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exsiliumlogs2013-05-08 07:37 am
dawningsun) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-05-08 07:37 am
Though we know for sure
Date & Time: May 7th, After the housing restructure
Location: Casa de Elfs, Unit 606
Characters: Belthazar, Adrasteius, and Kirian
Summary: Kirian meets his roomies.
Warnings: Probably none, will update as needed.
[He had very few possessions, but this was hardly anything new. Despite the social norms of Silvermoon, he lived a relatively simple life. Even in Dalaran, his home had been modest, and he had almost just enough money to get by. He was content with that- what he wanted most could not be bought with gold or silver: freedom.
He was, however, unaccustomed to living with others. Even his time with Raziel wasn't exactly them living together, though he would stay for a few days, there was always the comfort of his own solitude to return to.
This was certainly going to be trying.
He carried Soot in his right arm, his cane in his left hand, and found his way to the new...he could hardly call it a home. Of course, he had been placed on a high floor, but he was far too stubborn to say anything about it. He would have to see about finding a way to portal himself here. He hardly knew the ley lines of this planet but...that had hardly stopped him, in the past.
"Reckless", they called him.]
Location: Casa de Elfs, Unit 606
Characters: Belthazar, Adrasteius, and Kirian
Summary: Kirian meets his roomies.
Warnings: Probably none, will update as needed.
[He had very few possessions, but this was hardly anything new. Despite the social norms of Silvermoon, he lived a relatively simple life. Even in Dalaran, his home had been modest, and he had almost just enough money to get by. He was content with that- what he wanted most could not be bought with gold or silver: freedom.
He was, however, unaccustomed to living with others. Even his time with Raziel wasn't exactly them living together, though he would stay for a few days, there was always the comfort of his own solitude to return to.
This was certainly going to be trying.
He carried Soot in his right arm, his cane in his left hand, and found his way to the new...he could hardly call it a home. Of course, he had been placed on a high floor, but he was far too stubborn to say anything about it. He would have to see about finding a way to portal himself here. He hardly knew the ley lines of this planet but...that had hardly stopped him, in the past.
"Reckless", they called him.]
For Belthazar
Setting down his black cat, she bounded away to investigate the small home.]
Hello?
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Another blood elf. He wonders if this one has any qualms with feeding off other people. The other blood elves hadn't lasted long, and he expects this one to be no different.]
... Who are you supposed to be?
[Ignore the fact he's basically hiding around the corner like a child.]
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The wonders truly never did cease.
A breath, and he frowns.]
Kirian Dawningsun. Arcanist, though it doesn't mean much here.
[As much as he'd like to say it didn't mean much on Azeroth, it did. He wore the title like a shield against the Magisters. It meant he was an ally, but didn't belong to them the way they wished.]
I suppose I could be someone different, if it suited me better.
[A smirk to himself.]
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Belthazar, apprentice of Magister Adrasteius Bloodspeaker.
[He gives Kirian an odd look.]
... Did the master invite you?
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Perhaps the boy is just humble, or he can't afford proper clothes. It could be either one, and Kirian furrows his brows slightly as he watches him.
Curious.
And then the boy speaks, and there's the missing bit to the puzzle. He wondered, almost vaguely, what worst of man Adrasteius was- if he should pity Belthazar or not. Some Magisters were not known to be kind to their apprentices, after all.
It was something Kirian disliked about them, in general.]
No, I'm afraid. I was a assigned to this...apartment. For housing. If you could show me which room is vacant, I'll put my things there.
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... Follow me.
[He doesn't offer to take any of Kirian's things, unfortunately. He does hold the door to the vacant room open. Satisfied it's not going to close on the man's face, Belth turns to disappear into his own room, when--]
... What is that thing doing on my desk?!
[That's a cat, you moron.]
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Oh, curse the Nether. What is the boy screaming about? He shuffles out of his new room and peeks his head in. Oh.]
That thing, as you've so delicately put it, is Soot. I suppose I should have told you she is living here, as well.
[Kirian walks over, picking Soot up and almost leave, before something catches his eye. He peers down at the notes on the desk, and gestures to one of the diagrams drawn out on the pages.]
This rune is backwards. Though, I suppose it's a fair attempt. Reversed, like that, you'll get nothing more than a brief shower of sparks and a small flame.
...unless that was the intended effect.
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No. No pets for you, you little scoundrel.]
I don't like animals. If you don't teach it that my room is off-limits, I'll... [... Wait, Adra probably wouldn't like it if Belthazar set the cat on fire.] ... I'll lodge a complaint. A very stern and loud complaint, and you will regret it.
[He crosses his arms as Kirian catches a glimpse of his notes. It's his work, more than his homework, and he's a bit on edge. The rest of his room is messy as hell, which likely doesn't help. He's actually... kind of afraid of being judged, or having the papers ripped to shreds like Dariel would sometimes--]
It's-- backwards?
[The little mage eyes Kirian, then moves to see what he's pointing at.]
That rune was intended to divert the flow of magic into the adjacent sphere. I... must have confused it with another.
[Well damn. Maybe he does know what he's talking about.]
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[Kirian looks at the cat, who scoots up in his arms and begins to groom his hair.
He moves a little, to point at the rune, and then simply nods.]
A simple enough mistake. I've seen proper Magisters confuse that one...though I suppose that's not saying very much about them.
[ha ha.]
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There really isn't much to be said magisters anyway. Their heads tend to be full of hot air. It's disappointing. My master at home was senile, not vicious, but still disappointing.
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He hated those abuses.]
It seems on this, we agree.
You may look over my notes in the future, if you wish. I only ask that you make me aware of it, first. Common courtesy. And don't shuffle them out of order.
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Ah, well.]
... Really? [Wow, no one's ever that nice to him. He pauses.] I mean-- yes, I understand.
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[A slightly venomous smirk.]
It would be just like home.
[Soot nuzzles the side of his face, and he nods. He supposed that would do, for the moment.]
Will that be all for now, Belthazar?
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Uh, yes, sir.
[Well, they still have a ways to go. Belth bows his head momentarily and waits for the old man to leave.
He has some things to think about.]
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[He walks from the room, carrying Soot, and goes back into his room, closing the door behind him.
GOODBYE FOR NOW, YOUNG APPRENTICE.]