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[open] december will be magic again

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.

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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."

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

It only takes a moment for Strange to reform into his human self. He looks over at Tyki, listening as he talks. So, they're really doing this. They're really going to stab a tentacle. Oh, Strange is perfectly fine doing this, but he's not the person who these things are attached to. If cutting it is going to hurt Tyki, he doesn't want that to happen.

Still, he's got a knife. And Tyki seems up for it. Strange gives Tyki a wary look before he nods, moving his coat to the side so he can show Tyki his dagger, sitting in it's makeshift sheath. "I do have this on me. It would work. I'm ready when you are."

And yeah, he is going to keep as tight a hold as possible on that dagger. Strange doesn't trust that tentacle in the slightest.

Tyki hopes Strange isn't going to literally stab it because while that would for sure confirm if it was hostile or not it might actually hurt. He sort of can't infuse his Power to Choose onto his tentacles yet and an intent to attack would override that anyways.

His eyes lower towards the dagger that he has with a momentary snort, "That dagger isn't enchanted or anything. I have to ask, knowing you."

But kidding aside he's grabbing for one of the tentacles with both hands and holding onto it rather taunt. It wiggles in his grasp and he has to squeeze hard to prevent that natural smoothness from making it easy to slip out of his fingers. "This should be fine."

"It isn't," Strange replies, as he takes the dagger out of it's sheath. The metal is an odd bluish-green and the detailing on the handle looks oddly aquatic. "It's only this color because of the metal used."

Tyki comes from a world that's close enough to Strange's. Might as well explain things like the color of the metal because Strange has a feeling Tyki might not know what the heck it is otherwise. After all, the man wasn't in Atlantis.

As Tyki holds the tentacle steady, Strange walks up to it (still holding his knife very tightly, he doesn't want that thing to get a grip on the knife) and quickly slashes the tentacle. It's a short cut, about an inch wide and not very deep. Truth be told, Strange definitely could have cut a bit deeper but he's being exceedingly delicate about the whole thing, especially considering neither of them fully know how the tentacle is connected to Tyki. After that slash, he steps back, so Tyki can get a good look at the cut himself.

He's kind of glad that Strange explained that because while I didn't consider him a liar he would have doubted the man given the color, "Alright."

That general region was a host of all sorts of magic in many worlds from his understanding. While Tyki had traveled around the world searching for Innocence, namely when it made something go wrong or seem 'haunted', he had never seen a place other than England that was that concentrated.

He feels it enough that his facial features flash a hint of pain but he's battle worn throughout the years that it would take a lot more than a small cut to get a reaction out of him. It thrashes in his hands with the other tentacle reacting in the same manner in alarm and instead of the usual crimson blood that might sprout up from a would, the blood that pools out is black. It drips down onto the ground in thick splatters and for a moment, Tyki stares. "Well, that answers that."

Ew. Strange can't help but wrinkle his nose as he looks at the dripping black blood. Still, Tyki's right: that answers that and they do have an answer as to what exactly those tentacles were comprised of. "Unless your blood's undergone a change that you didn't know about, I think we can firmly say that the tentacles are more magic than man."

Though the fact that they reacted so violently tells Strange that though they're more magic, there's still a bit of animalistic instinct to those things. This makes him all the more curious to find out just what precisely they can do. With one hand, he quickly sheathes his dagger. As he steps forward, with the other hand, Strange sticks a finger directly in the black blood that pooled from the tentacle. He isn't tasting it (yet), though he does rub the liquid between his fingers and bring the fingers up to his nose for a tentative sniff.

He doesn't realize that walking forward puts him in direct range of the tentacle again: the tentacle that he just wounded.

"Not that I'm aware of," he says with his hand raising to look at it. As far as he was concerned he still bled red. He knew nothing about blood but he did know that the basics of what lurked inside of him. He's not sure of how much of this is magic and how much of this was his Noah.

Which makes him almost reach out for Strange's hand when he goes to stick his finger in that black blood. He wasn't paying attention enough as he was lost in thought and when nothing happens he's reassured that everything will be fine, partially. His blood didn't contain the Akuma virus like the actual abominations at home. Still, he would rather not have to explain why he allowed Strange to suddenly turn into a fine white powdery dust given he was human. "No reason in particular, but I wouldn't leave that on your fingers for long."

With one hand loose it does snap from his grasp and thrash in Strange's general direction. At this rate there is going to be splatters of that black blood everywhere.

There's definitely splatters of that black blood on Strange. As the tentacle thrashes, some of the blood flies towards him and lands on his face. Which alright, great, Tyki said not to leave it on his fingers but now it's on his face, this is wonderful overall.

With a little sigh, he backs up from the flailing tentacle—which really now, this is just a cut, he doesn't know why Tyki's tentacle is being so overdramatic. "I don't know any healing magic myself," he admits as he watches the tentacle, "but Tamaki does. If the tentacle continues to act up due to the cut, seek him out."

Reaching up to his face, Strange attempts to wipe some of the black blood off. Unfortunately, this only smears it around a bit more and he can't help but wince as some of the blood inevitably comes into contact with his lips and tongue. "Urgh," he grumbles, pulling a face. "I suppose I'll have to go to the washroom and clean this off myself."

It smears exceedingly well given how thick and unnatural to regular blood that it actually is. Given it can't see as much as it can just feel around for something to grab it doesn't directly attack Strange. The thrashing, from what he can tell, is a panic response and while he could try to desummon them he was still having mild trouble with that.

"There's something you don't know?" he teases even if the time is kind of inappropriate right now. Tyki at least manages to get his hold on the tentacle again and oddly enough he's petting it like a master would a pet. After a decent while it starts to calm down and wind around his fingers. Tyki always had a way with wild things as his calm presence often was enough to trick if not tame. "I'll keep that in mind about healing."

"It would be for the best, just in case. Not that I'm worried anymore," because if that black blood was as dangerous as he considered it to be Strange would already be dead. In truth, he could use his power to remove the blood without touching Strange's flesh, muscle, or bone by passing his hand through his face but he was fine with everyone thinking he could just 'walk through walls'.

"There's plenty of things I don't know," Strange admits, with a wry little smile on his face. "But that doesn't mean I won't know them forever."

Strange is a big ol'egotist who puts a lot of focus on his magic. Yes, he doesn't know healing magic or any forms of barrier magic. But if he wanted to, of course he could learn them. How hard could it be in the first place?

Though, he knows he needs to clean off the blood, Tyki knows he needs to clean off the blood, he's going to clean off the blood. "And I suppose we'll have to put our conversation on hold for a moment or two—that is, unless you want to watch me wash my face." Now it's Strange's turn to tease Tyki.

This doesn't look odd at all but at least it wasn't being a full fledge sprinkler anymore and thrashing. He stops petting it enough for it to leave his hand and start winding around his arm like a constricting snake.

"Oh, I know that, Mister Strange. There's a lot I don't know either but given what I can do I don't really need it. Or I didn't need it before fae, that is. First I should tend to these nuisances."

Again, he would like not to have to explain why Strange is dead because that's a lot of information he's not willing to divulge to many or anyone at all, "Oh, I wouldn't mind but with how large your head is it would take some effort and I'd get terribly bored if you couldn't talk for fear of getting more into your mouth." Except Tyki is always teasing out of affection.

What an odd image the two of them made. Tyki petting a tentacle with Strange standing next to him, splattered in blood. Still, as bizarre as the image is, Strange can't help but grin, entirely unaware of Tyki's little mental journey of discovering the tentacle's blood is toxic. As far as he knows, this is just Tyki being a bit worried because of the blood thing.

Still, there's time for teasing before he goes to wash up. At least in Strange's mind, there's always time for some gentle teasing.

"The only reason my head's so large is because people like you continue to enable me!" Strange calls back, getting one last tease in. After all, it was Tyki who let him prick the tentacle in the first place, among all the other dumb decisions the man's pointed out for Strange. He gives Tyki a small nod of his head before turning around and starting the walk to the bathroom.

He's largely aware that his power isn't working against them like it should be as it winds around his arm and further up it and he'll tug with a grin at Strange just pushing this little tease along.

"Maybe I'll stop the praise then!" he calls out as he walks away. It's not likely as it was too much fun indulging in Strange. It had the most interesting outcomes. Even if he doesn't hear him he'll sit down where he was before and work on pulling that tentacle off. Whether he tries desummoning them is an entirely different situation depending on who else steps forward.

Man, he is not cleaning this blood up.

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