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exsiliumlogs2013-10-21 04:33 pm
artificing) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-21 04:33 pm
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Date & Time: 10/20; evening
Location: Around the Moonbase
Characters: Cyril Thackary & Open
Summary: Cy returns from a canon update
Warnings: Uh, language maybe?
Format: Prose to start but feel free to do whatever.
Well this was certainly unexpected. Sure, Cy remembered being on the Moonbase but it felt like ages ago when really it had only been four years, by his time, but it certainly felt longer. He was greeted with the whole welcome back spiel that wasn't too dissimilar to his original arrival. In fact, he was just as disorientated now as he was then, only it passed more quickly. After that he wasn't really sure what to do. It'd only been a couple days since he'd vanished back to his home world so everything of his should still be around but he didn't much feel like falling back into old routines. That was...beyond boring.
Instead he began to wander around, looking at things he hadn't really bothered to look at before. While he couldn't quite recall how everything on the base felt and smelled before somehow he felt it was all different. Then again, the whole world was different to him not that he was altered.
He paused in his exploration as that thought hit him...what was he supposed to do about feeding? He highly doubted anyone would be willing to just let him feed off them even if the bite felt good to most. Vitality could be brought from home but he'd been informed that wouldn't be something that could be done very often and he did need to feed at least once a day if he was going to be able to keep from simply killing people. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head. He'll have to figure that out soon...
Sometime later Cy can be found in the simulation room training with his weapon. He still doesn't get how it works so he's more focused on his magic, flipping through his Grimoire and wondering if he's going to have enough reagents to last him a while. Occasionally he stopped reading to fiddle with wrench. He'd managed to make it change shape before but now he can't quite remember how he managed that.
((two options there, wandering around the Moonbase and the training rooms))
Location: Around the Moonbase
Characters: Cyril Thackary & Open
Summary: Cy returns from a canon update
Warnings: Uh, language maybe?
Format: Prose to start but feel free to do whatever.
Well this was certainly unexpected. Sure, Cy remembered being on the Moonbase but it felt like ages ago when really it had only been four years, by his time, but it certainly felt longer. He was greeted with the whole welcome back spiel that wasn't too dissimilar to his original arrival. In fact, he was just as disorientated now as he was then, only it passed more quickly. After that he wasn't really sure what to do. It'd only been a couple days since he'd vanished back to his home world so everything of his should still be around but he didn't much feel like falling back into old routines. That was...beyond boring.
Instead he began to wander around, looking at things he hadn't really bothered to look at before. While he couldn't quite recall how everything on the base felt and smelled before somehow he felt it was all different. Then again, the whole world was different to him not that he was altered.
He paused in his exploration as that thought hit him...what was he supposed to do about feeding? He highly doubted anyone would be willing to just let him feed off them even if the bite felt good to most. Vitality could be brought from home but he'd been informed that wouldn't be something that could be done very often and he did need to feed at least once a day if he was going to be able to keep from simply killing people. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head. He'll have to figure that out soon...
Sometime later Cy can be found in the simulation room training with his weapon. He still doesn't get how it works so he's more focused on his magic, flipping through his Grimoire and wondering if he's going to have enough reagents to last him a while. Occasionally he stopped reading to fiddle with wrench. He'd managed to make it change shape before but now he can't quite remember how he managed that.
((two options there, wandering around the Moonbase and the training rooms))
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Letting her gaze linger a moment on the book in question as she stepped further into the room, a soft chuckle given to his reply, "Indeed, would I be wrong in assuming that it might be something akin to a spellbook? It reminded me of my partner's own time often spent studying his spells across such spellbooks," a fond smile touching her expression as her thoughts lingered on the elven wizard in question.
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"Well...I only the have the one. Most of us make our own if one isn't handed down to us."
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"Indeed? Aibghalien has more than a few...though he has had quite some time to gather them,"
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He nodded slowly as he ran a hand over the cover of his grimoire. "If we make it ourselves it's more tailored to our own needs. Some magic users use the elements, but a grimoire focused on that would be little use to me since I use blood."
Sorry about the delay
She nods thoughtfully as he explains as much. "Each tailored to the source or use of magic then in that case? That is quite curious, I've seen few indeed that have used blood as the source or focus of their magic," She comments clearly not put off by it though.