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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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"What kind of things do you need for a magic workshop?" They weren't necessarily normal things, he knew that, but his friends and he might be able to procure some of them. Knowing he also did study here was helpful in its own right. If he or the others ever stumbled upon anything strange out there, they had a place to bring it.
He nodded, though, as he aligned the wedge-shaped tool into the slight gap between the woodwork and the latch, pulling a small mallet out as well. He was strong enough, with the help of Arsene, to force the lock without another tool to add force but this new guy didn't need to know that. A few strong whacks and a deft pull and the door wrenched free with the loud crack of wood.
So he'd damaged the jam. Oops?
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There were some things, though, that one might not find so easily. “Some materials are a little more complicated to get one’s hands on, of course. Some spells might call for bones or blood from specific creatures, along with other things not so easily sourced.” He knew a certain leather clad mercenary who tended to collect those of a human nature for his magecraft given he was a necromancer. “Though my own craft doesn’t tend to slip into that territory.” Frankly, he wasn’t willing to deal with chickens again outside a summoning ritual for the next grail war. They were menaces to deal with, both before and during the ritual.
Standing by, he watched as Ren worked on the door. The telling crack of the wood made him wince slightly… “Well, at least it’s open now.” He commented dryly, finally moving forward to peer inside. But at least the door was open, and he was going to need to get the door replace anyway, so the jam could be replaced at the same time. Well, provided the building was suitable to his needs, but the main thing was they could actually look at it now. “Thanks. This saves me a considerable amount of time and another long walk.”
It was dark, considering the grim still covering the windows. But he could make out some things within the shadows. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his lighter to offer some dim lighting. Sure, he could call up light with his magic, but that was a waste of mana that he tended to reserve for situations where it was more a necessity than a convenience.
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He nodded. "I can help fetch things, if you need me to." It might have sounded strange, but there was a good reason. As a child, he didn't really have much of a need for a job, at least not yet, but it would also give him the opportunity to explore more places here, without looking strange being there. An errand was a good alibi.
He looked toward the open entrance, nose wrinkling slightly at the musty gloom beyond, as the air was disturbed for the first time in a long while. Dust motes floated lazily in the air and he couldn't deny he was curious about what lay inside.
"Should I leave you alone with your new place?"
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Waver almost missed the offer in his concentration on the space, given that magic took more effort for him than it did for others, and he was trying to get an idea if the place would do. But once it connects, he cast a glance over his shoulder. Hist initial instinct was to say no, he didn’t need anyone in and out of here when the point was getting some peace and quiet while he worked… But practicality said yes, especially given his apprentice wasn’t here to run such errands for him. “I don’t have much in the way of funds to pay for assistance yet…” Which seemed obvious enough, perhaps… But the question remained, was there something the young man was after for having offered further help? The prior slip in the teen’s words coming to mind. “But perhaps we could come to an arrangement.”
And, well, it was in his nature to keep an eye out for weird kids between his students and those he ran into during his cases. It would be irresponsible as a professor to potentially neglect one that might need help in this messed up place.
Though if he were being honest, a lot of the time they were stepping in to help him out.The question prompted him to look around. It was a dump, and it was going to need a lot of work… But he nodded. It was definitely what he was looking for. Between the long tavern countertop he could use as a workstation and the space that there would be for other furnishings? It would do just fine once he got through the nuisance of tidying it up. “Yes, I believe I have my work cut out for me with the cleanup… So it will be at least a few days or more before I’ll be ready to start anything.” So their arrangement could be worked out then, given them both time to think about terms.
That said, he needed to know who he’d be contacting when the time came. “What’s your name anyway, so I can find you on the phone contact list?”
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He pulled out his communicator to enter his new acquaintance's information as well. "Ren." He was reminded of all the times he'd done something similar in Tokyo, and how it had always proven to be somehow beneficial to the Thieves somehow.
"What about you?"
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And at least if the kid was getting from him, he could keep an eye out for trouble and deal with it accordingly. If he was dealing with another Flat, then he could re-evaluate the situation before it got out of hand. If he was dealing with someone more like Caules or Gray? Well, it might not go so poorly. Either way, he might even be able to teach the teen a thing or two… Or figure out what his deal was, at least.
Checking for the name on the list, he located Ren’s contact and added it to the list of people he would be agreeable to reaching out to when necessary. It was a small list, as yet. The question gets his usual casual response. “I’m on the contact list as Lord El-Melloi II.” He responded, not caring about the lordship so much as the annoying habit people had of leaving ‘the second’ off. Considering the mouthful that the name was though, and Ren’s age, he does at least... offer something else. “But if you would find it easier, you could also simply call me Professor, as many do given it’s my proper job.”
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He saved the contact himself, nodding afterward and sliding his communicator away into his bag. "Well, I'll leave you to checking the place out. Text me if you need anywhere else broken into." He smiled, like it was a joke.
"Good luck, Professor."
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Looking around the space again, he supposed it was about time he figured out what needed doing around here. To clean it up enough to make it usable, to figure out how to get ride of what wasn’t needed… So he offered Ren a raised brow at the joking offer, the huff that escaped more amused than anything. “Thank you, Ren.” He added in response to the luck, pulling back his hair to tie it out of his face as he got started.
Then, over his shoulder, he cast a glance. “Careful not to run into any trouble on the way back. Plenty of shifty people around these parts.” He added with a tone too serious to actually be serious, knowing full well that he rather counted as one such person. The professor had a feeling he’d be seeing more of the teen around, and admittedly, he was curious about what the arrangement would come to when the time came.
But for now, he needed to get the place in shape… So he let Ren go at that, picking his way through the dusty tavern with a focused mumble to himself.