nonscriptum: if you put a vegetable on there, so help me God (I'll have one meat lovers pizza please)
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 ([personal profile] nonscriptum) wrote2019-12-08 12:08 am
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[personal profile] rehandle 2020-09-30 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A slanting expression at Nate's chosen magician of the hour, but it slides otherwise off his back. Telling the tale isn't entirely the point. He needs the spotlight, but not for the full scope of his brief history of magic. ]

It's a story for another day. The point is, I trained in Kathmandu, we go by the Masters of the Mystic Arts, and as you can no doubt imagine from the name we have a lot of ancient and interesting magical tools and artefacts at our disposal. Such as

[ And herein lies the purpose of the detour, arrived at with a thundering swiftness that's far from his past wont but perhaps serves the same smokescreen purpose. He looks away from Nate and down to his own chest with the kind of lingering draw that might be expected of the showman he'll claim not to be - a chest that's now glowing. Not from power use or from the bond, there's no subtle touch waiting on delayed emotional transference. He's glowing because something's emerging.

From the center of his glowing chest, apparently unconcerned by flesh or clothes and easing its way out of the light itself, comes a small metal object. It's oddly shaped, the design a muddle of rigid geometry and looser weaved rope etched into the old metal. Two metal loops curl underneath, making space for two fingers. ]


... If you could.

[ Retrieve it, he means. He's not sure whether Nate's done much experimenting with the objects they store in their chests, so the prompt is a just in case.

If he does take it, the essence that accompanies it is perpetual forward momentum. Infinite potential and desire to learn. Condensed, he's an eager freefall into bottomless wonder, and all of that drive is imbued into the little object lit up by blue and suspended in nothing, waiting to be plucked. ]
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[personal profile] rehandle 2020-10-23 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Mhmm.

[ It's the only response he really needs to give. Truthfully, he doesn't know what that little object feels like himself. But Nate has clearly felt it in the transfer, and that's all he needs. It works. That's good enough. ]

You can keep it for a while.

[ If he wants to. If it'll help. There's no obligation, but without any other means of offering respite it's all he can think to give. ]
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[personal profile] rehandle 2020-11-04 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure.

[ Paired with a sheepish smile— this really isn't his area of expertise, but the offering seems to have fallen somewhere close to the mark. That's good, even it leaves him suddenly adrift. He'd planned this far, not any further. A second feels a little like five.

Stephen abruptly sucks in a breath through his teeth, brows raising, and uses the shock of it to nudge the topic an inch or two to the left. ]


I think you can have a drink now. Something stronger, or shall I put on some tea?

[ Does alcohol still run the risk of feeling like a crutch, or would it be nice to have one or two? ]
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[personal profile] rehandle 2020-11-11 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A playful little lift of a brow - Do I? - and Stephen raises a finger to indicate Nate should wait there, "One minute", before disappearing off to the kitchen to set up the brew. The perks of owning a bar with a commercial kitchen, you never have to wait for hot water.

He doesn't have any Nepali blends that authentically pack the full punch of the leaves he's used to, but he does have a batch of Himalayan leaves that Silena kindly amped up to fit the flavour for him. It's close enough.

He returns with two ceramic, handleless tea cups in one hand and a tea kettle in the other, setting down the cups so he can shift a bar towel to protect the counter before putting the kettle down too. ]


Salvaged from the wreckage of the safehouse, no less.