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[exequy]

WHO: Ilias, Isaac, Kostos, Leander
WHAT: Four mages stuck in a library (a bottle episode)
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Outside Starkhaven
NOTES: Probably some violence at some point

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[libratus]

"We would drown before we got off the estate," comes the reply from the window, which Ilias had just cracked for a breath of fresh air and the vain hope of a cigarette (his didn't fall in a puddle), but closes now at the swift speed of regret.

Flicking the water from his sleeves in what seems like the least immediately damaging direction (his shirt isn't going anywhere, thanks), he circles back toward the rest of them, compensating for the tightening of his jaw throughout the course of the day with an equally determined pretense of calm.

"We are all adults, are we not?" As if he, personally, has acted his age for the entirety of this venture, and certainly deserves a medal for refraining from rolling his eyes at Kostos's abs right now. "Can we not manage to sleep in a room together for one night?"

[wythersake]

"Not all of us need to drown."

— Answers Ilias' question. They could get away with anywhere between one and three deaths.

Kostos has taken his shirt off, which is neither a surprise nor a welcome one. Leander has taken his socks off, which means the bedroll beside him is summarily donated to anyone the fuck else. Ilias has pulled his holier-than-thou face back on, which an overly-charitable past self might call dignified.

Lately he can think of some other words.

"Worth it to try a fire?"

In this sodden tinderbox.

[sarcophage]

"There's certainly enough fuel for it," answers Leander, the grown-up adult man, while helping himself to a less-than-surreptitious eyeful of abs.

He could certainly draw a glyph, which he declines to offer unprompted. Watching people struggle and fuss with something he could solve, if only they'd just ask, is a favourite pastime of his.

Apropos of nothing, he cranes his neck to watch Ilias approach, nearly upside-down from his point of view, looking a bit like he's trying not to smile. "I think we can manage."

[exequy]

The look Kostos casts around is baleful, but he isn’t actually willing to have a temper tantrum while everyone else is wearing their ill-fitting mature adult skin-suits. Instead he says, “Fine,” quietly, and disappears back around the shelf.

Unfortunately for him and everyone, it’s a short shelf, sufficient to hide him from view but not to take him out of earshot.

[libratus]

Thanks that's very helpful would be a technically accurate way to sum up both the looks he gives Isaac and Leander. They're very different looks. Kostos, he's trying very hard not to look anywhere near.

But at least a fire sounds like a more comfortable idea than spending the night soggy and suffering, which had been Ilias's plan. "I thought I saw a dry stack over—" A gesture, a shift in course, "Away from the leak."

There are so many leaks.

"Both of you have more talent for primal magic, could you—?" Decide who feels like being marginally useful, please.

[wythersake]

Isaac watches Kostos turn the corner with an expression somewhere between relief and realization. A rowboat containing only an unpleasant, half-naked man is still somewhat preferable to treading water with —

"I'll get it."

He volunteers, in the same way that he's been volunteering for just about everything so far: The horses, the map, wheedling peasants. Not his ordinary habit, and none of it successful. It's a stretch to imagine this will be now. Flame may be about all that Isaac can do, but an outdoor campfire is a bit different than lighting one in a library, however damp.

As the subsequent billow of dark smoke may indicate.

[sarcophage]

It's a habit of his, learning other people's habits, and this new one is positively charming—and he's positive that he shouldn't point it out. Could, but won't. A private act of goodwill. Poor thing. Things, plural. This must be awkward for... everyone who isn't him.

So, let the record reflect that, when faced with this wonderfully ripe opportunity to roast Isaac for his seeming attempt to roast them all alive, Leander is staying put on his bedroll and keeping all comments to himself.

Unless he happens to catch Ilias's eye, which he probably will, because he's often trying to out of his own habit, in which case he silently mouths, He's got it.

[exequy]

"What the fuck, Isaac," floats out from Kostos' chosen aisle, disembodied, because he isn't coming back out for this. He can't be the only one here who knows how to dispel things, if that's what it comes to.