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Open Catch-alls for September
Who; Lord El-Melloi II and anyone!
What; Open catch-alls for September
Where; The Historium, The Magic Academy, and the Harbor District
When; All through September
Warnings; None but 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 am also open to writing personalized starters if anyone wants one. I can match action brackets if that's preferred, this is just my default setting lol. I would love to get this guy some more CR. I can be reached at this journal or on discord @ WhimsicalSpook#8219
So this is the academy? - The Magic Academy - OTA
Lord El-Melloi II (or Waver Velvet to some) had finally made his way to the academy for a look around. He’d gathered up a lot of base materials needed for demonstrations and projects that he tended to use as introductions to magic. It sounded like there might at least a few people who were new to these things, and he wasn’t unused to that. Aside from the 'problem students' he attracted at the Clock Tower? His department tended to be where the new, younger mage families gravitated, given he didn’t view them the way that other old-fashioned departments did.
And, recalling one Flat Escardos, sometimes even the experienced student did silly things or forgot basic knowledge.
So the tall mage had a rather bulky bag hanging over his shoulder as he strode through the halls with purpose. Well… Weary purpose, he wasn’t suited for carrying heavy things long distance, really. So the trek to the Academy and through its halls was a bit taxing on the man.
His keen olive green eyes had begun to take in the building, looking around and vaguely wondering what the place had been like before the disaster… Supposedly this was an important fixture at one point in time, if the townsfolk and what those he’d met since arriving had said was to be believed. Right now, he could at least appreciate the work that had been done to start to clean the place up already and see the potential in it.
Waver supposed he could have asked Illyana to show him around, but he didn’t doubt he’d bump into her or someone else at some point. For now, he just wanted to wander and get a feel for the academy on his own, ducking his head into doorways to get a look at the various rooms as he searched for where the lecture halls might be. He hoped to find a room that was suitable for a few students with room to grow, and a place to store the supplies he’d gathered.
And just as he thought he would, eventually he opened a door and stumbled across a person who happened to be around. “Pardon my intrusion.” He commented politely in a lightly British accent, torn between closing the door again and actually making an attempt at being social. The latter winning out, if only because he should probably get to know the people who might be here regularly. “I was just getting a look around.” He added with a nod in greeting.
Lost Among The Shelves - The Historium - OTA
While Waver Velvet had grown and changed quite a bit over the course of nearly ten years… Some things would never change. He had a particular thirst for knowledge and the written word that often had to be ignored in favour of his recent responsibilities in life. Reserved for small lengths of time during quiet afternoons, post-lectures or evenings in after a case solved.
Here, however, the young Lord had very few responsibilities outside those he had begun to take upon himself. He was more of a free agent here than he had been used to more recently, but he was also in desperate need of a distraction from thoughts of the life he needed to get back to and what he’d left behind that needed his attention…
So the Historium was becoming a favoured haunt once he found his way to it. The tall shelves and haphazard organization were a challenge, but one he was more familiar with as he picked at books and tomes at random to slip on top of a pile in his arms. Today, he was wearing something less rumpled than the clothing he’d had when he arrived. A dark brown coat with an oxblood red scarf draped over the lapels and a black dress shirt and pants, with a grey cravat in place of a tie.
For someone with very low physical abilities and muscle, he was seen to gather rather impressive piles as he wandered. Ignoring the strain on his arms and the almost teetering height of them as he carried his selections back to set on an empty table he’d chosen. Comfortable to sit at and hunch over the pages, slender fingers tracing over the words as he devoured each book.
Then it was back for another wander, finding his next targets… One could ask if he had a particular area of interest, but really he seemed to be pulling from one thing to another rather quickly. Even sliding in some novels here and there, detective novels being his preference, and stories about knights or kings and their quests or battles following close behind.
Eventually, the man was quite diminished by the surrounding piles, looking less like the tall, imposing professor that he was and more like the small, naïve young man he used to be. More Waver than El-Melloi II. It was going to be a pain to put everything back whenever he did decide to leave, but that wouldn’t be anytime soon. He wasn’t keen to return to the Red Building, and he was quite comfortable to enjoy this rare indulgence.
It’s run down. It looks like it’s going to collapse. It’s perfect. - Harbor District - OTA
Perhaps someone who went by a title such as he did should be wandering the noble district for a nice space to set up his mage workshop. Or even one of the nicer parts of the market… but that really wasn’t who he was. He was a temporary Lord meant to keep the seat warm for someone else once they were old enough to take their rightful place at the head of the El-Melloi family. It had just been slightly amusing, perhaps, for Reines to see the man who caused Kayneth so much trouble filling the role. Especially given he was a third generation third rate, to have him sitting at the table with the likes of the other Lords was somewhat hilarious.
He had refused to live at the family estate, between wanting to maintain some semblance of freedom and the idea of living in the same house that Kayneth once had, gave him indigestion. Plus… Being easy access for Reine’s teasing would probably age him faster. He had begun to care for his adoptive younger sister, but she still grated on his nerves at times.
Ruffling his feathers was her favourite sport, after all.
His preferences to avoid reminders of some places or people aside, there was something to be said for an uninviting space when you were more or less a social hermit by nature. Harry Dresden had warned him that the harbor district was dangerous, yes, but that also meant he wouldn’t be as likely to be pestered by locals for things that most tended to assume mages were good for. He could conduct magical experiments and research in peace, with only a bounded field to ward off the more brave and a dilapidated appearance to keep the faint of heart from approaching.
For those few anomalies in between...? Well, in exchange for peace and security he might consider mixing some compounds and potions for payment or assisting with some light magecraft if needed. As long as their request wasn't too much of a pain in his ass or above his skill level.
He had finally happened upon an old stonework building that might have been a small tavern at one time by the looks of the faded sign hanging on by one link and swinging faintly in the breeze coming in from the docks. The bricks were crumbling in places, and there was some stubborn plant life splitting the walls in other places as it fought to keep a hold. The windows were caked with dust and dirt, which unfortunately kept him from seeing the inside without going in… But even that was a selling feature. If he couldn’t see in, then no one else could. “Perfect…” He mumbled, nodding his head slightly as he moved to the door, tilting his head as he found the doorknob was stuck, rusted shut.
Well, that wasn’t too much of a problem. Breaking in would be easy enough with a little patience... He’d have to replace the doorknob, anyway. Then he frowned lightly. Glancing over his shoulder, he offered a tired sigh. “If you’re looking to rob me, you should know I have very little of value on me at the moment.”
What; Open catch-alls for September
Where; The Historium, The Magic Academy, and the Harbor District
When; All through September
Warnings; None but 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 am also open to writing personalized starters if anyone wants one. I can match action brackets if that's preferred, this is just my default setting lol. I would love to get this guy some more CR. I can be reached at this journal or on discord @ WhimsicalSpook#8219
So this is the academy? - The Magic Academy - OTA
Lord El-Melloi II (or Waver Velvet to some) had finally made his way to the academy for a look around. He’d gathered up a lot of base materials needed for demonstrations and projects that he tended to use as introductions to magic. It sounded like there might at least a few people who were new to these things, and he wasn’t unused to that. Aside from the 'problem students' he attracted at the Clock Tower? His department tended to be where the new, younger mage families gravitated, given he didn’t view them the way that other old-fashioned departments did.
And, recalling one Flat Escardos, sometimes even the experienced student did silly things or forgot basic knowledge.
So the tall mage had a rather bulky bag hanging over his shoulder as he strode through the halls with purpose. Well… Weary purpose, he wasn’t suited for carrying heavy things long distance, really. So the trek to the Academy and through its halls was a bit taxing on the man.
His keen olive green eyes had begun to take in the building, looking around and vaguely wondering what the place had been like before the disaster… Supposedly this was an important fixture at one point in time, if the townsfolk and what those he’d met since arriving had said was to be believed. Right now, he could at least appreciate the work that had been done to start to clean the place up already and see the potential in it.
Waver supposed he could have asked Illyana to show him around, but he didn’t doubt he’d bump into her or someone else at some point. For now, he just wanted to wander and get a feel for the academy on his own, ducking his head into doorways to get a look at the various rooms as he searched for where the lecture halls might be. He hoped to find a room that was suitable for a few students with room to grow, and a place to store the supplies he’d gathered.
And just as he thought he would, eventually he opened a door and stumbled across a person who happened to be around. “Pardon my intrusion.” He commented politely in a lightly British accent, torn between closing the door again and actually making an attempt at being social. The latter winning out, if only because he should probably get to know the people who might be here regularly. “I was just getting a look around.” He added with a nod in greeting.
Lost Among The Shelves - The Historium - OTA
While Waver Velvet had grown and changed quite a bit over the course of nearly ten years… Some things would never change. He had a particular thirst for knowledge and the written word that often had to be ignored in favour of his recent responsibilities in life. Reserved for small lengths of time during quiet afternoons, post-lectures or evenings in after a case solved.
Here, however, the young Lord had very few responsibilities outside those he had begun to take upon himself. He was more of a free agent here than he had been used to more recently, but he was also in desperate need of a distraction from thoughts of the life he needed to get back to and what he’d left behind that needed his attention…
So the Historium was becoming a favoured haunt once he found his way to it. The tall shelves and haphazard organization were a challenge, but one he was more familiar with as he picked at books and tomes at random to slip on top of a pile in his arms. Today, he was wearing something less rumpled than the clothing he’d had when he arrived. A dark brown coat with an oxblood red scarf draped over the lapels and a black dress shirt and pants, with a grey cravat in place of a tie.
For someone with very low physical abilities and muscle, he was seen to gather rather impressive piles as he wandered. Ignoring the strain on his arms and the almost teetering height of them as he carried his selections back to set on an empty table he’d chosen. Comfortable to sit at and hunch over the pages, slender fingers tracing over the words as he devoured each book.
Then it was back for another wander, finding his next targets… One could ask if he had a particular area of interest, but really he seemed to be pulling from one thing to another rather quickly. Even sliding in some novels here and there, detective novels being his preference, and stories about knights or kings and their quests or battles following close behind.
Eventually, the man was quite diminished by the surrounding piles, looking less like the tall, imposing professor that he was and more like the small, naïve young man he used to be. More Waver than El-Melloi II. It was going to be a pain to put everything back whenever he did decide to leave, but that wouldn’t be anytime soon. He wasn’t keen to return to the Red Building, and he was quite comfortable to enjoy this rare indulgence.
It’s run down. It looks like it’s going to collapse. It’s perfect. - Harbor District - OTA
Perhaps someone who went by a title such as he did should be wandering the noble district for a nice space to set up his mage workshop. Or even one of the nicer parts of the market… but that really wasn’t who he was. He was a temporary Lord meant to keep the seat warm for someone else once they were old enough to take their rightful place at the head of the El-Melloi family. It had just been slightly amusing, perhaps, for Reines to see the man who caused Kayneth so much trouble filling the role. Especially given he was a third generation third rate, to have him sitting at the table with the likes of the other Lords was somewhat hilarious.
He had refused to live at the family estate, between wanting to maintain some semblance of freedom and the idea of living in the same house that Kayneth once had, gave him indigestion. Plus… Being easy access for Reine’s teasing would probably age him faster. He had begun to care for his adoptive younger sister, but she still grated on his nerves at times.
Ruffling his feathers was her favourite sport, after all.
His preferences to avoid reminders of some places or people aside, there was something to be said for an uninviting space when you were more or less a social hermit by nature. Harry Dresden had warned him that the harbor district was dangerous, yes, but that also meant he wouldn’t be as likely to be pestered by locals for things that most tended to assume mages were good for. He could conduct magical experiments and research in peace, with only a bounded field to ward off the more brave and a dilapidated appearance to keep the faint of heart from approaching.
For those few anomalies in between...? Well, in exchange for peace and security he might consider mixing some compounds and potions for payment or assisting with some light magecraft if needed. As long as their request wasn't too much of a pain in his ass or above his skill level.
He had finally happened upon an old stonework building that might have been a small tavern at one time by the looks of the faded sign hanging on by one link and swinging faintly in the breeze coming in from the docks. The bricks were crumbling in places, and there was some stubborn plant life splitting the walls in other places as it fought to keep a hold. The windows were caked with dust and dirt, which unfortunately kept him from seeing the inside without going in… But even that was a selling feature. If he couldn’t see in, then no one else could. “Perfect…” He mumbled, nodding his head slightly as he moved to the door, tilting his head as he found the doorknob was stuck, rusted shut.
Well, that wasn’t too much of a problem. Breaking in would be easy enough with a little patience... He’d have to replace the doorknob, anyway. Then he frowned lightly. Glancing over his shoulder, he offered a tired sigh. “If you’re looking to rob me, you should know I have very little of value on me at the moment.”
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“There’s one or two in every class, isn’t there?” He responded with a shake of his head, wondering about Arthur’s experience. Flat was a powerhouse, brimming with mana and potential… An affinity for chaos magic to begin with, and so very clever… Too clever for his own good, sometimes. But he had about as much common sense as a goldfish and the personality of a golden retriever puppy (which was ironic since Svin was the one with bestial magic). Thus, Waver wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could graduate Flat out of his class with his conscience intact. Sending the boy out into the world with the way mage society was before he grew up a bit seemed irresponsible… And he damned well didn’t want to see anything bad happen to his kids if it was in his power.
The offer is met with one of the young Lord’s rare smiles, brief and fleeting, before it was gone. “Thank you. I wouldn’t mind a moment to sit before I go looking around again. The walk here from the city was longer than I expected.” He responded, all but collapsing in a chair with about as much grace as a marionette that had its strings cut. He really had been running low on stamina again, what with walking the whole way and lugging his bag around. He could almost hear Reines teasing him in his head for it, for all that she was a damn world away now… But it prompted him to at least sit up straight with the posture that spoke of his temporary title as if to prove a point to her or himself.
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He smiled at the quesstion and shook his head. "I've yet to have a full class, but I do suppose that is to be expected." America's little cherub face flashed in his mind which turned into a sigh at himself. But when the man sat down, England did notice the slight smile which disappeared as quickly as it had shown.
That put a little spring in his step, to know that even here in a strange world he still possessed the ability to make someone smile. That was worth quite a bit in his eyes. He finished the desk he was working on, and then went outside of the room to go dispose of it and thoroughly wash his hands.
When Arthur came back, he put the new bucket of hot soapy water down. "Can I interest you in a cup of tea? I've brought some along with some blueberry scones and cream that I don't mind sharing."
Fortunately he didn't make them.
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“That so…?” He looked up from his seat with interest. So Arthur was a newer teacher, huh? That was going to be an experience for the man, certainly. He still remembered his early days, ten years prior walking into the clock tower and giving his first lecture… “Well, with any luck, there will be a full class here when it opens.” With even more luck, Waver mused, they wouldn’t have to offer extra credit to whoever can stop a more over-eager, rowdy student from causing property damage. The amount of times the El-Melloi class had been in a disarray was not small.
When Arthur left the room to clean up a bit, the man took a few minutes to soak in the silence and recharge somewhat. Sitting was definitely helping, though, as was not being weighed down by his bag. Given how much work Arthur had put into cleaning up this room, he had a feeling he was going to need all the energy he could muster when it came time to tackle his own.
But then his fellow professor was back with another bucket of fresh water and an offer that sounded very good right about now. If Arthur really didn’t mind sharing, he wasn’t going to turn down a cup of tea. His morning tea had been hours ago now, and he could use the caffeine boost. “That’s kind of you to offer. Thank you.”
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"Yes, although I do hope to have a full class, although I am wondering if there is a test or anything of that sort to make sure whoever walks in the door knows what they're in for." This was him worrying slightly of course because he wasn't sure a non magical person would be ready for it, even if they should more than be fully aware of the nature of their learning simply by attending.
Arthur gave a smile as he walked back out of the room and had thoroughly washed his hands again. He had Earl Grey tea and was quick to make sure he gave his company a good helping of the blueberry scones and clotted cream too. After he set those down, he reached into his bag and produced blueberry jam and set that near the scones with a clean spoon and a few fresh napkins.
The gratitude was refreshing. "You're quite welcome, do enjoy."
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The professor wasn’t unused to those new to magic. Aside from his ‘problem students,’ his department was a hub for those who didn’t come from families steeped in tradition and were new to the idea. “That is a good point, though I believe we might find actual testing prior to their joining us tricky in this case given how the systems of magic seem to vary from one world to the next… But I usually offer open lectures for my beginner classes once or twice a month, that way potential students sit in and get a feel for both my methods and what they might be facing…” He hummed lightly, leaning back in his seat. There were also the students with specialized magics already to consider. They often needed more specific attention aside from the general classes.
The first sip of tea gets a satisfied sigh. That was just what he’d needed. There was nothing like a nice cup of tea to liven you up… As much as he ever did, anyway. “It’s good, better than the slap-dash cup I had before I left.” He complemented quietly. He did enjoy the scones as well, of course, though his appetite bordered on smaller compared to some. Only increasing when he’d overdone it with his meagre magic and his reserves needed replenishing. He had a chronic stomach condition that would undoubtedly be a problem once the medication from the botany department ran out.
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He'd just have to wait and see. So he busied himself with his own small stash of scones and tea and sat down in a chair. This was a good break and it would give him the energy he would need to finish cleaning the rest of the room.
"Why thank you." Arthur replied, with a smile on his face as he got to the business of enjoying his own cup of tea. And he didn't even want to know what a slap dash cup was because that was something he would never be interested in.
"Tea will be something I will always have in my classroom."
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“I see. That’s not a bad idea. With how it’s a little further from the city, it would be convenient to keep some things here.” He commented lightly, taking a small bite of scone. “Especially in the event that one is kept here longer than anticipated.” The young Lord was going to need to take that into consideration… He didn’t have his apprentice around to remind him of things, or to nip out to get something from a corner store for him.
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These plans made him think that he might need to stash more than simply tea unless there happened to be electricity in the building which he thought there might be. And if that was the case, perhaps he would find a small refrigerator or twenty throughout the building due to how big it was.
If not, he could always bring things for the day or find a small refrigerator to purchase.
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Although, Waver also just tended to lose track of time in his own research once students left for the day and end up spending the night either propped up in his desk chair or on the sofa in his office. So his thoughts on keeping necessities here were also taking that into consideration, to avoid looking dishevelled for the next morning’s class and making sure he had some caffeine in him.
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Not that he'd ever admit to it, but he's used to having so many people needing him for any number of things. Or people irritating him by a simple phone call or a visit. Here he has none of that. So throwing himself into work would be perfect in his opinion.
Heck, he even planned on spending time at the local tavern to do classwork just so he didn't have to go home.
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Arthur seemed contemplative at this point, however, and so the professor supposed he’d given him some food for thought in return for the tea and snack. It might be best to resume his own explorations to find a classroom of his own and let the other take things into consideration while he cleaned.
His own tea was finished, and he didn’t have the appetite for a second scone, so he carefully shouldered his bag of class supplies again. “I should let you get back to your afternoon, though, and resume my search for a space.” He commented, not wanting to interrupt the other’s thoughts much more. “But thank you again for the tea… And should you need someone to talk about all this, you can give me a call.” He added, figuring it was probably decent to offer a new teacher some assistance if needed, in his own awkward way.
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England figured that he might get a student or two that might need more lessons than the ones in class due to the complexity of spell work. And then of course theory might prove to be a thing. America would probably be in the remedial magic classes, not that the other nation ever showed any interest in the subject.
Once his fellow professor grabbed his bag, Arthur stood. Break time was over he supposed, but it was pleasant enough because it had given him a bit of rest. "You're quite welcome, and I hope you find a suitable classroom." And that shouldn't be hard given the selection available.
He smiled, enjoying the pleasantness he was unexpectedly on the receiving end of. "I will do so should I have any concerns and I thank you for the company and offer of assistance."
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The thanks get a slight incline of his head as he responded. “Don’t mention it. I’m sure that I’ll be seeing you around.” Finally, he passed through the door and disappearing down the hall in search of his own classroom to start cleaning and setting up.