THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

[implying]

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Belthazar | Anywhere | Open!

[arcanepower]

( continued from here as well! )

for Teravian

[arcanepower]

(here)

[Wizards in training read at parties, that's what.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden invasion of his space, startled enough that he fumbles (and catches) his book.]

D-don't sneak up on people! Have you no manners?!

[wearsblack]

[He nearly laughs at that reaction.]

Only when I have to.

[arcanepower]

You are terrible and terribly unfunny, [he says firmly, and tries to save his place in the book.] What do you want?

[wearsblack]

[Well he thought it was funny, Belthazar. Lighten up.]

I recall I asked you a question.

[arcanepower]

[It takes him a second to remember. And then another to decide if he wants to entertain the weirdo tonight.]

This is a book on arcane theory. Specifically, this chapter talks about reversing the threads of magic to achieve a stable barrier that would keep certain creatures from passing but allow others to come and go as they please. It's a variation on classic runestone wards, drawing power from the leylines as needed without a conductor.

[wearsblack]

[Wow he understood like...three of those words, but it's the word 'runestone' that sticks in his memory and both intrigues and confuses him, since only a witch would speak about magic having 'threads'. Strange.]

Are you a runespeaker?

[arcanepower]

No. [He scoffs.] Runemasters are overly-muscled idiots who think they understand the flow of energy in the world. I am an arcanist-- specifically, the apprentice of Magister Adrasteius Bloodspeaker.

[That should explain a lot about his attitude.]

[wearsblack]

[Still sounds like a runespeaker to him]

Should I know who that is?

for Jaina

[arcanepower]

(here)

[He recognizes the colors and his eyes narrow slightly. He hopes she hasn't chosen sides; she's better than that. But it's soon forgotten, washed out by the nervousness of interacting with the greatest sorceress on Azeroth, and he keeps his head down.]

I hate parties. They are noisy and full of people who have no regard for personal space.

[sithiche]

[ Artemis is almost surprised that Belthazar isn't in the kitchens with Adrasteius; sharing an apartment with the latter was enough to make him conclude that the younger mage preferred to be tagging at his master's heels.

He tilts his head to the side for a moment as he watches Belthazar at the buffet table before approaching, a tone of amusement in his voice. ]

You really ought to slow down. The food isn't going to disappear any time soon.

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar pauses with his hand in a bowl. So he eats like an orphan. What are you gonna do about it, fairy boy? The funny thing is that he already has five little ham and cheese things shoved in his mouth, and so his chipmunk cheeks keep him from giving a proper retort.

He settles for pointing and glaring instead.]

[applethief]

[ after being unceremoniously punted out of the kitchens by one elf, marduk finds himself at the proper buffet next to another. WOW WHAT A COINCIDENCE!! surly about this, he nearly leaves, but comes up with a better plan almost immediately; he crowds into belthazar's personal space instead, using his hella superior height-- and thus, reach-- to snatch more than a couple things before belth can get to them himself. ]

[arcanepower]

[You son of a bitch. YOU SON OF A BITCH. Belth stands there with an empty hand stretched out, unable to comprehend the amount of RUDENESS such a guy could contain. It just doesn't make sense to him. That people can be that rude. And then he remembers-- he's in Exsilium, a.k.a. Silvermoon the Sequel, where the debauchery extends far beyond terrible fashion and goes right into streetrat territory.

He seethes and tries to stomp on the guy's toes.]

Get your own, damned thief!

[applethief]

[ marduk pauses when his foot is stomped on; it doesn't necessarily hurt, but the sudden spike in irritation makes him drop the cracker-spoon in his hand. he picks it back up-- or at least, the biggest piece of it that's left after the impact-- and wags it at belthazar. ]

I'm already doing that, aren't I? Maybe you shouldn't be so disagreeable when it comes to sharing with other people.

[ he stares him down, apparently completely fucking serious. your move, elf. ]