text; un: warden

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how do you do magic if you're not a mage

fake magic for not mages?

where do you buy meat for dogs

[These are not, in fact, incorrectly-aimed omni searches, this is simply how local not-a-mage Carver Hawke chooses to communicate. He has all the grace and poise of a preteen trying to google puberty, when it comes to Doing a Magic, but he also doesn't know how to be anonymous, so here he is.

Also if you've ever received a message from a one Palamedes Sextus and are wondering what's up with this severely different un: warden post, oopsie doodle? The click-through userid is different, if you make the effort to check.]

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[distant_one]

[D can't tell if it's a personal issue or a cultural issue that's causing this hang up about magic. Or both.]

Unless you brought some runes with you, I doubt you'll find any you recognize here.

[Well, at least they're getting closer to the problem.]

Freezing things only when you want to would be an improvement over freezing things when you don't want to.

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[He shakes his head-- for the runes, no, he's shit out of luck for that one. Oh, well.

In any case, it's all of the above and then some that are causing his hangups about magic, currently manifested in his profound lack of eye contact. He would love to stare at the omni without doing anything with it, that's far more comfortable. He manages a dry chuckle, so there's that.]

Right. Then I'll be useful at last.

[He puts the omni down on the ground and drags the sword across his lap, instead. Hmph.]

My family were all mages, except for my mother. And now I'm freezing things at random— they'd have a good, long laugh at me.

[distant_one]

[Now they're really making headway, unfortunately family trouble is something D isn't qualified to talk about.]

You're already useful.

[Carver is a bit of a mess, but no one can deny that he's been killing beasts at the outpost.]

Or angry because they lost their magic and you gained some instead. This place does strange things to people.

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[Hm, well, that makes him tense for a split second, before he hunches forward a little more to hide the face he makes. It's been a while since he's heard those words in that order? Or the sentiment? It's something.

He clears his throat. Hoo boy. Don't perceive this.]

You think that would happen? Worst case scenario, maybe.

[Would his dear sister take that well? Losing her magic? He assumes not, but he's never actually asked about that, given how traumatic it sounds in general.]

Well, if I'm good at it, I'll get an earful, too— there's no winning.

[distant_one]

[Carver's defeatist attitude is very 'there's no winning' from D's perspective. But he does get it to an extent, there are times when everything is just awful. Even if being laughed at seems like a small thing to D, it's clearly not like that for Carver.]

Learning how to do magic only when you want to does mean you can choose to never use it.

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[He has a right to sulk and he's going to exercise it, thank you D for the not-really-support. He frowns, anyway, because learning to do magic is the first hurdle no matter what, it seems, and he really-- super does not want to do that. Something about it just feels... wrong.]

I guess. Somebody told me something about a school.

[grumble mumble not that he wants to go to school...]

[distant_one]

That's right.

[D will probably not take part in any of the teaching efforts. He already has less than enough time every day as it is.]

There are also meditation lessons, I don't think those involve any homework or written tests.

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I'm not doing any of that.

[Absolutely not, he has better things to do with his time than sit still and think or do homework. Ridiculous.]

I'll figure it out! Eventually. Whatever.

[distant_one]

Whatever you do or don't do is up to you.

[Go to school, don't go to school. Carver is here regularly fighting monsters, magic or no magic.]

I'm sure you will figure it out, and until then it's not like your sword is going to run off.