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A to-do list disaster
Who; Lord El-Melloi II & YOU RIGHT THERE!
What; An open log
Where; The market
When; End of August/Early September
Warnings; None, but I will update if something comes up!
Note; If you would like something specific or have an idea, you are welcome to throw it at me. I can be reached at this journal or on discord @ WhimsicalSpook#8219
A to-do list disaster - Market District - OTA
Eventually following his first day and it’s enlightening conversations with a couple people he met, he’d forced himself to leave his flat in the red building again after steeling his nerves and compiling a list of things he was going to need. Usually his apprentice Gray would have volunteered to take it and gather things for him, knowing his rather pathetic constitution when it came to being out and about when he’d rather not be.
But Lady Gray wasn’t here, and he was a grown man who’d traveled the world for months before he’d settled down at the Clock Tower. He could damn well handle this, right? Right.
So out the door he went with a last frown at his list that included materials he needed to make more of his mystic code cigars, clothing, and materials or supplies he would need to 1. set up a classroom and 2. set up a mage workshop once he found a location that looked undesirable enough that people wouldn’t bother it… Oh, and a small scribble at the bottom to find that Raimon fellow’s shop to see if his abilities were as impressive as he suggested, hoping to get something he was going to need if he was going to be here for any great length of time.
He started towards the market, brushing a hand through his excessively long, dark hair with a sigh at the sky above. A certain king would have boisterously laughed at this situation, patting him on the back (and forgetting his own strength) while commenting on what a grand and exciting adventure he’d found himself in if he were present.
Eyes drifting the stalls as he passed them, he began making note of prices for things he couldn’t get in the first trip, while looking for the shops he knew would be his priorities.
Unfortunately, the fates tended to pick on him for reasons unknown, as he didn’t notice some rotten produce hadn’t quite made it into a refuse bin and stepped on it. The mushy vegetable underfoot made for a slippery cobblestone and down he went with a surprised shout, losing what little dignified demeanor and tone he’d been using while speaking before now. “Curse littering idiots to bloody blazes…!” He ground out in frustration, holding his head as he sat where he fell and gathered his nerves after the surprise and shock.
Continuation from the TDM for:soulsword
“Thank you, that’s very helpful, miss.” He ground out, the lines on his face deepening, and he reached up to massage his head in an attempt to alleviate the tension that had been growing. Seriously, she was reminding him of someone. Someone who would probably offer her a gift of thanks for ensuring he wouldn’t miss his darling younger ‘sister’s’ teasing. Brat. Still, he needed a moment to process the words she’d gone on to say. Returning to the exact moment he left would be ideal, as long as he wasn’t dying. He still wasn’t entirely sure he’d done something that was equal parts clever and stupid to stop lightning that had been thrown at them. But not remembering any of this? Well, fuck. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to not explode. “So you’re saying we’re essentially on a cosmically imposed hiatus from our lives to help another world clean up its messes post disaster, and something in the method we’re transported here and back removes the memories we obtain while here… Even the potentially useful ones. Isn’t that just bloody wonderful.”
Essentially: Thanks, I hate it.
“That either means he’ll make a mess in the name of being a hero or pull something helpful last minute in my experience.” Hopefully, it was the latter, but you never knew until something was actively happening. “If you haven’t seen evidence to prove his heroics, is that to say nothing in need of a hero happens around here or he just hasn’t had a chance?” Because, well, that would give him an idea of how much trouble he could expect from this place himself.
“More or less, if they don’t last with me, then they’re out.” Which, frankly, was dangerous in his opinion. Especially with people who had more power than they knew how to handle. They’d eventually become problems in some way, and then end up with sealing designations that either meant the ‘honor’ of being preserved in the depths of clock tower because of their potential value in reaching the Root, or dead in an alleyway depending on the policy departments rulings. A goddamned waste either way, in his opinion. “That’s correct. Odd names are common in mage society, in my experience.” They were a weird lot, Illyana. His real name was Waver, after all. He had no room to make fun of Flat’s name. His brow creased to hear what Illyana’s race had gone through, thanks to someone with talent for chaos magic. He hated wasted life, and a loss that heavy for a people was certainly counted that way. “I would say it certainly has the potential to be dangerous in my world as well, given some of the things I’ve seen in my life… Which is why working with students with so much potential is important.” To keep them out of trouble in the long run. Flat was his student, and so he was important to the man. If he were an honest man, he’d probably go as far as to admit he thought of them as his own kids with how protective of them he got.
The door titled ‘Bad Decisions’ was definitely the winner. Huffing, he shrugged stiffly. “I owe the Weins family for lending me money to purchase my professor’s lecture hall so the space wouldn’t go to waste. Just because he’s gone doesn’t mean the students need to lose it.” He responded blandly. It was his fault as far as he was concerned that Kayneth was dead, after all. Which led to the second debt. “The El-Melloi debt is a little more complicated. I doubt we have the time to expand on that right now.” Which was to say, he wasn’t about to spill all his secrets to this woman he just met. Even if they were going to be colleagues, some things were best kept for another day.
“Really? You’re making it sound like I’m as old as dirt. I’m only 29!” He snapped back, a slight shift in his voice’s pitch at the end. Compared to the deeper, more refined tone he used, it was higher and actually younger sounding. Was the voice he used with everyone else a trained act to seem more impressive than he was? Probably, he had a lot of habits like that.
Hang on a sec, as he cast another glance at her with a raised brow. “You questioned my student’s name and you know someone named ‘Wolverine?’” And yes, the lack of a cigar was going to make him a little grumpy, if only because the useful properties of his secret mystic code were going to dissipate and he wasn’t keen for something bothersome to happen upon them.
Continuation from TDM for:harrythelizard
Hey, as long as Harry didn’t have some kind of eldritch monstrosity hiding inside him that would go on a rampage if something happened, then Lord El-Melloi II would count that as a step up from some of the more frustrating troublemakers he’d dealt with in his time. There were some magically inclined people that caused trouble that he could put up with, and some he wished to be a million miles away from if he heard they were in town.
But since he didn’t know that Harry was the one making the trouble, he simply offered a frown in return. “Ah, so that’s how it is. I can’t say I don’t understand it myself… Troublesome, when the universe keeps flinging unnecessary chaos caused by others your way.”
He eyed the front of the line again. The idea of having to cross the midway was not ideal. He wanted to get his food and get out of there, not go further in. That said, the indecisive man had begun asking more questions of the poor sod working the counter. Shoulders sagging, he let out a sigh. “Alright, probably for the best. Otherwise, we’ll be here all night.” He reluctantly stepped out of line to fall into step next to Harry. “Just warn me if you see any of that trouble flying by so I can sidestep out of the way.” He added. Was that a joke or a legitimate request? Hard to tell, given his deadpan delivery.
What; An open log
Where; The market
When; End of August/Early September
Warnings; None, but I will update if something comes up!
Note; If you would like something specific or have an idea, you are welcome to throw it at me. I can be reached at this journal or on discord @ WhimsicalSpook#8219
A to-do list disaster - Market District - OTA
Eventually following his first day and it’s enlightening conversations with a couple people he met, he’d forced himself to leave his flat in the red building again after steeling his nerves and compiling a list of things he was going to need. Usually his apprentice Gray would have volunteered to take it and gather things for him, knowing his rather pathetic constitution when it came to being out and about when he’d rather not be.
But Lady Gray wasn’t here, and he was a grown man who’d traveled the world for months before he’d settled down at the Clock Tower. He could damn well handle this, right? Right.
So out the door he went with a last frown at his list that included materials he needed to make more of his mystic code cigars, clothing, and materials or supplies he would need to 1. set up a classroom and 2. set up a mage workshop once he found a location that looked undesirable enough that people wouldn’t bother it… Oh, and a small scribble at the bottom to find that Raimon fellow’s shop to see if his abilities were as impressive as he suggested, hoping to get something he was going to need if he was going to be here for any great length of time.
He started towards the market, brushing a hand through his excessively long, dark hair with a sigh at the sky above. A certain king would have boisterously laughed at this situation, patting him on the back (and forgetting his own strength) while commenting on what a grand and exciting adventure he’d found himself in if he were present.
Eyes drifting the stalls as he passed them, he began making note of prices for things he couldn’t get in the first trip, while looking for the shops he knew would be his priorities.
Unfortunately, the fates tended to pick on him for reasons unknown, as he didn’t notice some rotten produce hadn’t quite made it into a refuse bin and stepped on it. The mushy vegetable underfoot made for a slippery cobblestone and down he went with a surprised shout, losing what little dignified demeanor and tone he’d been using while speaking before now. “Curse littering idiots to bloody blazes…!” He ground out in frustration, holding his head as he sat where he fell and gathered his nerves after the surprise and shock.
Continuation from the TDM for:
soulsword“Thank you, that’s very helpful, miss.” He ground out, the lines on his face deepening, and he reached up to massage his head in an attempt to alleviate the tension that had been growing. Seriously, she was reminding him of someone. Someone who would probably offer her a gift of thanks for ensuring he wouldn’t miss his darling younger ‘sister’s’ teasing. Brat. Still, he needed a moment to process the words she’d gone on to say. Returning to the exact moment he left would be ideal, as long as he wasn’t dying. He still wasn’t entirely sure he’d done something that was equal parts clever and stupid to stop lightning that had been thrown at them. But not remembering any of this? Well, fuck. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to not explode. “So you’re saying we’re essentially on a cosmically imposed hiatus from our lives to help another world clean up its messes post disaster, and something in the method we’re transported here and back removes the memories we obtain while here… Even the potentially useful ones. Isn’t that just bloody wonderful.”
Essentially: Thanks, I hate it.
“That either means he’ll make a mess in the name of being a hero or pull something helpful last minute in my experience.” Hopefully, it was the latter, but you never knew until something was actively happening. “If you haven’t seen evidence to prove his heroics, is that to say nothing in need of a hero happens around here or he just hasn’t had a chance?” Because, well, that would give him an idea of how much trouble he could expect from this place himself.
“More or less, if they don’t last with me, then they’re out.” Which, frankly, was dangerous in his opinion. Especially with people who had more power than they knew how to handle. They’d eventually become problems in some way, and then end up with sealing designations that either meant the ‘honor’ of being preserved in the depths of clock tower because of their potential value in reaching the Root, or dead in an alleyway depending on the policy departments rulings. A goddamned waste either way, in his opinion. “That’s correct. Odd names are common in mage society, in my experience.” They were a weird lot, Illyana. His real name was Waver, after all. He had no room to make fun of Flat’s name. His brow creased to hear what Illyana’s race had gone through, thanks to someone with talent for chaos magic. He hated wasted life, and a loss that heavy for a people was certainly counted that way. “I would say it certainly has the potential to be dangerous in my world as well, given some of the things I’ve seen in my life… Which is why working with students with so much potential is important.” To keep them out of trouble in the long run. Flat was his student, and so he was important to the man. If he were an honest man, he’d probably go as far as to admit he thought of them as his own kids with how protective of them he got.
The door titled ‘Bad Decisions’ was definitely the winner. Huffing, he shrugged stiffly. “I owe the Weins family for lending me money to purchase my professor’s lecture hall so the space wouldn’t go to waste. Just because he’s gone doesn’t mean the students need to lose it.” He responded blandly. It was his fault as far as he was concerned that Kayneth was dead, after all. Which led to the second debt. “The El-Melloi debt is a little more complicated. I doubt we have the time to expand on that right now.” Which was to say, he wasn’t about to spill all his secrets to this woman he just met. Even if they were going to be colleagues, some things were best kept for another day.
“Really? You’re making it sound like I’m as old as dirt. I’m only 29!” He snapped back, a slight shift in his voice’s pitch at the end. Compared to the deeper, more refined tone he used, it was higher and actually younger sounding. Was the voice he used with everyone else a trained act to seem more impressive than he was? Probably, he had a lot of habits like that.
Hang on a sec, as he cast another glance at her with a raised brow. “You questioned my student’s name and you know someone named ‘Wolverine?’” And yes, the lack of a cigar was going to make him a little grumpy, if only because the useful properties of his secret mystic code were going to dissipate and he wasn’t keen for something bothersome to happen upon them.
Continuation from TDM for:
harrythelizardHey, as long as Harry didn’t have some kind of eldritch monstrosity hiding inside him that would go on a rampage if something happened, then Lord El-Melloi II would count that as a step up from some of the more frustrating troublemakers he’d dealt with in his time. There were some magically inclined people that caused trouble that he could put up with, and some he wished to be a million miles away from if he heard they were in town.
But since he didn’t know that Harry was the one making the trouble, he simply offered a frown in return. “Ah, so that’s how it is. I can’t say I don’t understand it myself… Troublesome, when the universe keeps flinging unnecessary chaos caused by others your way.”
He eyed the front of the line again. The idea of having to cross the midway was not ideal. He wanted to get his food and get out of there, not go further in. That said, the indecisive man had begun asking more questions of the poor sod working the counter. Shoulders sagging, he let out a sigh. “Alright, probably for the best. Otherwise, we’ll be here all night.” He reluctantly stepped out of line to fall into step next to Harry. “Just warn me if you see any of that trouble flying by so I can sidestep out of the way.” He added. Was that a joke or a legitimate request? Hard to tell, given his deadpan delivery.
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He listened carefully instead of continuing as Harry spoke. The information was important, after all. Harry had been here longer, which meant valuable details he wouldn’t have been granted yet as a newcomer. Instead, he picked at the funnel cake for a while longer and stored details away to re-examine later. His brow creased again at the information on the ‘Voidcryst’ and the people in charge, who Harry described as clueless.
“What a mess…” He muttered and slid the funnel cake away finally. “So there’s a catalyst for remaking a world that was the subject of an experiment… Is it still at the academy, or is it gone due to the experiment you mentioned?” He wanted to ask more about the academy himself, but right now his focus was on the potential ‘thing that destroys and remakes worlds’ subject.
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He assumed the scholars at the Academy hadn't trifled, either. From what he'd heard of first-hand accounts, the laboratory where experiments had taken place was painstakingly organized if in disarray after the failure.
"I think if we could find it, the Cryst itself, we might get some answers." But finding it was easier said than done. "Though it might not even be in this reality completely."
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Frowning lightly, he wondered if it even could be found if it had been thrown into another reality altogether. Something like this that had apparently remade this world a couple of times? It sounded like a cycle, one that had been interrupted by the event that had destroyed it. The comment, though, gets a nod. “Answers would be ideal, and if it was meant to be here… Well, seems like something that should be found.” This was outside his usual realm of mystery though, this was new territory. “Were there any traces of mana or a signature energy connected to it found in the academy when it returned?” He only asked because had some alchemic compounds to detect traces of magical energy, which tended to be where he started when looking for something.
More powerful mages mocked the method, but it often proved useful.
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"Maybe it doesn't want to be found. If it's sentient, which it sounds like it is, maybe...I don't know. Maybe it wanted to be free." Because Melloi was on to something with the cycle idea, and maybe it hadn't had a choice in the matter.
He shook his head. "None that I could see, but then again, the Academy was a center of magical study. Who even knows what was it and what was some other experiment over the centuries?"
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Sentient… Waver runs a hand through his hair, mussing it some as he pondered over that potential complication. A sentient magic… The minute you had something that had thoughts and feelings of its own, and desires, it meant unpredictability. “If that’s the case? Depending on the unknowns concerning its existence, and its treatment, then it very well may have wanted a way out...” But cycles weren’t exactly something that could be stopped easily, sometimes they were necessary… Or the magic needed to be carefully dismantled in his experience.
He let out a breath, not quite a sigh, but something to accompany the nod of understanding as Harry continued. “And on that note, would I be correct to guess that records of the experiments and studies being conducted did not survive what happened?” Not having a reference, or a means to narrow things down definitely made it quite the challenge… But the young Lord had gotten interested now, between the concern and the overall intrigue behind the situation.
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That, of course, didn't mean it didn't exist, only that it was either misplaced or hidden, and that would mean there was someone around who still knew better than to let people see it. It implied motive.
"You know, the contact at the Academy mentioned her mentor was the one who did the experiments, but she's never given us a name."
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“That so…?” His fingers stopped tapping on the table and he folded his arms with a curious hum. “Then if the records exist, her mentor would probably have been the one to have secured them if they did. Wonder why she hasn’t given a name, though…” That seemed like an important detail, though perhaps she didn’t remember. It also was not weird for magi to protect themselves and their secrets with a little memory loss. Pain in the ass that it was for everyone else when it blew up in their faces, if what had happened with Touko Aozaki was any indication. It was enough to make the man rub his temple slightly.