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faderift2019-03-12 12:13 am
faithlikeaseed) wrote in faderift2019-03-12 12:13 am
OPEN + starters | nothing is what it seems
WHO: Myr & YOU; starter for Simon (and more by request)
WHAT: Divine Election nonsense + an elf/mage doing elf/mage things
WHEN: All through Drakonis
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall
NOTES: hit me up if we've discussed something for this month & you would like a starter for it!
WHAT: Divine Election nonsense + an elf/mage doing elf/mage things
WHEN: All through Drakonis
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall
NOTES: hit me up if we've discussed something for this month & you would like a starter for it!
i. extended office hours - Chantry Relations office
With the Divine's election in the offing, there's much for Chantry Relations to do, both officially and not. Above the board there's letters to be sent on Inquisition policy, research to be done on the various candidates' intentions for the organization, requests to answer for their agents as guards or troubleshooters at Chantry functions, good will on all fronts to curry and maintain. That by itself would be enough to keep Myr in the office most working days of the week--
But there was also the matter of Skyhold's unofficial suggestion that Grand Cleric Clorentine ought to be discouraged in her ambitions. After much deliberation (and thought, and prayer), he had agreed to go along with it--and so there is all that much more deniable work to sort through as well, often later in the evenings when he's alone.
So: If anyone's looking for him they would find him in the office from shortly after breakfast to not long before dinner (and sometimes well after it), with or without Cade present; the door's usually open in invitation, a kettle of hot water for tea and a plate of treats on a side table to share with anyone who stops by with a concern or a report.
In the new-minted Inquisition tradition, he's also left a box outside for anyone who'd prefer to bring their comments, complaints, or other communications through writing.
ii. cash me outside - the gallows & kirkwall
Despite the workload, keeping at it seven days a week through the whole month would be a recipe for disaster and cruel to Cade, besides. Myr can afford to set aside a day to tend to body and soul, whether that means spending time in the library with some light reading (Hard in Hightown for the umpteenth time) or mucking around in the garden with the Comtesse on hand to dispose of grubs or dead plants with all a nug's voracity.
Sometimes you might catch him practicing spells in a disused corner of the courtyard, tweaking the Fade in volatile ways that are prone to backfiring (though mercifully without much effect on anyone but him).
On good days he'll make the trip out to Kirkwall and the Chantry memorial garden there, to pray at Andraste's feet or simply sit on a bench and absorb the early spring sunshine.
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"You've not seen a knight-enchanter in action, then. Of which breed I'm the least spectacular in the Inquisition, I must confess." A few more deep breaths and he straightens up, a cocksure set to his shoulders that belies the self-effacing words. "We're trained for the front lines, in with the templars or other soldiers. Can't always stand still for magic there. --Welcome back, by the way."
It's good to see you again, doesn't quite work because he never had the first time, but, well. The sentiment's there in the words anyhow.
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"My thanks," he said, his tone flat as ever, but there was a brief dip of his head that may suggest he wasn't being insincere.
"I have heard of knight enchanters, yes. Most mages tend to favour staves. Not swords."
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"Like as not because there's not so many swords forged for channeling magic--and if you're not planning to use the pointy end very often, no reason to have one over something with more reach." He puts up his own staff across his back and ambles over to the sidelines to join the Medicine Seller. It's as good a time as any to take an extended break and yield the space to someone else.
"Besides, time you're learning to swing a sword properly is time you're not practicing magic, and then what's the point in being a mage?"
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"Such things are not mutually exclusive," he said. There was always a meditative component to being physically good at something that helped focus the mind.
"Besides that. ...Must one be something simply because they can be?" he asked, finger raised thoughtfully to his lip.
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"That's a good question, though--I s'pose if the world doesn't know you're a mage and you have magic without anyone the wiser for it, you don't have to be a mage. You're whatever else you choose. But if they do know, you can't escape being one so you may as well make the best of it."
He pauses to consider what he's said, before qualifying: "From a purely secular standpoint. Personally, I think we ought to develop the gift the Maker's given us regardless and use it to good ends; but not every mage is equally talented at it, and if someone's better at being a cook or a seneschal or a soldier, maybe she doesn't need to give that up for magic."
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"Better or not, one should not feel obligated to pursue something just because someone else might deem it 'a waste' if they do not," he responded.
"Surely you have interests beyond cultivating your magic?"
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"And, to your question--more than I know what to do with." A rueful grin graces the words. "Magic's the work of my lifetime, though; and I'd not be so good at, say, the beekeeping if I hadn't developed it first. D'you have a thread like that through all you do?"
He doesn't precisely expect a straight answer on that one, remembering Nevarra, but he'll ask anyway.
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He inclined his head just a bit as if to emphasize it, since his tone was flat as ever.
"I do not think magic should be neglected - but also it should not be pursued to the exclusion of all else."
He smiled that chilly little smile of his, the expression never quite touching his flat, calculating stare.
"...Medicine would become tiresome - even for me - if I was not occupied by a number of other hobbies."
Probably a line of questioning Myr didn't want to go down, given the obscene amount of shunga in the Medicine Seller's pack.
He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"You mentioned beekeeping, however. Do you sell wax?"
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Would be unnerving, in a darker space. Harder to look in the eye the way Myr does now, in the full light of day, enthusiasm buoying him up. "I do. D'you have need of some?"
A beat of a pause. "And what sort of hobbies?"
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There was a pause as he seemed to consider something. "There may be another buyer as well, though she has a tendency to be..."
How to phrase the windstorm that was Carla politely?
"...Difficult. I would understand if you prefer I not refer her to you."
His brow only slightly creases as Myr presses the subject of his hobbies.
"I craft incense - it is quite relaxing. I also collect interesting literature and woodcuts, as well as netsuke."
"Interesting" was a mild way of putting it.
oh no unleashing carla on this poor idiot who barely understands how commerce works, let's do it
On the one hand, that sounds like a challenge and it's rare Myr will back down from one. On the other hand he's still--new at this whole idea of selling his produce to other people, rather than simply and cheerfully turning it all over to the Inquisition (or Gwenaëlle, as the case might be).
As usual, fervor for the test wins out. "You might send her to me and I'll see how bad she is--if nothing else," cannily, because he's not a complete idiot, "I can say my entire supply's spoken for. But you're welcome to what I do have. Perhaps even for a trade--does all your incense have elfroot in it?"
It would be a problem for prayers, but for other uses...
"Are you finding many of those here? The--," he hesitates over the foreign word, "--latter ones, especially. What are they?"
>:3c what could possibly go wrong?
Not that the Medicine Seller had any compunctions about shouldering problems off onto other people.
"Very little of my incense contains elfroot," he explained nonchalantly. "Most of it is musk or resin based."
Wordlessly, the Medicine Seller opened the drawer to his mysterious box of secrets, rummaged a moment, and produced several small carvings from wood and ivory. He offered them over to Myr.
Most were quite innocuous - carvings of small animals, a fat, grinning bald infant on the back of a fish, a mouse, and then there was one of two people clearly having sex. Interesting things indeed.
"They are worn as decoration," he explained, gesturing to the brocade sash he had on.