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Viktor ([personal profile] mehanizovati) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-03-31 12:24 pm

april catch - all

Who: viktor and others, open to all with some closed prompts
What: some late march/early april logs, including some tdm stuff. i'm happy to attach something else on if anyone's interest in doing something specific
When: late march through april
Where: various

content warning; terminal illness, arcane season 1 spoilers, likely game typical beast gore/body horror, potentially ableism mentioned, claustrophobic imagery



open prompts.

fishers of dreams - the lighthouse, early april (tdm)

a. while awake


[if you've been roped into this lighthouse business too you may enter to find a man already there. he seems vaguely disgruntled by the business, offers vague greetings but otherwise sticks to scribbling in his notebook. it looks like schematics and formulae, but anyone with an eye for either might notice they tend to trail off and start in odd bursts.

viktor will offer to cook when evening falls (or whatever seems to be the right mealtime in this place) so maybe that is a better time to strike up conversation. the smell coming from the kitchen is heavy on whatever spices the place stocks, promising pain to anyone who doesn't have the stomach for that sort of thing. worse if he finds the rotgut liquor tucked away, which he will pull out and offer despite smelling more like turpentine than anything edible.

these tricks of the eye though, flashes of people vaguely recognizable, he chalks it up more hallucinations. last month was mushrooms, so this? irritating, far more distracting, but it followed the pattern.

it isn't until later in all this he'll track whoever is with him down.]
Did you see someone else come through? There, just up the stairs.



b. nightmare

[trying to reach the odd lighthouses is fruitless, the shadows converge and when the dark clears the area seems more closed in than before. it shouldn't be, he was just outside on the shore, yet now the dark sky seems to hang too low, lower still, suffocating.]

What now? This is another illusion of sorts, is it not? One this place is so fond of. [viktor sounds more irritated than anything, maybe defensive since the grip his has on his crutch is white-knuckle tight. in the distance seems to be a lighthouse, though the light is far and the area is so stifling, promising a tunnel that will close and snuff out the light entirely.

it's ridiculous of course, the walls are not that close, certainly not enough for this suffocating grip on the lungs and throat. there's no real explanation, less so when a few steps forward and the ground begins to dot with great metal cables, the distinct, sickly sweet smell of chemicals in the air. there are pools between them where the ocean should have been, this time shallow spills of what could be gasoline or something similar, slick rainbow puddles, oily and difficult to walk through without slipping or sinking.]

(ooc; for this one please, feel free to add your own character's nightmare in any flavor at any point!)



odds and ends - willful machine, early april

[viktor can be found around the vendors often enough, especially those specializing in scrap metal, tools or small machinery. for the most part he doesn't stick out, except for the fact often his massive omen often accompanies him, some sort of huge pink salamander/axolotl that he'll lean against or ask rather politely to help carry larger purchases.

he doesn't seem to notice or care about any attention, though the creature will blink curiously around. feel free to approach or find him haggling rather intently for such a stick of a man, accent thickening when it gets heated enough. maybe you want the same scrap? or are looking for something and he's standing nearby enough to notice a lost look and offers assistance?]



[one might also find him about by the sound of a nasty coughing fit. he stands with his back curled, a rag to his mouth as a makeshift handkerchief. it's a wet cough that shakes his entire frame, and when it's over his sniffs and clears his throat, straightening.

the cloth is stained in a pale color that catches the perpetual moonlight of april. paleblood, that he regards for a moment before folding the cloth in on itself with a small frown.]





closed prompts.


jinx - willful machine, late march

[viktor doesn't stay by the lamp exactly. he would usually but he hardly sees the point when this person he's meeting knows him by sight as far as he can tell. it leaves him feeling comfortable to wander within eyeshot mostly of the lantern, strolling down the canal docks to find a place to stand and watch the boats cut slowly through the water.

he likes it here, he thinks, in this district. the noise and foot traffic, the winding canals and dirty water, the boats bobbing to and fro - it wouldn't be a bad place to set up. a lab that will double as his home because he doesn't see the point in separating the two any longer, even if he can practically hear heimendinger's tutting about his work-life balance in his ear. it will be closer to the vendors, less of a hike to acquire what he'll need to start fresh. first a new brace for his leg and back, then some basic experiments into lunar energy to get a feel for it.

his lungs flare and burn, minor enough he manages to swallow it down without reaching for the rag in his pocket. he makes a note of the severity and timing, adds it to his growing mental list that seems to indicate his illness does indeed remain but is diminished. promising, if he's being optimistic, but at the moment he feels only a sense of irritation that now he doesn't know the timeline of his own life. one he might be shortening drastically with this ridiculous stunt.

a sigh and viktor goes back to watching the boats, trying to clear his head. he considers trying to message vi and ask her opinion of this but... no, he doubts he'll get anything. he's not sure if he disgusts her as a class traitor or amuses her in truth. better to just see for himself what he's gotten himself into like a fool.]




allen - willful machine, early april

[the 'grand tour' doesn't amount to much yet, the lab area just a large, empty space dotted with a few tables and a couple of desks, not even a chalkboard he's been keeping an eye out for or something that could do the same. one of the desks at least is littered with junk, at the moment tools and the starts of a knee brace, a table nearby with all the scrap he's managed to grab that could be useful in the future. one corner has a cot, maybe he'll clear out whatever other small rooms the place has later for a bedroom proper. maybe not.

viktor seems satisfied with it as he gestures around, and rio has commandeered one of the tables for her own to lie across.]
A solid start, I think. I like this area, this eh... Willful Machine, that is.

[he'll never admit part of it is the boats. everyone's allowed a sort of childish interest, right? they're soothing, even if they lack the motors that fascinated him.] Have a seat, if you'd like. How have you been since the tombs?



wildcard.

[as i said, feel free to ask for anything else, including other tdm prompts, i am more interested in seeing the worlds built by others for the archway prompts so i didn't include any here. my plurk is [plurk.com profile] dichotomy or you can dm me here!]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[On some level, Palamedes realizes his, ah, fun little home is not the ideal place to have guests. He and Camilla chose it for its out-of-the-way quality (that Sixth cageyness) and its delightful lack of direct sunlight (when applicable), not because they ever intended to have anyone else come and visit. Even the Ninth nearby haven't ventured inside — so hopefully his oddball directions and descriptions of landmarks will help Viktor find the place.

Palamedes has decided to Make Snacks, which here means he remembers a dessert the Fifth had served the lot of them that was mostly, mm, cream and sugar and fruit, and he supposes that's both easy enough to replicate and sweet enough to seem very fun and unique compared to his other idea, which was plain biscuits. It also means he has, in the past day or so, acquired more sugar than he will ever need, but whatever; snacks. The whole of it is putting the ingredients into a bowl, but Palamedes doesn't cook?

He feels kind of jack-of-all-trades about it, privately. The fruit is pomegranate seeds. It's fancy.

All this to say: he is not bleeding everywhere while doing this snack thing and waiting for Viktor to arrive, and so when he hauls the heavy bunker door aside to stick his head out and squint around for him, he does it with clean hands. Small mercies. First:]


Nailed it. I'll meet you, stay put.

[Which is only polite, given he lives underground and it's already dark. The bunker entrance is not far from the landmark - Viktor probably could have heard him open the door, honestly - but Palamedes trots out to wave once he's seen him.]

There you are — and on the first try, too. [haha] Come on, d'you like fruit? There is fruit in the snack.

[Please come and see his bunker, which is lit by naked lightbulbs strung up around the ceiling that illuminate the place just enough for it to still be a little dim. It's clear that the furnishings here were very much picked for two people and two people only, down to an earnest bunkbed pushed all the way into the back and the tiny couch opposite what passes for a miniature kitchen. The small "kitchen" table is covered in books and papers save for a space cleared out to eat, and like he said: he's been wallpapering with his own notes. It's yet to dominate the whole space, but it's a solid chunk.]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Sunlight on the Sixth would kill us, [a normal thing to say, as he watches Rio zip right ahead. She's still cute, he's allowing it... surely Viktor's very own Omen won't lick everything, or whatever her type of animal does? Palamedes is fine with this.

He drags the door shut again and slides a deadbolt closed before beelining over to his Snacks. This worked out perfectly, considering he only owns two of any given tableware...

And there goes Viktor off to the notes, hah. Palamedes follows a pace or so behind, to deliver snacks; the notes are more of what's in his notebook, some earlier drafts hung up in a section he's labeled "UNLIKELY/REVISED" and some expansions on darkblood facts, too. As he nudges Viktor's shoulder with the back of his hand, holding a bowl-with-spoon out for him:]


Red seed apple, [yeap] or what looked close enough. I cheated — the Fifth made this the first time I tried it, but here, see how I did.

[It's fruit and sweet cream and sugar on top, it's delicious, but humor him.]

Camilla had the top bunk, "in case the books spill everywhere." [the other one sure does have more books stacked around the edges, fancy that] Living together is kind of a given necromancer-cavalier thing.
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Rio, please. She can knock over Palamedes' books, he already piles them haphazardly so the change would be minimal. He treks the few paces over to the table to get the other snack bowl and rejoin Viktor, twirling his spoon idly as he does. Like clicking the pen.]

We're too close to the sun. In short, we'd melt clean off if we weren't crammed into the darker pole.

[The Sixth is very fun! Sometimes sunlight in Trench makes Palamedes nervous, so the persistent dark that's been lingering for days now is actually a huge relief. He sticks half a spoonful of cream and fruit in his mouth, smiling around it for a moment — it's the simple satisfaction of making someone happy, definitely saccharine of him, but, ah.

Well, it's actually kind of novel, to impress with sugary dessert instead of necromancy or his myriad work-oriented skills, so. Saccharine, but pleasant.]


You're handing me ammunition this readily? [To tease; who knows, maybe he'll start.

He looks around the room himself, lingering for a second on that empty top bunk, and sighs.]


Thank you. It's fine, I'm not — unraveling, without her around. [He doesn't need to say that, or dump his cavalier emotions on Viktor, who came here to talk about magic, but - these things happen.] I made a solemn promise to myself to not be a baby about it, so — well, thanks.
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, his little couch... It will survive, she might find it a touch cramped, but it's squishy in that well-worn, dragged-it-in-off-the-curb kind of way. Comfortable. Palamedes watches her do her thing, fidgeting more with his spoon and glancing away only for - oh, incense. Incense, and compliments for his "cooking," and sappy — Camilla may not be awake and out of the sea, but Palamedes finds himself grateful not for the first time to have met so many readily compassionate people here in Trench. Even fumbling through it like this is more endearing than anything else, and so the quasi-smile he gives Viktor for his efforts is genuine, if brief.

Sappy, though... whew. There's an edge of humor still in his voice when he responds, but something softer, too: a quiet warmth that carries his unspoken gratitude for the offer.

(Because nobody has to offer, and given Palamedes' tendency to have all his shit together, it occurs to far fewer to try. He's always a little thrown, in a good way.)]


If that's sappy, just wait until I get going. [he's a hugger.] I'll take you up on that sometime, if you'll agree to do the same. The first few months of this place are unbelievable, I've been there.

[It's in his nature to sublimate his concern for his friends into demanding they open up a little, too, so it works out. Sappy is an equivalent exchange, and he enjoys Viktor's company, so it's an even better incentive to keep them both relatively sane for longer.

He gestures to the table's only two chairs then, if Viktor can tear himself away from the wallpaper notes to finish eating; he sits in the far one, elbowing a short stack of books to the side for his bowl as he does. Watch him not finish this thing he literally made himself, it's fine.]


You said "undercity," and now "topside" — a leveled city? Distinct tiers? I've never known anything like it.

[Please illuminate, he would like to know everything now.]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps one day there will simply be a bean bag chair in this underground bunker, perhaps the perfect size for a Rio, who can predict the future... who knows.

Palamedes pauses to move his mental pin of Jayce, mystery man out of "very Third" and into "quite Fifth, actually." A bleeding heart, full of sappy - yeah, for sure.]


I've got more than enough patience for 'not very good at that,' don't worry. [Shoutout to Harrowhark, who embodies 'not very good at that' and provides excellent practice.] Besides, now I know I can ply you with sugar whenever the situation is dire.

[His first thought about Piltover, however, is that three hundred years is even shorter than "relatively young" - it's barely a scratch in the grand scheme of things, when the Empire is ancient to a degree that's near impossible for a single individual to comprehend, and so ironically it's a much shorter city tenure that distracts him for a bit. Huh.

The rest — sucks, it sucks, but it recontextualizes a handful of things Viktor has mentioned prior to now. He wonders if the common thread of all worlds ending in this one is large scale cruelty; Viktor's undercity, the Empire's endless war, the massive slaughter he's heard about from others all smashed through a drain into this, a blood-soaked pit with an ocean full of souls. A polluted scrap of city barely holding its head above the blood spilled.

Cool thing for everyone to have in common. He taps the wrong end of his spoon against the table's edge, leaning the weight of his head into his other hand, propped up on his elbow. Hmm.]


The miners' gloves, [he says with a slight nod, as if to say ah, yes - now it's abundantly clear why that project was among the earliest. Funnel the rich people's money straight into the wellbeing of those in need, oh yes, he's all for this concept.] Water and air purification... It's a shame your work had to be interrupted.

[Privilege manifests differently in the Nine Houses, and Palamedes is aware that his life on the Sixth, while in a clustered little cake tin of a Library, has been better in myriad ways compared to the Seventh, or the Ninth — honestly compared to quite a few other Houses. Still, he can spot injustice at fifty paces, and he's pretty easy to radicalize — like right now! Perhaps if the rich were chewed up and spat out, or something like that.

Things to consider. Now that he can piece together that "toxic fumes" were not from a mere accident that made Viktor sick, too — things to consider!]


Do you want to talk about it? Living there. [patience—] I'll listen.
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't think me that predictable, [a beat.] Dirt-boring old books will work just as well.

[Hah. And intriguing projects, and puzzles - there are so many options, all of which he'd be touched by for the simplest "thought you'd like this" aspect of remembering him. Earnestly, he would find a puzzle very compelling and persuasive, especially if the picture were something suitably weird and nonsense.

He finally goes for another spoonful of sugary fruit mess and winks when Viktor says he's very good, rather than interrupt with another quip. Yes, best of the generation at all things up to and including being an interested listener, that's him. It is a wink of good humor and maybe also a nod that they can talk about his feelings next, honest. He'll do it.

So: this apt comparison. Palamedes makes a mental note of the important details; compassion in the face of adversity, druglords??, "less but not by much." It's interesting to think of this world as the least irritating, although after the events of Canaan House's Incredibly Bad Vacation Stay, Palamedes sees it. He supposes he's been doing that himself in some ways without really admitting it, particularly recently, now that the city seems to want to keep him around.

He gestures with his spoon hand in a so-so motion, looking up briefly at the ceiling to collect his thoughts. Viktor asks after his world and for all intents and purposes that's the Library, but it's disingenuous to ignore the other Houses in his overall take. He guesses, ugh, every time someone visited the Library and they trotted him out to be public-facing Master Warden it was tedious at best.]


We're separated, is the thing. We don't all live on the same planet, hell, some of the Cohort - that is, the Emperor's military - spend most of their lives on ships and out of the system entirely. Some of the Houses are more populous and boast better resources than others — that one causes problems, as no House really wants to be a dependent scion of another, but needs must. Not the Sixth, although we're nowhere near the largest and definitely not the furthest-reaching.

[Just a bunch of weird nerds locked in a Library doing science projects, that Sixth. Really, the thing his lived experience has the most common with here is the sea full of soul-squids?— but that's complicated for a mess of reasons.]

I saw the remains of the First, once — I was there, I mean. That place looks like this one, only without the blood. [but he is saying "remains," so.] No one lives there. A place like that could easily be a cautionary tale for a place like this that's still holding on.

[Hmm. Who knows! Even as the "second" stage for some of these people, after the dream, it can still get worse! Yaaay.]

You're right about necromancer politics, though. The Eighth's heir called me an unfinished inbred who passed an examination during a disagreement, once. To my face! [This is funnier in retrospect, ahem.] You can imagine that on a larger scale, for the most part. Everyone is vying to have the best necromancers in the system, including the Sixth — we're commodities.

[He says it with almost no affectation, the end result of a ten-thousand-year-old empire doing this for as long, but there's a twist in his expression that betrays precisely how fucked up that is.]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy, they sure are back on this again. Palamedes hums, amused; see, this is why they had to make it an evening, he hasn't even bothered to do anything with darkblood magic yet and the snacks are already running out. It's fine, though — it's good, and while explaining how the Nine Houses work politically may not provide much in the way of accomplishing any ends here in Trench, he's curious about Viktor's insights.

But first he scoops up Viktor's abandoned bowl and stands to set it on the tiny countertop that serves as most of the kitchen in here. He's a creature of endless little movements, and so he talks as he gets up:]


We have one sun and nine planets — eight Houses proper, the First is the Emperor's domain and I'm told he spends most of his time on a spooky spaceship.

[Or did, before making tea a few blocks away in Gaze for months on end, but he'll get there. He holds up one finger for that and now another, as this is now a numbered list.]

The House is the entire thing — like I said, some of them are bigger than others. The Seventh numbers a couple million, I don't recall the most recent census — but it's all one Seventh House, and so on for the rest. The Sixth is smaller, and we have a persistently worsening consanguinity problem — Camilla is actually my second cousin, one of many, though I don't know the rest well at all — still: the title of "House" signifies the whole, and "heir" to the legacy, not a single bloodline.

[Cool stuff. He's filled the snack bowls with water, to... soak? God, but if he never has to do dishes again, it will be too soon. That seems fine for now, and he returns to the table with the rest of the pomegranate that didn't make it into the snack.

Item three, with another finger held up:]
We're ten thousand years deep into the post-Resurrection era, which means exactly what it sounds like. By my understanding, the founders of the other eight houses left the First and it just... decayed.

[Good riddance, though. He offers the rest of the fruit, and item number four:]

Do you want this? Two of the Ninth are here— no, three, but I've yet to meet the other one— they're friends of mine. They're... unique. One of the Emperor's Saints is here, we've met, and- [he shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose for this one, pushing his glasses up and askew, but Good God--] -the Emperor. Himself.

[Actually God, For Real!!! It's yet to stop feeling surreal. Palamedes hasn't clocked yet another non-friend from home kicking around, but sooner or later...]

As far as I'm aware, they all live together here in Gaze. [And Palamedes Lives Here, which can stand on its own. He fixes his glasses, ahem.] You can ask more questions, but d'you want me to do some magic in the interim?
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, double endearing tidbits, the yearning for spaceships and snack surprise. Palamedes has just sat down again but he half-stands, reaching across the little table to pinch at Viktor's sleeve and tug, so that he might wordlessly deposit the rest of the fruit straight into his hand. Yes, take this fruit, Palamedes won't even appreciate it despite the not-insignificant sliver he had to chip off one of his limited-quantity bloodstones to get all these rare foods.

He's not going to mention that part because he already gave his "do not pay me" friendship speech, QED.]


I want you to have it. Enjoy it. [It's a Gesture, accept it.] The Sixth has consanguinity tables, to keep track. Broadly, necromancers aren't allowed to marry inter-House — Imperial law.

[Uh huh. Magic time, though, and he stands straight to roll up his sleeves and step into the middle of the room, which isn't terribly far from the table, anyway. To the issue of the Emperor he says,]

That's right, [which is the truth, and,] I've decided to be neutral about that.

[Which is Nine Houses Drama.]

Now, for telekinesis, I've been working under the theory of two larger types that can be molded to suit specific needs, et cetera: with and without bloodshed. Here—

[He squints and crooks a finger, and with a little pop! a pomegranate seed comes loose from the rest of the fruit and wobbles in the air. Tada.]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, Cam could provide him with an itemized list, sorted top down through preference and her own personal judgment of being worth the effort to get, and so on. Alas. One day.

Palamedes does not wink again - almost, now that he's in the zone to show off magic it nearly happens - just smiling right back and then dropping into a shrug. That the inter-House marriage laws exist is something he's either never thought about or ignored completely when someone else was thinking about them, so — who knows.]


You'd have to — hello, Rio — you'd have to ask someone else about the laws. [A beat.] It could be arbitrary. Necro-cav marriages are kind of a no-no, too, but it still happens.

[So: random, maybe. Somebody's outdated nonsense ideas. Who knows if it was even the Emperor who came up with that one, perhaps one of the Saints was having a rough go of it and tired of their colleagues on a really extreme, "don't talk to me or my House ever again" level. Enough information about Way Back When is still gone forever...

Nevertheless, Palamedes flicks his finger and makes the seed spin faster, bouncing a little when Viktor brushes against it.]


I'm a quick study, to be fair. [yeah mhm yep this is the showing off portion, for sure] Blood quantity is proportional to the level of power, I think all evidence points to that thus far. Application is the inverse, which should vary by individual. Levels can be supplemented, where necessary — precision can be learned.

[Precision like zipping a pomegranate seed around in a tight circle above the table, before he lets it drop back down. Tada.... 2!!!]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rio!! God! Give Palamedes half an hour to show off magic, then he will at last just ask if he can pat her on her big squishy head. Truly a wonder.]

Cam? We've known each other our whole lives. Some Houses have a stick up their collective ass about professionalism in the necromancer-cavalier partnership, [he says it like he's heard this quoted at him and rolled his eyes then just the same as he does now,] I think it's reductive to think of it like that. Cold, too.

[Then again, that line of thinking opens up the can of worms that is how some of the other Houses treat their cavaliers, but mm, not tonight; they've been through enough heavy subjects in the past half hour alone without getting into, say, the abject horrors of soul siphoning.

It would really kill the buzz of telekinetic parlor tricks, all told. He blinks, focusing again on the magic.]


I've been thinking about that, too. [He's not all wrapped up in his cloak today, being at home, but he's always wearing at least one robe-ish overpiece with many inside pockets, which he now reaches into for - a scalpel.] Oh — did you bring a match?

[For the incense, before he starts nicking his fingertips open for Blood Time.]

Step one, of course, is to take the internal power source and spill it out. I can do remote necromancy, so surely... [He waves a hand, like. Surely. Surely also this.]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-11 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sooner or later Palamedes will have to entertain his own omen, which may be a challenge, considering she is a very large bird that only loves him? He'll work it out in a way such that she would not maim any guests.]

You'd think, but here we are. Well — here I am. [A beat. Hey.] Now you've got me talking about her.

[Very clever, sir. It's a sort of melancholy smile he offers for this, since, well - he promised to talk about these things, Cam included, much as not having her around does feel sharply like he's missing a limb when he thinks about it actively.

That and he rather doesn't know where to start, which might be obvious from the "our whole lives" part; talking about missing Camilla is like talking about why he breathes air? She's not here; he misses her. How does he articulate the rest...

Luckily he has something else to do, that is, pricking his fingertip and willing just enough magic into the blood that beads so that it doesn't glitter away.]


That's the idea. Necromantic blood wards are easy enough to draw - could someone draw a darkblood ward, that creates, I don't know, an area of effect that can levitate an object? If I do this- [Smear. Blood on something, which he decides will be a mug he swipes off the counter and runs his finger around the bottom of.] -I can let it float without having to concentrate.

[Which it does, when he lets go, behold!! It's ready to drift over to Viktor, get ready.]
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[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-04-12 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, and complimenting her — that gets him, he can practically see the imaginary hook reeling him in, but maybe it's time. He'd been manic in the days immediately after her departure, and not in the mood a week or so ago, sitting on The Emperor's Own Sofa being asked the same sort of gentle nudging questions — those were not good times. Now, though, in his own home-away-from-home, and with the looming spectre of corruption always there...]

Ask me after this. [Before he can convince himself that he can put off the Cam conversation for another week. Ahem.] I'll — think of something.

[Until then: mugs! He lets it drift, pinching his fingertip to ooze out some more blood, in preparation for the next thing he smears it on - whatever that may be. He hasn't picked yet.]

I might be able to — if I had to guess, I would expect it to take more effort to manipulate, say, paleblood- [do not bleed into a cup for him, not that anybody is suggesting that, but do not] -due to the cross-type...

But once a ward is down, it should work independently — it's the making that takes the most effort.

[He comes over to the table, pleased - he's sooo good at magic - and tickled by how delighted Viktor is by something like this. He leans his non-bleeding hand on the back of Viktor's chair, watches him play with the mug. It will still float, although he's not entirely sure how long that one blood ring will last, so be careful with that...]

Coldblood — that one adds an elemental touch, I've seen it. What would we do with paleblood wards, do you think? You mentioned a shared paleblood experience, but it didn't sound... great. No offense.

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