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deernet2022-04-04 03:53 pm
slightlytaller) wrote in deernet2022-04-04 03:53 pm
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A quick question.
I see we're dealing with some sort of unending night scenario. The pirates and the squid thing are easy enough, but I've got to know:
Is this a Vampire kind of darkness or a Werewolf kind of darkness? I can figure the rest out accordingly if someone has an answer.
Also the convenience stores here suck. The tea is weak, I can't find a decent sandwich, and all of the rival shops are out of a proper cleaner to get the salt stains off my glasses.
Anyone feel like sharing any tips?
- V
I see we're dealing with some sort of unending night scenario. The pirates and the squid thing are easy enough, but I've got to know:
Is this a Vampire kind of darkness or a Werewolf kind of darkness? I can figure the rest out accordingly if someone has an answer.
Also the convenience stores here suck. The tea is weak, I can't find a decent sandwich, and all of the rival shops are out of a proper cleaner to get the salt stains off my glasses.
Anyone feel like sharing any tips?
- V
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[He heaved a frustrated sigh. Such was the story of his life-- clearly. And, clearly, he was on the wrong side of that divide even in his own world.]
Regardless, we can stick with the scientific basics. Alchemy follows many similar principles as chemistry-- and some people even say that chemistry only exists because of ancient alchemists.
[Even if it wasn't magic, they could still learn from each other and hone their individual crafts. Waver held his bag with the sweaters tightly under his arm and looked up at Palamedes with clear interest.]
Besides that, I do need to learn more about healing arts. Even if it's not magecraft, I've been party to too many crises with injuries to continue being useless in those times.
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He hums, briefly moving aside to like, exchange a cool rock for this cloak or whatever. He's getting the first one he picked up and that's that, it'll be good enough.]
Sure, I'll show you the ropes. [No, he does not need a bag, he's going to put this new cloak on over everything else, right now--] That said, if you're going to wallow about how I was born lucky, or whatever your ancient lineage crap is, I'm going home. Being born a necromancer and being a good necromancer are two different things, and I really can't stand people who assume.
[So, like, those are his terms, delivered pretty blandly, all things considered. He arranges the hood of the cloak, flips it up, flips it back down, then holds his arms out at his sides. Look, behold the fashion.]
What do you think?
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[Which, he didn't. Instead, he effectively dropped out and within the next couple of years put himself in debt to buy out lecturing rights once he learned one of his teachers had died in the same overseas affairs Waver had dropped out to participate in. As it stood, he was the only one of his old classmates to rise above the wash of politics and thrive within the last decade.
Regardless, it was still bothersome to hear.]
Fine. I won't say anything more about it. Your world is different from mine, anyway. There's no telling whether or not our arts are even compatible.
[Among a variety of other factors. Waver wasn't about to assume anything. He just knew his sore spots, and that was unfortunately the one single barrier that he could not overcome no matter how many lifetimes of hard work he put into his craft.
...Waver did want to change into his new sweater as well, but that would require removing the one he had on Foolish as it was, he wanted a little privacy to do so.]
...The cloak looks good, [He commented.] It's probably nice and comfortable for this weather, too.
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Come with me, then.
[It's time to locate some fancy paper. Fancy paper won't cast any judgments on anyone, which is considerate. Palamedes leads the way out of the shop, stopping to remember it's dark outside, then turns and continues further down - away from the way they came.
Paper time, paper time...]
Just so you know, though, I'm not a doctor. It's basic first aid left when the "arts" are removed.
[You know, in case that actually isn't enough of a trade.]
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[Waver replied, trotting along with him. It had been a long time since he was left in the dust left behind in someone's stride-- and not for the first time in recent weeks he was cursing his foul luck.
Wisely, he kept the bitter commentary to himself. There was no need to advertise that he had lost 30 centimeters while foolishly falling into a painfully obvious trap.]
There might be a time when magic fails to work, and we'll need to know how to splint and suture like any other medic.
... We going to the stationary shop?
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[No, it's only the necromantic ability to pinch and pull at various bodily energies that brute forces necromancy into a "healing art." Barely. Necromancers are not particularly known for trying to save lives.
Luckily, this one cares about that!! And:]
We are. It's around the corner, if I'm recalling my streets properly in the dark. I'll let you take the lead on decorative choices once we get there.
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[Waver commented, dryly. Then added:]
I bet the necromancers you work with also make chalk from bone dust, and use fingers as bullets.
[A shrug. One of the few colleagues that he trusted his students with was a necromancer of a unique reputation. More importantly, they both believed in the art of doing what was right instead of doing what the politics of their society told them to do.]
...You should be warned, I might not be that great with decorative choices. Most of my wardrobe is black.
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[Is this a joke? He's not explaining it; maybe it is. The Sixth makes use of enough organic material, fat-based and so on, that maybe finger bullets wouldn't be so strange at all.
Still, it's delivered with the mild affect of maybe-a-joke-maybe-not, and he snorts, gesturing at himself and his head-to-toe grays.]
Blame the sun going out for a boring color scheme, if you want. Ultimately, it's your card.
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[He shrugged. Waver and Sisigou Kairi, the Necromancer in question, were united in their shared disinterest in the politics of mage society but their willingness to play regardless. They both knew what was up, and that was the part that was important.]
I don't think Captain Amaranth will judge too much about the color. Her girlfriend, whom I've yet to meet, might.