kind of pokemon. The many various names for them are bewildering, and the only reason he bothers to remember this one is because there's another of the same sort in the carnival. Otherwise, there's no point drawing out the 'that's not my name, that's my pet's routine like that's not me, that's my parent's. Coolbone could become his last name, there's nothing stopping him. A thought for later.

For now, the question of this move-through trick is more interesting. "What an amazing way to cheat at snowball fights!" He pokes down again, with more confidence in his stability than his brother might have. Papyrus, after all, is in very good health for a skeleton monster. It would take more than a handshake, or even a piledriver, to injure him. "Could a blue attack even hit you, like that...?"

[prazerbutterfly]

He's not sure just how well he'd get along with a pokemon. Even Morticia, from Greysol, had to constantly remind him to feed himself, do obligating things, and scrounge her up something as well. To think he would ever be able to take care of a pet if it didn't have some way of nudging/reminding him daily it was there would be a troublesome thought. At least with his monster butterflies they didn't need to eat all the time.

"It has been keeping me rather dry and not cold during this winter wonderland and with the small snow war we had without our cabin when someone got carried away." He's not going to mention any names but it did take some time to get all the water out of everything including his bed. Papyrus will earn himself a confused look from Tyki, "I don't know what a blue attack is but maybe not." Given it had the word attack in it and his power was handicapped thanks to the Ringmaster.

TENTACLE PROBLEM. late as fuq

[moonfang]

Tyki wasn't the only one who had been.... oddly inspired by Mari. Seeing what she could do, sculpting bone into flesh like that... He'd spoken to her one night in a strangely intimate hot tub and his curiosity had been all the more piqued. So here at mage club? He's looking at YOU, shapeshifters.

... Of which, he didn't realize Tyki was one.

Zangetsu curiously pokes one of the tentacles.

"That new?"

[prazerbutterfly]

Tyki technically could be called a shapeshifter but it was limited to his glamours and how he could warp from one appearance to another in a matter of seconds. The tentacles were just a start of something bigger thanks to Mari's inspiration.

They have a mind of their own and he's thankfully gotten them untangled by now that they aren't causing him or anyone else harm. It doesn't stop it from reaching out from whatever poked it and giving the offensive poke a hard slap.

"Oi, no. Bad tentacle!" But to answer his question, "Yes, they are new."

[moonfang]

Mari. Mari had apparently lit a fire under everyone's asses. Or at least, a couple of very weird asses. But hey, it would make for interesting company.

"Hey! Ow!!" Zangetsu draws his hand back, a light bluish-purple bruise forming under his white skin. He glares at the tentacle, but then smiles a bit at Tyki.

"Get 'em from the Ringmaster?"

[prazerbutterfly]

"They are also a little bit of a nuisance right now though I get the impression they can't understand a word I say." Nor does he really think they have that high level of intelligence or one at all.

"I didn't ask if that is what you are asking. They just kind of showed up one night and woke me up." He looks towards reaching out for Zangetsu now that they know something is there.