faderift | [ OPEN ] Do you believe in magic?

WHO: Jim Kirk & Anyone
WHAT: Catchall through Harvestmere (October)
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

A - The Magic Man's Come and He's Here to Stay
The morning that changed it all had not begun like he'd expected, obviously. It had been rather embarrassing actually (not that he would be recounting that particular part of the story, especially when he would be apologizing for it for the rest of the month most likely). But ever since the change had happened, he began to make regular trips outside of the walls of Skyhold and out into the forests, away from the immediate eyes and ears of the general masses.

After all, he didn't need everyone looking in on him as he pointed his shard-embedded hand at a tree, waiting for something to happen. He felt terribly foolish, but he knew he had shot a beam from his shard - several times, in fact. Whatever was happening, it wasn't a fluke, and he had better learn to control it less it get away from him in a critical moment.

"On!" Pause. "Fire!" Another pause. "Damn it, do something!"

Pew!

"Please don't let that be my trigger phrase...."

B - Listen Up, I Never Say Anything Twice (Classes)
Currently, Kirk run three classes, all at varying times. It made for an interesting schedule, but it kept him busy, and he enjoyed it. All three classes were open to anyone who wished to join, which meant his classes often had mixed skill levels.

Mathematics had Kirk walking between the students, grouping them according to kill level and doing mini-sessions. With the smallest ones or those with no knowledge he focused on the basics, patiently pointing out how to handle the equations. The groups went up from there, and after a bit Kirk clapped his hands to get their attention.

"All right, who wants to play a game?"

--

Once math was over, he moved on to the sciences. His focus for right now was an understanding of the human body (he was not comfortable enough in the physiology of the other races to teach it), and overall health, along with natural science such as how weather worked. Really it varied, and every lesson could get easily derailed as students asked questions and he expanded.

"All right, all right - anything else before I move on?"

--

And of course there was self defense classes, focusing on hand-to-hand combat. Like his other classes, he paired skill level with skill level. Unlike his other two, he was far more strict here, walking between partners, critiquing and demonstrating.

"Come on, go at it for real!" he called. "This is practice for a real life situation, so better treat it like one!"

C - The Man About Town
When not practicing with his shard or teaching his classes, Kirk was running errands around Skyhold, acting as a sort of courier for businesses. It wasn't the best pay, but it saw him through the days. It meant he ran between businesses in the market and even around the medical tents.

He spent time at the stables as well, working on his horsemanship, or visiting with Boggie. He could often be seen talking to him and petting the bog unicorn, sometimes with his cats, Leonard and Nikita, in tow.

Of course he would make appearances at the tavern, happy to sit and enjoy an evening of music and song with drink in hand. Some nights he could convinced to sing of his strange, other-worldly songs too.

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"The position has to come with some perks, doesn't it?" He laughed, before growing quiet as he turned over her request against the songs he knew by heart in his world.

Something with a party theme, or perhaps an upbeat sort of love song? Those seemed to go over well, if sometimes confuse people. Well, it would probably do that no matter what he chose, so he went with something that he thought would be good to bop your head too.

Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
That's okay, let's see how you do it
Put up you dukes, let's get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away

_{[ And in that way he ran through the song. ]}

She laughed in return at his question, but did not speak further, allowing him to choose a song in relative silence. Watching him closely as he began to sing, she soon found herself enraptured by the man's melodious voice and also interpreting the lyrics of his chosen song.

"I liked it!" she exclaimed once he was finished and close enough for her to have his attention once more. "It was very different to the popular music here, but that is not necessarily bad." She paused to smile, head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side. "It seems an odd subject matter to sing about, however."

"It's basically daring someone to try and make the singer fall in love," he explained, a little glow around him at the praise (and probably the alcohol too at this point). "A lot of songs where I'm from are like that. They're more about feelings than they are meant to tell a story."

"Oh, it is about love!" Josephine says with a surprised laugh, before taking another mouthful of wine. "I thought it might be, but -- it sounded rather more violent than such a topic should be." She rolled her shoulders. "Is love supposed to be like that?"

"Well, love takes a lot of forms doesn't it? And she's not in love with the person, she's daring them to try and make her fall in love, and she doesn't really think they can do it, since she knows their reputation. Hence "hit me with your best shot". So it can be interpreted a few ways," he shrugged. "Either way it has a fun beat and it's a good top of your lungs kind of song."

"Oh, I'm certainly not disagreeing. Apologies if I've made it sound so. I was just...over-analysing, I suppose." She smiled ruefully. "I've been told I have a tendency to do that."

"Hah, that's not a bad thing for someone in the ambassador business, though. That game tends to need over-analyzing most of the time," he shook his head, matching her rueful grin.

"I suppose not," she conceded, with an incline of the head to suggest she saw the man's point. "Still, sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be nice to be able to turn it off when it wasn't necessary."

He motioned for her to make herself comfortable beside him. "Well, now's as good a time as any to practice, isn't it? Sit down, have a drink, sing some songs and share some idle chatter with a friend."

"Well, I do believe I am already well-equipped when it comes to drink," she starts, gesturing with her drink. "I think I would like the practice," she continues, before taking the offered seat and making herself comfortable. "Has Skyhold been treating you well?"

"Well enough. I have good company, a warm place to sleep, and I'm not bored. What more can a man ask for?" he smiled at her, not wanting to get into some of the underlying tensions he felt. It wouldn't help, and this was a relaxing night. No politics this evening.

"Much better since you stopped by this evening." Ah, and there was the customary flattery.

She laughed almost on cue at his words before smiling over the rim of her glass. "Ah, you flatter me too much, I think - surely the usual company at the tavern is not so intolerable?"

"Perhaps not insufferable, but surely lightened and heartened by your presence," he continued his flattery unperturbed. "And to be frank, I welcome any conversation that is not slurred at this point in the evening."

Jospehine laughed again, short and mirthful. "In that case, I will do my best to retain full control of my faculties." Taking a sip of wine as her eyes swept the room, Josephine then leaned over the table and lowered her voice conspiratorially. "How many of the patrons do you think are so far into their cups already?"

A sound very much like a giggle escaped Kirk when she leaned in and whispered like that. "Ooooh, I would say a good thirty percent here now? Several groups have been hitting them hard to celebrate and soothe as the cards go around, you see."

[ OPEN ] Do you believe in magic?

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