Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
A smile. Wern saw it. That light glimmer. So warm. So friendly. It made Wern feel guilty, feel strange. Lowering his eyes, he tugged the blanket closer around his shoulders, shaking his head. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” You have already done so much. Wern noticed the stare— or what he thought to be a stare. He tried to hide himself even deeper under the cover of the blanket. “Um,” He started. Paused, bit his lip. “Can you.. can you tell me more about…” He wanted to say ‘yourself’, wanted to hear more about Lasair, but perhaps that was too much. And so, he changed the words. “can you tell me more about… magic?”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 13, 2016 1:03:33 GMT
Lasair tilted his head to the side. Magic? Hadn’t he explained a lot of it already? Well, Wern was new to the topic after all; further curiosity was to be expected. “Magic is sort of like an extra sense. You can feel the energy within you, and with practice, you can manipulate that energy to cause a desired effect. There’s a limit to how much energy is there, but it restocks when you rest and get sleep. The main key to it is practice, since no one can really feel how to do it for you. You have to learn it by yourself. Tips and examples is all another person can really give you.” Was that a good explanation? He hoped so. There really wasn’t any other way to say it.
Curling up in his blanket, Wern nodded. Perhaps that is why the cut earlier didn’t bother him as much— doing it, at least. Probably because he did it before, to practice. The thought did not comfort Wern. “Who taught you, then? Or, well, you said you had to practice it yourself, but um. Did you always know that you could use magic?” The larger man asked, bundling himself even deeper in the blanket so that only his face was visible, and even that was limited. He didn’t know what questions to ask, or if they were getting too personal. He just wanted to talk and not feel awful, which was getting harder to avoid.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 14, 2016 8:35:16 GMT
While Wern sat there, curling up from the world, Lasair was more open, sitting comfortably. He lifted a finger to his face, tapping his chin while he thought about it. “It’s different for every person. I didn’t really realize I had magic until I was 10 or so, but I’ve heard from some others that they remember having magic with them for as long as they can remember. On the other side, some claim to not be in touch with it until they’re 15 or older. I think the most common time is around age 8, but some people are more magical than others.” The ander gave the other some time to take the information in before he continued.
“As for who taught me? Well, it was mostly books. My first spell happened by accident, as it does for nearly every other mage. But learning beyond that takes time. I found a library of books that were written by spell casters that explained spell casting in a way that just sort of made sense to me. It became easy to learn when I read it from those books. But of course I still needed to practice it. Others can learn from teachrs or tutors or it’s passed down in the family, but for me it was books. Lots of books.” Smiling gently, he waited to see what else the man would ask.
Words rolled through Wern’s mind, and he nodded. That was quite young, especially with faced with something so scary. But maybe it wasn’t scary. At least, Lasair didn’t look scared when using it. Perhaps it was all based on bias. He didn’t think working with machinery with scary, going into an engine and messing with bolts and such, but perhaps the other would be? The thought seemed to calm him down a little, but not for long. The library sounded interesting, and Wern peaked out from behind his covers to glance at the other. A library full of magic books? It sounded like a great place, especially if he had more questions. He couldn’t bother Lassair too much about it. Perhaps that would explain some things, or at least, expand on them? Though, there was no chance that Lasair would take him there, but well, it didn’t hurt to ask. Or at least, it didn’t really feel like it would hurt. Not with the headache and the quivering in Wern’s stomach. “Um, where is the library? Is it, uh, close by?” Peaking his head out even more, Wern stared quizzically at the man. “I would love to visit it, if I can, to learn more.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
“Well you see… The city doesn’t approve of anders. If they knew about the library, it would be burned down. Ander-hating extremists would make sure of that. And because that’s the case…” His voice died down for the moment, his eyes drifting back to Goya, as if to find comfort in the small ball. They lingered there as he finished speaking. “Only anders can get in the library. And, um, don’t tell anyone that I said there’s a library. They won’t go looking for it if they don’t know it’s there.” The last words were added in a hurry. Lasair had told too much, explained too much. And to a human no less. The knowledge begged to be shared, but he needed to stem the flow at some point. Now the puddle has turned into a lake. Lifting a hand, he scratched the back of his head; a nervous action. Hopefully Wern wouldn’t be too upset. The timid guy had already learned more than the average human did
As Lasair explained more, Wern’s face darkened as well, turning from a look of interest then of mild fear. “Oh, um, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to pry.” Rubbing his own neck, Wern huddled even more into the sanctuary of his blankets. “And I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” Opening up a bit, he offered the other a smile. “I mean, who am I going to tell?” Spreading out his blanket covered arms, he almost looked like a ghost as he waved them. “I mean, I am a hermit after all. Well, not really but, well.” Lowering his eyes, he huddled again into his shell. “No one really talks to me. But that doesn’t change anything. I won’t tell. I-I don’t want it to be burned down. And I don’t want anyone to hurt you, or, um, your friends.” Wern’s voice lowered as he spoke more, as if even talking about the topic now was taboo. Which, it seemed like it was. “But, I uh, bet it’s beautiful. I’m glad you found it.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 19, 2016 3:22:22 GMT
He smiled softly again, happy to hear that the other was willing to keep the secret to himself. Or at least say he’ll keep it a secret. Not much more could be asked from him. “Thank you. If policy ever changes, I promise I’ll bring you in to see it, okay? I was very happy when I found it.” And it was true. Joining MI was one of the best decisions he had made in his life.
Lasair shifted the way he was sitting, glancing around the room as he tried to find a clock. “Hey, are you tired? It’s getting late?” he asked, just now realizing how late it really was. Morning was just around the corner now.
With the offer, Wern nodded, blushing slightly, grateful that the blanket was around him to at least cover part of his face. However, his smile turned to a frown when Lasair asked him if he was tired. Straightening, Wern glanced out the window realizing that the once dark sky had turned brighter, the dark blue, a lighter one. The frown deepened as Wern scrambled up, looking for a clock to see if it was true- and once he found one, he groaned.
“Oh cogs, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you for so long.” Wrapping the blanket tighter around him, he fumbled to look for Lasair’s belongings, but he realized that the man hadn’t left anything, or brought anything for that matter. Well, he had, but, well, Wern lived there. “Thank you for everything. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to inconvenience you, especially for so long. Oh, um, do you need anything? A snack for your way? Or a drink, or um? A blanket?” Wern wearily smiled, already getting a blanket, or at least a jacket, for the other. It would be too big for him, for it was the same one from the Harrowing that reached almost to the ground. Yet, it was large enough to be a blanket. “Thank you, again. I really appreciate it and um.” Lowering his eyes, he held out the blanket as he spoke. “If you need any help with um, you or your friends. I’ll be here. And um. I can offer shelter, too if things get, uh, weird.” Wern stated, eyes still downcast.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 19, 2016 5:12:08 GMT
Smiling, Lasair accepted the large coat-blanket and draped it around his shoulders. “It was my pleasure. Make sure to get some rest now; at least take a nap, okay?” With that and one last smile, Lasair turned and exiting the building, hoping that he had managed to help the man in one way or another.
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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