aterat | [Log] Same Shit, Different World

Who: Nida, OTA
What: Explorations and Seeking Magic Out
Where: Around the city
When: July
Warnings: None planned, will update as needed

There's a lot to be said about how weird it was to be in a place like this and still be able to feel. Feel in a way he had lost so long ago, the world feeling warm and distant somewhere in himself that didn't... didn't fully make sense. Which of course only led to him wandering, his head spinning with a sense he had forgotten. With the curl of a voice caressing his mind, cradling him with warmth and promise, the touch of a seaside breeze caressing him with all the comfort he could offer.

Magic. He can taste it in the air, and as he wanders the city, Nida will sometimes stop, abruptly, to look at people near him, or some bauble on display. Sometimes his head snaps up quickly, and he moves quickly down an alley or behind a building, only to be visible walking the top of the structure moments later. All of it with an aura of someone watching. Seeking.

"Hyne," he curses as he moves through the Historium, trying to find just what was setting his senses off there.

Or he's there on the top of the Red housing building, his eyes flirting over the city as he draws a map of the place from the high vantage, mumbling under his breath in another language.

There's even a moment when he nearly trips over someone in the market, dancing quickly aside at the last moment because his eyes had been caught up toward the path leading down toward the Curio shop.

In the end, though, he settles down near the fountain, sitting in a meditative position, eyes closed. Until, though, someone started to get close. Then his eyes flashed open, a brief flash of bronze light in his eyes before it settled back down, leaving attentive dark eyes gazing at whoever has approached.

"You feel like magic."

[OOC: Nida is capable of sensing magic, and because of his own abilities, drawing magic from the people around him. That means everyone not-native to the Aterat pings on his senses some because of a natural spell welling up from them in his senses. He can draw a small amount of that power from them, but only with permission which he will seek in-character permission every time. Feel free to message me here or on

churbooseanon to discuss.]

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"Prepare for defense, because then you're just as ready for offense," Nida muses as he stares out at the sea, rolling and flowing.

"I think this time, I'm going to bypass the whole try and peaceful life. Just go straight to opening a dojo."

“Yeah, I’ve heard something like more than once from my group back home.” He shrugged lightly, it was definitely a sensible idea that had been drilled into him over the years after one too many careless escapades.

Of course, a peaceful life was highly over-rated to Caelan to begin with. He got bored far too easily for that. “Well they have been encouraging everyone to open businesses and the like. I’m sure you won't have any trouble getting something set up.”

Nida's never known a peaceful life. So to assume one now is stupid. Even the place that was supposed to be his relief, his retirement, had been stolen.

"Start up will be expensive, what I'll need for it. But I'll consider it."

“I wish you luck in the endeavour, at least you have an idea to start.” He responded with a little shrug, because he certainly knew he wasn’t sure what he was doing at this point. Nothing beyond the usual being nosy, figuring out the best ways around the city and poking around the strange misty border off the shoreline. Caelan was used to running things, but admittedly not a business.

"Thank you," Nida says after a moment. "For letting me touch the magic inside of you. Perhaps in the future you'd let me do it again? Having magic for when things go wrong is important."

And if he finds someone who can heal, he's going to just about follow them around.

Caelan took a moment to consider the request seriously. He likes Nida well enough the couple times he’d met him now, and he definitely seemed like the kind of person who could make things a little more interesting now and again. Maybe they could even be friends.

Then, the drawing of his own magic had been strange but not unpleasant. It also seemed like his own secrets were safe enough for now, so... “Yeah, I don’t see why not? Seems to me like it’d come in handy for you, and it didn’t hurt me or anything.”

Besides, it meant another chance to see if he couldn’t figure out what would make the guy laugh.

There were many things that Nida could be in the future. A good friend was something he was pretty sure was well beyond him. His heart was a little too broken.

"Who knows, maybe if I do it more, I'll figure out what other magic there is about you. Maybe you have a second spell, deeper down."

But he doesn't know. Can't know. It's all... strange.

"I should leave you alone now. I need to see if I can acquire a staff."

Of course, Caelan couldn’t say that he’d rather the man didn’t work out the whole picture. As much as he’d like to discourage it, Nida had known he was magic from the get go. Nothing to do about that beyond try to keep the facade of not knowing much more himself going until it didn’t work anymore he supposed.

“It’s like I’m a magic puzzle, huh? Well, if there’s another spell I’ll be interested to see what it is. This whole little excursion was interesting!” He finally responded with a humorous, pleasant little smile. He waved Nida off though when he expressed a need to acquire the staff.

It was a funny thing, Caelan really hated to be on his own, too used to being in a large group either among his kind or his crew... But he also didn’t know anyone here quite well enough to relax entirely. The space would be good, and now he was at the shore anyway. “Oh? Well don’t let me keep you from looking. Bloody hard to find anything you need in this place so I wish you luck with it.”

Gesturing at the water, he continued with a small smile. “I might enjoy the beach for a bit anyway.”

"I don't much like magic puzzles," Nida sighs. "I don't much like magic, beyond the sort I use. In my world, magic tends to ruin things."

Because the two sorts of things that can use it naturally, monsters and sorceresses, are pretty dangerous and hateful.

"Enjoy the beach then. I should get going."

“Yeah?” He hummed a little, “Hopefully I won’t turn out to be a troubling magic puzzle then. Not that I can make promises about that, I have been called trouble before.” It’s light, a small joke for all that it’s true. He’d point out that magic was like anything, in the wrong hands it did ruin things, but he’d also known enough humans without proper magic who ruined plenty.

That would be far too telling though, so he nodded a little and offered a small wave in parting. “I wish you luck finding your staff, and you’ll know where to find me if you need to draw more magic.” He added with a shrug before he moved to work his way further down the beach himself, letting his mind entertain the call.

"Thanks, Caelan By-The-Way," Nida agrees, waving before heading off in the other direction. Time to see if he could find more magic.

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