OPEN | In my left hand there is the familiar

[voidtransport]

WHO: Allumin and YOU
WHAT: Open Catch-all
WHEN: Throughout the month of Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall
NOTES: To be updated as needed - If you'd like a bespoke starter or wanna plan anything, feel free to hit me up on discord or plurk!

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discussing research - anywhere you want it, that's the way you need it, bwa nananana naaa

[voidtransport]

It had been a mixed bag getting injured back during the attack a few months ago - thinking about it still makes him reel over the simultaneously similar yet different quality between this world and his... own? It seems so far away now, and with the theory that they might be copies of some kind makes him wonder if even with memories and the distinct differences between native Thedosian traits and his own that if it's true then... technically Rifters are still of this world, aren't they? - Anyway, the downside of it all had definitely been his own selfish fear made real by being injured in an attempt to be nobler than his former self, but the upside meant a perfectly good excuse to be unavailable for work that meant leaving The Gallows.

Lots of time to just exist in the calm security of the offices and library. (It did put a dent in his midday sword training breaks he'd been taking for a while, however, and he couldn't be quite as overzealous as usual when it came to carrying large stacks of books here to there. Unfortunately.)

In an attempt to find a greater usefulness for himself, he recalled a conversation he'd had shortly after his arrival with Ellie - about teleportation magic and spell scrolls. Thinking over the concept, he'd taken into account that even if he were to try replicating that kind of thing here, the cost in materials, money, and time was too great to justify the output necessary to be really useful. But... There was inspiration in the tools that had been crafted to predict rift openings and measure information, and in hearing about the very new school of Rift Magic practiced by some native mages on the continent.

With an armful of files and papers filled with notes, he approaches.

"Hello - excuse me if I'm interrupting - but, I have a project I want to propose to Provost Stark and I was wondering if I could get a second opinion on it?"

[favoriteanalyst]

He hasn't been here terribly long at all to obtain any reputation, but Mobius has made it clear to any who have asked that his particular interests lie in research. Even if he might be handy in a fight. Even if he's a fine enough talker with a calm enough disposition. What he's finding is that sometimes it's hard to know where to start looking other than just looking. And partly why he wants to arrange/rearrange the library.

Still, he was led here to do a job, and he'll take it seriously. When the elf - tall elf - approaches with so much parchment, his eyes already light up. Mobius clears off a bit of table space and motions for the mess to be set down. "Tell me about it, and I'll give you all the opinions you could want."