[ He's living the dream, Kate. He's gonna be a weird talking magic man. ]
The process will begin in mere moments.
[ He gives her a little longer than is strictly necessary to prepare for the conjuring, about 30 seconds of wait. Because people seem to prefer that to instant teleportation. A mist flows up from around her feet until she's enveloped entirely, unable to see a thing. Just as quick as it comes, it goes and ta-dah! She's in his Earthly sanctuary. He still stands close, one arm out to catch her should she fall. Some people get a little disorientated.
The place itself is fancy as all get out. It's not overly fanciful, aside from the fact some antiques are clearly magical items. Still, it has class enough to be considered a parlour or drawing room instead of a living room like a sensible person would have. There's a chandelier. Probably nothing in it is less than a century old. And Sam could tell you each item's history in excruciating detail.
He pretends he got the place because it screams 'wizard from times gone past', but he's also an antique's nerd. ]
Welcome to my refuge. I hope the trip was a smooth one?
( absolutely ridiculous. but she's the one who still talks to him, so how ridiculous can she find it really?
she has just enough time to slip into her shoes before it begins, far more mystical and interesting than the kinds of powers she finds among military personnel, and not for the first time, she finds herself wondering why the only thing she got out of taking that damn pill was the ability to feel the sensation of power welling up inside of someone. or around herself, in this case.
and it does leave her dizzy, but pride and training dictate that she can't allow herself to stumble when she arrives, even hungover. even with her head throbbing at the whole trip.
still. better than the train. and espresso eyes cast a glance around the place, ultimately unsurprised at all the fineries on display. of course it would be as extra as he is, how could she be surprised by that?
... must be a bitch to insure, though. )
Smooth as it can be. ( she imagines. ) What's this place called, anyway?
( or is he just making things up to get her in his place? )
[ Mostly for insurance he has a small army of snake women and a super warrior who is always eager to stomp people into the dirt. People home invade him constantly, but that's deliberate on his part. Being a cocky and challenging upstart brings all the evil wizards to his yard. He's made it his business to have people pick a fight with him to prevent him from foiling their plans- plans he might not even be aware of if they didn't come looking for him first.
Yes, there are tactile reasons he acts like this. ]
My house.
[ He lets that simple and short answer sit for a moment so she gets a small taste of what it would be like if he spoke like a regular guy, before adding- ]
But others call it the Mystery Manor, an appellation which seems suitable enough that I don't correct them.
[ He looks her over once he's sure she's stable, hands on his hinds. Her generally irritable state of being doesn't make it easy, but he puts two and two together and reaches the conclusion she's probably packing a hangover. Hair of the dog is not too far away, but maybe he can do a little thorn in the lion's paw action. His hand motions are more elaborate than they need to. It's almost like a dance, the way he moves- over the top but mesmerisingly smooth, especially with his rings. ]
Let the sting of mortal poisons fade, added to the multitude of venoms in the vipers of Valtorr.
[ Which is to say he just cast a spell to send her hangover to another dimension. He's done this a couple of times, usually to his surly teammate with the anger problem. ]
( that's... pleasantly simple. and then he goes and ruins it, and she answers it with a fist thumped lightly against his upper arm. so frigging extra about everything.
but one can't deny it works, and she blinks as the worst effects vanish. ah, that's nice. her head doesn't feel like someone's going at her skull with a jackhammer. she breathes a sigh of relief and runs a hand through her hair, and though the lightening of her shoulders and the softening of her expression is slight, it is there. )
... That's better. ( read: thank you. she's got enough to deal with given his powers, she didn't also need a hangover. ) Now I can drink you under the table.
( was that... perhaps, a smirk on her face? and a touch of a joke in her tone? )
[ He chuckles in a way that can only be called delighted when she swats him. That's a sign of affection, hah-hah, if he'd really pissed her off she'd have decked him properly! ]
You can certainly try, if nothing else. [ His smirks rarely go far, but his remains warm and friendly. He rubs the spot she bopped with an exaggerated sense of injury. ] But just remember I can bring it back if you're cruel to me.
[ There is almost no chance in Hell. He's too soft. But he will probably get salty about losing if any sort of actual drinking contest comes up though. ]
( it's true. or worse, there'd be nothing at all. there's still fire behind her actions, a simmering, smouldering heat rather than ice, and a glower is shot his way at the threat before she holds out a hand.
how do they do this travelling thing? she assumes it's like teleportation and involves some amount of physical contact, anyway. )
C'mon. Lead the way.
( because she knows fuck all about travelling worlds. )
[ The handholding is not necessary, but it's also not detrimental, so he takes hold of her hand and gives it an affectionate squeeze. ]
In the name of I, Y the Mystic, I ask the path betwixt worlds to make itself clear- to Vamaorathia!
[ As he speaks, his free hand goes through more of those enthralling hand movements. He does them like that so they look cooler, yes, but also so people don't notice when he's actually hypnotizing them. Works wonders.
In this case, the magic is much more direct. First, a thin flat line forms in the air. It widens from both ends to make a circle, a hazy mist filling it and spilling out. He pulls her through and gravity vanishes past the threshold. It's only a few seconds where their momentum carries them dreamily forward before the mist parts to another circle.
He turns around as they do to face her, smiling all the way. He does it to watch her, show off and most importantly because he's used to swapping from zero gravity to standing. Kate isn't, so she may need him to catch her.
The landing spot seems a neon cityscape, a cyberpunk Blade Runner style thing. The streets are fairly quiet late at night, but there's still some staring at the two unusually sexy people that just emerged from a hole in space right onto the street. ]
( oh, thank everything that he got rid of her hangover first, because she would have definitely thrown up whatever's left in her stomach if he hadn't. the shift is disorienting, and annoying, and leaves her stumbling quite directly into his arms as her body is dragged back to a normal gravity. )
[ It is absolutely unnecessary for Y to catch Kate in a cute bridal carry pose.
But being extra is what he does, man. ]
Yes, the first time is always somewhat a little rocky- but having an experienced partner can get you through easily enough, eh?
[ He keeps her in his arms (he's shockingly strong for a wizard- he can bench 400lbs) and is honestly just excited to see how she'll react. He's mentally flipping a coin on if she'll grouchily demand to be put down or punish him by forcing him to be her beast of burden for the night. ]
( or, perhaps, there's a third option. one which she'll take as soon as she's done glancing down and taking in the fact that he's quite easily caught her out of that fall.
(okay, colour her impressed for once.)
but now that she's had a moment to be impressed... )
That what you tell every girl you pick up?
( her brows raise as her mouth curls into a smirk and she twists a lock of his hair around a finger, tugging at it. okay. she can walk now, we good. )
[ Yeah, he'll call someone 'my dear.' And why not? She is dear to him.
He chuckles deeply when she tugs his hair and gets the message. Just for a laugh, he puts her down like the descent of a dancing lift- first up, change the grip and then delicately onto her feet. ]
Shall we away?
[ He asks it while offering an arm. He clearly would dig walking around arm in arm with someone as hot as Kate. ]
( if he can call her my dear, she can insult him with something almost warm tinging the edge of her speech, settling onto her feet and letting him lead the way.
and maybe, just maybe, agreeing to link arms. obviously only because she knows fuck all about this world, and that's all. )
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just say you think i'm hot.
( she is gonna find a way to drill that Wizard-speak out of you, lad. but more to the point is getting her to his place. )
teleport me. stuck in edinburgh anyway.
( she's not spending hours and fuck knows how much money for a last minute train ticket to London. )
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[ He's living the dream, Kate. He's gonna be a weird talking magic man. ]
The process will begin in mere moments.
[ He gives her a little longer than is strictly necessary to prepare for the conjuring, about 30 seconds of wait. Because people seem to prefer that to instant teleportation. A mist flows up from around her feet until she's enveloped entirely, unable to see a thing. Just as quick as it comes, it goes and ta-dah! She's in his Earthly sanctuary. He still stands close, one arm out to catch her should she fall. Some people get a little disorientated.
The place itself is fancy as all get out. It's not overly fanciful, aside from the fact some antiques are clearly magical items. Still, it has class enough to be considered a parlour or drawing room instead of a living room like a sensible person would have. There's a chandelier. Probably nothing in it is less than a century old. And Sam could tell you each item's history in excruciating detail.
He pretends he got the place because it screams 'wizard from times gone past', but he's also an antique's nerd. ]
Welcome to my refuge. I hope the trip was a smooth one?
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she has just enough time to slip into her shoes before it begins, far more mystical and interesting than the kinds of powers she finds among military personnel, and not for the first time, she finds herself wondering why the only thing she got out of taking that damn pill was the ability to feel the sensation of power welling up inside of someone. or around herself, in this case.
and it does leave her dizzy, but pride and training dictate that she can't allow herself to stumble when she arrives, even hungover. even with her head throbbing at the whole trip.
still. better than the train. and espresso eyes cast a glance around the place, ultimately unsurprised at all the fineries on display. of course it would be as extra as he is, how could she be surprised by that?
... must be a bitch to insure, though. )
Smooth as it can be. ( she imagines. ) What's this place called, anyway?
( or is he just making things up to get her in his place? )
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Yes, there are tactile reasons he acts like this. ]
My house.
[ He lets that simple and short answer sit for a moment so she gets a small taste of what it would be like if he spoke like a regular guy, before adding- ]
But others call it the Mystery Manor, an appellation which seems suitable enough that I don't correct them.
[ He looks her over once he's sure she's stable, hands on his hinds. Her generally irritable state of being doesn't make it easy, but he puts two and two together and reaches the conclusion she's probably packing a hangover. Hair of the dog is not too far away, but maybe he can do a little thorn in the lion's paw action. His hand motions are more elaborate than they need to. It's almost like a dance, the way he moves- over the top but mesmerisingly smooth, especially with his rings. ]
Let the sting of mortal poisons fade, added to the multitude of venoms in the vipers of Valtorr.
[ Which is to say he just cast a spell to send her hangover to another dimension. He's done this a couple of times, usually to his surly teammate with the anger problem. ]
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but one can't deny it works, and she blinks as the worst effects vanish. ah, that's nice. her head doesn't feel like someone's going at her skull with a jackhammer. she breathes a sigh of relief and runs a hand through her hair, and though the lightening of her shoulders and the softening of her expression is slight, it is there. )
... That's better. ( read: thank you. she's got enough to deal with given his powers, she didn't also need a hangover. ) Now I can drink you under the table.
( was that... perhaps, a smirk on her face? and a touch of a joke in her tone? )
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You can certainly try, if nothing else. [ His smirks rarely go far, but his remains warm and friendly. He rubs the spot she bopped with an exaggerated sense of injury. ] But just remember I can bring it back if you're cruel to me.
[ There is almost no chance in Hell. He's too soft. But he will probably get salty about losing if any sort of actual drinking contest comes up though. ]
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how do they do this travelling thing? she assumes it's like teleportation and involves some amount of physical contact, anyway. )
C'mon. Lead the way.
( because she knows fuck all about travelling worlds. )
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In the name of I, Y the Mystic, I ask the path betwixt worlds to make itself clear- to Vamaorathia!
[ As he speaks, his free hand goes through more of those enthralling hand movements. He does them like that so they look cooler, yes, but also so people don't notice when he's actually hypnotizing them. Works wonders.
In this case, the magic is much more direct. First, a thin flat line forms in the air. It widens from both ends to make a circle, a hazy mist filling it and spilling out. He pulls her through and gravity vanishes past the threshold. It's only a few seconds where their momentum carries them dreamily forward before the mist parts to another circle.
He turns around as they do to face her, smiling all the way. He does it to watch her, show off and most importantly because he's used to swapping from zero gravity to standing. Kate isn't, so she may need him to catch her.
The landing spot seems a neon cityscape, a cyberpunk Blade Runner style thing. The streets are fairly quiet late at night, but there's still some staring at the two unusually sexy people that just emerged from a hole in space right onto the street. ]
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Whoa— ( dammit, that was embarassing. )
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But being extra is what he does, man. ]
Yes, the first time is always somewhat a little rocky- but having an experienced partner can get you through easily enough, eh?
[ He keeps her in his arms (he's shockingly strong for a wizard- he can bench 400lbs) and is honestly just excited to see how she'll react. He's mentally flipping a coin on if she'll grouchily demand to be put down or punish him by forcing him to be her beast of burden for the night. ]
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(okay, colour her impressed for once.)
but now that she's had a moment to be impressed... )
That what you tell every girl you pick up?
( her brows raise as her mouth curls into a smirk and she twists a lock of his hair around a finger, tugging at it. okay. she can walk now, we good. )
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[ Yeah, he'll call someone 'my dear.' And why not? She is dear to him.
He chuckles deeply when she tugs his hair and gets the message. Just for a laugh, he puts her down like the descent of a dancing lift- first up, change the grip and then delicately onto her feet. ]
Shall we away?
[ He asks it while offering an arm. He clearly would dig walking around arm in arm with someone as hot as Kate. ]
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( if he can call her my dear, she can insult him with something almost warm tinging the edge of her speech, settling onto her feet and letting him lead the way.
and maybe, just maybe, agreeing to link arms. obviously only because she knows fuck all about this world, and that's all. )