Hit Me Baby One More Time (semi-open)

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WHO: Jim Kirk + Samouel Gareth, Christine, Ohgren, Cosima, Korrin, Kain, Inessa, anyone else who wanted to help with the experiments
WHAT: It's time for Jim to run his experiments and beat some leathers.
WHEN: Throughout Justinian, after this post
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Nothing worth noting unless you protest the beating upon of leathers

Thankfully he was bequeathed quite a bit of leather to run these experiments, because there was a lot he wanted to test. He didn't want to run each subsequent test on a previously used leather either - that would skew results, and he needed these as precise and clean and controlled as possible. Not the lab settings he would hope for, but make due with what you got.

Now all he needed were his assistants.

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"Oh, like a homing beacon?" he asked, trying to rationalize it in his head, not sure why a "blade" would need to hit something that was charged. That seemed a bit long, but if Christine said it was necessary he believed her about it.

He thought for a moment, debating before finally nodding to himself.

"Let's go with fire. That sound good to you?"

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In response to that, Christine can only give a confused smile. Oh, Jim. You and your funny rifter terms.

"That is perfect. I will cast one spell, then give one strike with my blade, and you can measure that initial damage? Of course I will be happy to do this as much as you require, but it might be good to see what a Knight-Enchanter can do with one hit."

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Oh, right. He sometimes forgets, especially when he's in 'science' mode. Even having been here over a year, he can't quite kick the habit of just expecting people to know what he's talking about sometimes.

"Ah, it's a type of 'spell' from my world that allows you to find something easily," he explained before waving his hand to move on with a small smile. "Yes, precisely. We'll need the baseline hit, and go from there as to when leathers finally fail. So, whenever you are ready, milady."

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Christine is quite sure that Jim's world doesn't have magic the way Thedas does, and he's being kind to simply refer to things that way so she'll better understand. Whatever the truth of it, it sounds like a useful spell, though it could also be dangerous if it could find people. The Templars had their own method to find runaway mages: following the glow of their phylactery. Christine had been relieved to hear that those housed in the White Spire -- including her own -- had been destroyed.

"Very well. Stand clear." She then takes up a proper fighting stance and flings a fire spell at the leather with her staff before extending the spirit blade and slashing across the piece. The blade shimmers a pale gold and makes a reverberating noise that pierces the air, but dissipates quickly. The blade retracts down to nothing again and she turns to face Jim.

"There you are."

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She would be correct, though the similarities would, perhaps, be surprising. Controlling lightning. Controlling heat and cold. Even controlling gravity. They just went about it different, and had different explanations other than "I was born with a gift and get my energy from the fade".

He wrinkles his nose as a few of the leathers let off a noxious sort of smell, then lets out a squawk when one of the leathers did, indeed, catch on fire. He grabbed one of the other leathers and hurried over to beaut it out, coughing as the scent of greasy hair burning assaulted him.

"Okay, okay, we are removing this one, right now. Make a note - do not use bear leather around fire!"

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Christine laughs, but it soon turns into a cough and she moves back, waving away the scent with a wide arc of her arm.

"Indeed! Do tell our troops not to wear it around Venatori mages!" Because not only would their leather armor be lit on fire, but they'd smell foul until such time as they could finally bathe. "I suppose we might wish to switch to ice magic now, yes?"

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"Ah, yes, just give me a moment to take some measurements.... actually, let's break for some wine?" He coughed and backed away from the leathers, motioning for Christine to come with him further afield, grabbing the bottle of wine he had (it was meant for later in the day, but needs must). "I don't want to end up vomiting on the sample specimens."

[aceso]

"Yes, that would be far from ideal." Placing her staff on her back, Christine follows him to where he's kept the wine. There's nothing like a little libation to make the job seem easier.

"I am curious," she begins out of nowhere, "how you and Sam are getting on. You have a home of your own now, yes?"