[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! )

Comments

it is very noticable, you're good!

[dirthena]

Her arm? Oh-- How strange it seems, to have attention brought to it when everyone in Thedas knows she's lost it, and vaguely how. Her smile turns rueful, and she shakes her head. "No," for it doesn't matter which one he's asking about -- neither of them are correct. "Its loss was an unfortunate side effect of my last job, but a necessary one to save my life." It had crumbled into dust after Solas had left her kneeling in the dirt, the Eluvian growing dim and the pain almost too much to bear.

A final gift, as it were.

Lavellan is finding that achieving a balance between grateful and bitter is harder than she thought. But if they're asking about each other's past, Lavellan is curious enough. "What about you? What did you do before joining on?" Willingly or unwillingly, as the case may be.

[whattaprick]

Infection, is what Lambert assumes, or some other mage-specific ailment. For now, he won't press for details. Though in Lavellan's position, he's not sure he wouldn't rather choose death. He's never heard of a one-armed witcher surviving the Path for long.

"A witcher. Monster hunter, curse breaker. Got its share of side effects, too." If it never ended in an actual maiming -- though the claw marks along his face suggest something tried very hard to blind him. "I'd say the Carnival's a step up, though I can't promise you won't lose your other arm too."

Cheerful, but he's also being realistic. After all, at their last stop one of their coworkers actually ate another coworker's arm.

[dirthena]

Lavellan is silent for a moment, trying to decide what about him is an unfortunate side effect of his profession and what is just simply part of being a member of the carnival. The teeth, perhaps? But then again, everyone seemed to have their teeth changed. She could ask, and perhaps she would. Later.

"And no one around to help it grow back?" A joke to hide the concern that flashes in her eyes. She's already shoving off a conversation of what next, when you return Lavellan knows she needs to have with herself -- losing her last remaining arm with no prosthetic would be one more blow that she's not certain she knows how to deal with. Something to worry about should it come to pass.

After all, Lambert's job sounds far more fascinating. "We could have used one of you in Thedas, I think. Less curses and monsters and more demons, but I assume the skill set is transferable." Said with the implication that if he'd liked to expand upon what he means by 'monsters' and 'curses', he'll find a willing audience.

[whattaprick]

"There are a few people who've lost an arm around the carnival. They didn't exactly grow it back, as far as I can tell, but they did get replacements. You'd have to ask them about that." Lambert shrugs, lazily. He can point her in the right direction, possibly, but he doesn't have much more information than that.

"Does Thedas pay its demon hunters? Because I don't work for free." It's a bit mercenary, sure, but start helping everyone and you'd surely never stop until all the teeth fell out of your head. "Don't run into many demons where I'm from, but if it dies to silver and fire, I can probably handle it. It'd be a nice change of pace from clearing nekker nests and drowners, or getting my face clawed by harpies."

[dirthena]

A replacement. It isn't the first time the thought has come to mind, but Lavellan has been hesitant; there is something satisfying about the lack of her arm, the way eyes flick to it back in Thedas. This is what I lost, this is what saving the world cost me, and let them not forget it. The Warden is off wherever she needs to be, and Hawke is-- lost. Lavellan is the only one left, their only reminder that there is a price to be paid, and the ones making the damn fool decisions aren't the ones who are going to suffer for it. So she goes silent about the arm, but it doesn't last for long.

His question makes her laugh, and she shakes her head. "I'm not sure I ever did. I did get a fortress out of it, if that helps?" One that came with far more baggage than Lavellan had thought previously -- the place where the sky was held back indeed. But Skyhold was a good castle, it served her well. "They die easier than that, if those are the only things that can wound what you're up against." And wasn't that a thought. "What are each of those like, if I can ask?" And is getting his face clawed at by harpies how he managed those scars?

[whattaprick]

"Depends on the quality of the fortress," Lambert answers back, smartly. "If it's more than its worth to put back together, it sounds more like a chore than a reward."

And he should know. He's lived in one for a good chunk of his life. Nonetheless, at being prompted to talk about monsters, he'll launch into the subject in earnest:

"Nekkers are nasty little bastards About this high--" He indicates about the level of his knee. "--mouths full of teeth, and there's never just one, so when you see one you should start looking around for his friends. Drowners are slimy, green, strong swimmers with a taste for flesh. Harpies are mostly made of feathers and spite, and smell like shit."

He says it all plain and matter of fact.

[dirthena]

"I had help repairing it," she admits, with a small grin. "But it otherwise seems to be one of the most defensible fortresses on Thedas." And it was Solas's once, which means that while it looked Fereldin, it was once Elvhen. And even that much was enough to endear it to her, beyond that fact that it was her's.

She's allowed to be a little possessive, Lavellan thinks. At least when it came to Skyhold.

Her brows can't help but raise at his descriptions. "And let me guess: this is only a small sampling of what you have to kill as a monster hunter." Well, she can't say that it doesn't hold a candle to high dragons, but it sounds more exciting than wolves who've gone mad because of a demon.