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blackmagus) wrote in ataraxion2014-10-22 05:03 pm
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[Fortescue is used to losing a little time here and there. That's the life of someone who drinks heavily. But coming back to herself in a part of the ship she's never been in? While sober? That's different. She's about to chalk it off to the ache in her healing right knee that's been bothering her — maybe she's back to the woozy part of her injury — but then she spots something that doesn't really fit the decor of the ship. Something painted, angry and red, and she decides to get back to a part of the ship she recognizes.
A bar, more specifically. Because suddenly she really, really needs a drink. And to sit down, because her knee is back to shooting pains up her leg. She downs half of the drink quickly — barely paying attention to what it is — before she pulls her comm out. Jazz is spends the time prowling the bar, the slim black cat stopping occasionally to sniff interesting objects.]
So who's the madcap artist having a bit of fun?
[It had been interesting. She'll give it that.]
While this place could use some livening up, I'm not sure that disturbing painting really sends off the right vibes. Much like those smiley faces.
A bar, more specifically. Because suddenly she really, really needs a drink. And to sit down, because her knee is back to shooting pains up her leg. She downs half of the drink quickly — barely paying attention to what it is — before she pulls her comm out. Jazz is spends the time prowling the bar, the slim black cat stopping occasionally to sniff interesting objects.]
So who's the madcap artist having a bit of fun?
[It had been interesting. She'll give it that.]
While this place could use some livening up, I'm not sure that disturbing painting really sends off the right vibes. Much like those smiley faces.
text; -> action??? super late action??? or we can handwave whatever works!!
[Which is, actually, true, doggishness and all. And in twenty minutes time (more or less, with added time for casual lateness), Sirius can be found wandering along the corridor, his hands in his pockets, whistling aimlessly and looking, idly, for a black cat. Who is probably accompanying the person he was texting and not actually doing the texting itself but then again, any decent wizard wouldn't necessarily rule out texting a cat.]
super late action works for moi c:
He is, however, perched on Fortescue's right shoulder like a fuzzy parrot, as she steps off the lift and looks to either side of her. She doesn't know what to look for, exactly. Maybe some googly eyes in a person's hand?
Given the fact that she's the marker, with the cat, she mentally shrugs a little and then decides to do a bit of wandering down the corridor.]
awesomeeee
Sirius is considering one of the doors in the corridor (Sally's door, actually), sizing it up as a potential canvas for drawing a glowy rune, just for fun. And then, stepping off the lift, way at the other end of the corridor: black cat, with a fit woman who was likely the one doing the texting.
Got it. Sirius drops his wand arm and shrugs his hands into his pocket, and takes the rest of the corridor at a stroll as he wanders over to meet her.]
Googly eyes?
[Not much in way of greeting, but certainly bound to get attention.]
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I'm afraid mine aren't very googly, but I've heard tell that there are some hanging about. Or will be.
[Jazz blinks curiously at Sirius, staying where he is.]
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Hovering, maybe. But probably not hanging. You've got nice eyes, I'm glad no one's googled 'em for you.
[When he pulls his hands out of his pocket, he's got his wand held in his right hand, and he twitches it toward her like he's scratching at something in midair.]
I dunno that I can do the sort that come pre-sticky, you might have to work out how to stick 'em on for yourself. But you seem clever, so I s'ppose you can manage. [In his other hand, he's got a rather large button, like one snipped off of an overcoat, and he holds it out to her.] This is for you.
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[She accepts the button with a curious raise of her brow, her eyes mostly on Sirius' wand. Fortescue's seen stories in elven fairy tales about this sort of thing, but she's wondering if that's... what she thinks it is.]
There has to be some form of adhesive on this ship, or it's in trouble. More than it already is, anyway.
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[--He says, as he squints down at the button in the palm of her hand, with a critical eye--first from one angle, and then another. After a moment of this close consideration, he raises his wand, somewhat thoughtfully. And he grins, and darts a quick look up at her.]
I like it. Leaves room for action.
[And then he taps his wand against the button, with a murmured word. Latin, of course, too mumbled to make out properly--and it presently will no longer matter what he's said, because the button is expanding upwards, puffing up as if it is filling with air, swelling until it's about the shape of a disgusting boil.
Sirius gives it another poke, and silently, the whole thing goes translucent. Now it's like she's holding an overlarge snowglobe.]
Good start, yeah?
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Quite good.
[She raises a brow curiously.]
Have you made one of these before?
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[He taps it again, right in the dead center of the bulgey bit. It quivers, once, like a gelatin, and then a black dot begins to well up in the center. Clearly, this is the googled pupil of the googly eye.]
And I've only ever seen the googly eyes in muggle shops. Wizards haven't caught on to the trend yet, we still google our eyes by hand. But it's not exactly hard to work out, is it. Especially not as a favour to you.
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[Fortescue's mostly joking. She's heard all kinds of stories about memory troubles. But hey, if one did remember, googly eyes would be a fun trend to be responsible for, right?]
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[The pupil has, by now, swelled to fit the comically large bill, and Sirius gives the eye another tap. There's a blorp; the surface quivers, and then solidifies, all at once.]
Ta-daaaah, as the muggle magicians say. One comically large comically googly eye. For you.
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[Fortescue's tone only holds curiosity.]
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[The easy way that she asks that sort of suggests that she's no stranger to magic herself, so--]
How's it work where you're from, then?
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Wordless and wandless, although some people do get a bit dramatic with the former. But words aren't necessary for any magic.
[Mostly young children, reveling in their newfound abilities.]
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That's brilliant.
[And either widens her repitoire, or limits it, but. There's time enough to ask questions like that. All the time in the world--or, really, in space.]
So what do they call you, where you're from? That's a question of name and type and title, all in one. For instance-- [He touches a hand to his chest. His hand is not on fire, so it's very safe.] Sirius Black. Wizard. No title.
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Fortescue. Warlock and magus. No title.
[None that bears mentioning. And no first name is mentioned, either, on account of her dislike of it.
She extinguishes her flames, which vanish without a puff of smoke.]
The fire is a warlock thing. I'm not as good a warlock as I am a magus, but it has its uses.
sorry i'm so late!!
So there's just a little hitch to his eyebrows, just slightly impressed.]
Really? You look all right to me. [Magic, and otherwise.] So what's being a magus mean?
<3
[Fortescue shrugs. Technically, it's damaging even if you take the only precaution currently known. But it's worth it. It's saved her life more times than she can count.]
My specialty within it means that I can utilize shadows.
[She closes her hand around the googly eye, turning it slightly, and the corridor seems to brighten a little as all the shadows around them -- even their shadows -- move to form a ball on the floor next to them.]
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But. if it was really Dark magic, if she was really some Dark witch--she wouldn't just come right out and say it, would she? Or would she.
Anyways, it doesn't matter, because then she moves all of the bloody shadows in the room, draws them down into one concentrated little spot, and Sirius is so caught off-guard that he laughs.]
Well, that's something. What d'you usually use that for, besides as a party trick?
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[Or slam it against people and take them out of a fight, but Fortescue is keeping that very firmly out of the conversation. Much like the reason why Blood Magic has its name. It isn't that it uses blood, but that, long ago, humans had thought it infected blood. Now, magi know that it actually infects and hurts the soul.
But Soul Magic just makes it sound like that musical craze. Too bad anytime someone proposes changing the name, everyone else has a conniption that reminds the world that 'Blood Magic' is still very much hated. Even though it's only, arguably, misunderstood -- largely in thanks to how those masses treat it.]
It's not quite as versatile as creating a googly eye.
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You could do a shadowy googly eye.
[He closes his fist, indicating--presumably--shadows all balling up into a single shape.]
Like the dark twin of the regular googly eye. You can really move things, with shadows alone? Like--shove into them, or when you move their shadow, they move as well, that sort of thing.
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[She holds up her hand again, balling it into a fist, and Sirius' shadow -- along with the rest of the shadows in the room -- is sucked into the ball of shadow she's manipulating. Then, closing one eye in concentration, she forms the ball into the shape of a hand, which gives Sirius' leg a gentle poke. The sensation is like being tapped by a cold lump of plastic.
It's actually quite a bit easier to do things like swipe someone off of their feet. Gentleness involves practice, and finesse.]
That. No puppeteering. Moving people remotely is another brand of magic entirely.
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It's not exactly a subtle movement, the shift of all of those shadows, screwing down into one single shape--and then that tap, very live and very real. And it's a good thing that it's all so demonstrative, because otherwise it would have been downright surprising. As it is, Sirius just laughs, a little startled--but amused!--and shifts his leg away from the shadow-hand, almost like he's playing with it.]
Merlin-- [He's weirded out, but only mildly. Wizards can take a great deal into stride, and he looks around at her again with a grin.] That's great. You could drive people mental.
[In a prank way, he means, though of course the more serious option is possible. But why talk about that!]
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Mental?
[This magic is so taboo (and illegal) back home that no one would be suicidal enough to prank someone with it.]
Do tell.
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[And here we go, this is what he's good at. Pranks. He grins at the shadow-cat, as it makes its rounds. Despite his doggishness, he really does like cats, and he holds a hand down low, to see if it will do any cat-like things.]
These are just off the top of my head, right--no real refined thoughts--but, say you're sat in a particularly boring meeting. Bloke across from you is taking really fervent notes. You hate him--just a little! But enough so that messing with his notes would be satisfying. So you snatch the parchment right out from under his hand, via shadows. He looks around, but no one's done any magic. Maybe you aren't even looking at him. He picks up the parchment--you do it again. Or there's shadows being used to shut doors on people, so they think they're cursed never to leave a room. Door opens for everyone but them. Or, shadows poking someone in the back of the head as they're walking along an otherwise deserted corridor.
Very basic. Give me time, I'll come up with far more complex ones.
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