lostcarnival | [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.

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

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Syrlya's expression turns wry as he offers her a tilted smile. "I'm sorry they were less understanding of what a responsibility it is."

It's genuine, at least, because he knows what a burden the world can be. At least, he can understand the place she's coming from. "Sometimes it feels as if the world and the people in it are incapable of staying out of trouble... or starting it. But someone still has to help. May I ask what it was?"

"It's over and done now," she says, with a wave of her remaining hand. "But-- thank you." It's the first time someone has expressed some understanding. Well, beyond Solas -- but his came more of understanding the burden of a title that takes the place of a name. It wasn't quite the same, if Lavellan was honest.

At his question, she smiles slightly. "My job? I was the leader of a paramilitary organization tasked to repair a tear in the fabric of the Veil, as well as find out who was responsible for it." It is the most forthcoming about it she's been since her arrival, Lavellan realizes. "What about you? What kept you so busy?"

Ah, there it is. Syrlya blinks slowly, and then his smile widens just a little almost in disbelief. "A leader of a paramilitary organization tasked to defeat the dragons threatening our world."

He shrugs a shoulder. "Although I too have left the position, and am... working with some friends to protect the world instead. In a guild." A guild of two people, currently, one of which is a teenager. His tone is more neutral when he says it, because there's so many reasons it was a bad and a good decision--but it's one he has to stand by, now, and there's no point being conflicted about it.

"What did a tear in the Veil do?" He can guess based on what he's been told, but not being from Thedas he should probably confirm it.

For a moment Lavellan's expression is disbelieving, but then she grins. Not sharp and biting as has been the case recently, but one that is almost relieved. Someone who might understand. "Dragons? I've only ever needed to fight a few, and certainly not in enough numbers to qualify as threatening my world. How does that work?"

Or did. As he's also managed to leave. Another point in his favor, Lavellan thinks. "A fairly large change." As was her's, but for the moment she keeps quiet of what she's doing currently. "Nothing good. It would have widened across Thedas, and let in untold amounts of demons. Chaos, in short."

Of the sort no one seemed to be able to handle on their own.

Syrlya nods with an absent hum. That lines up about with Solas's description of the risks of the Fade--dangerous spirits, and letting too many of them through would surely be an overwhelming force. "Your duty was very important, then."

"They are larger than cities, for one." He holds his hands out wide in emphasis. "Great primordial beings that consume magic, and destroy everything in their path to do so. However..." His hands drop, a little deflated. Not as much as before, though. For once, he has more hope in a while that something can be done.

"Their existence regulates the magic in Tyria, preventing it from reaching a level that would also proceed to destroy everything. We need a way to replace that aspect of the dragons with something more benign, and then we can rid ourselves of their threat entirely."

A lofty goal, but there's potential in it now. He'll bring back so much information for Taimi and anyone else willing to listen to their new path.

"I like to think it was," Lavellan admits, with a small shrug. There are a lot of things she'd like to think about her time as Inquisitor, but few that need be thought now, so far away from Thedas as she is. At his descriptions of the dragons of his world, however, her eyes climb upwards. High dragons were annoying, yes, but once you'd killed three one managed to get the feel of it. Barrier, spells, blade, fade cloak. Rinse, repeat.

She has a sneaking suspicion it is not as easy in his world, if he needs an entire military force to bring one down.

It's a careful balance, what he's describing, and she nods. "Have you made progress towards such a thing? I can't imagine something that can replace them perfectly would be easy to find." And it seemed silly to use his measure of progress as a mark towards her own -- if he can find some impossible goal, perhaps she can too.

"Ah, not much... but we only realized the risk in killing them as things are very recently. I am sure with our awareness and whatever information I can take back from my stay here, we will find an alternative safer for Tyria and everyone living in it."

At least, even if he doesn't have a solution yet, he's not defeated. Perhaps it's just the change of air that gives him a new perspective, but he's starting to feel less defeated about the truth lately. A little more confident than he can turn their actions around and actually protect the world like was expected of him.

"I am used to things not being easy, but that does not make them impossible."

The defiance with which he seems to address the situation makes her smile -- that she remembers, too. Now, though, now it's simply resigned. Not that she would be doing anything else, for Solas is her responsibility and she the only one with the ability to change his mind. "I hope so, for the sake of the world and you."

For she knows that sometimes it helps to be reminded that you are distinct from the role you play, what is demanded of you. Even though it feels as if there isn't any separation, after a while.

"Even if they were, would that stop us from trying?" She knows the answer for her is 'no'.

It's a good sentiment, one Syrlya doesn't quite pick up on because it's not one he often thinks of. Still, he appreciates the support in return. It does help, at least, knowing you're not really alone with something.

"I don't believe so," he shakes his head with a smile. "Or else we wouldn't be the ones doing it."

"True enough." And a small, thin smile -- but more true than some of the others she's worn recently. She gives him a short bow, however, seeing someone else she'd meant to catch up with out of the corner of her eye. "It was a pleasure meeting you, and I'm certain I'll see you around."

Excuses made, she darts off, slipping into the gathered crowd with ease.

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