[ OPEN ] Do you believe in magic?

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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?"

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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?"

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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.

Comments

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Kirk's brows knitted, seeing the face he pulled. He hadn't thought the wound had been so severe, but clearly he was wrong. Not to mention that was a very sensitive part of the body. Perhaps he should apply more salve to it tonight, and ensure Sam slept on his stomach.

Slowly Kirk gave his hand over to Sam. "Never thought I'd see the day I would try and learn magic."

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He wouldn't call it severe, the wound was healing, but there was still an ache. Perhaps it was because it was magic, or because it was that particular kind of magic that made it linger. Not to mention he didn't have long periods of time at the moment to dedicate healing it.

He didn't need any more salve But Kirk was more then welcome to rub his butt if he wanted.

"Well I hadn't exactly thought a man from another planet and sailed the stars would sharing my bed," he returns with a bit of amusement. Gently he takes Kirk's hand and presses his fingers near the scar. "Does it hurt at all?"

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It was a good thing to note, though - that the wounds inflicted by the shard did not heal as quickly. It would take more to really prove that theory, but Kirk wouldn't be the first to offer up being the one firing the shots. He certainly didn't want another accident - in bed or otherwise. He shuddered to think what would happen if he let loose a sudden shot in the refugee camping.

"Heh, true. I'm forgetting the most basic lesson - expect the unexpected," he didn't fight the other's touch. The shard didn't hurt much anymore, though it sometimes ached, but the pain of first receiving it (still a mystery on its own) had long faded. He shook his head in answer to the question. "No, not anymore. Sometimes it aches a little, especially when I've gotten off shots, but other than that - nothing. Sometimes I forget it's there, really."

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Someone would have gotten hurt and would be less forgiving then him for the damage. It didn't and that was what mattered.

"Hm. Considering you're shooting out energy through the scar it doesn't really surprise me. It's like you're using it like a focus." Sam continues to look over the scar, making a point of not pointing it at himself - or at least not at his face directly.

"Do you feel energy flowing through your arm, or does it just happen?"