[ may catchall ]

[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac, Cedric, Lazar + Clarisse, others, you??
WHAT: Open & closed prompts for a bit
WHEN: Vaguely post-attacks, like enough that it isn't silly
WHERE: Here n' there
NOTES: Adding these as I go. Wildcards welcome. HMU on plurk or Discord if you want anything bespoke.

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[altusimperius]

Even the suggestion of it has the color draining from Benedict's face, and he looks for a moment like he wants to protest-- he hasn't been down there since, well, you know, and coming off from such a recent stint in yet another dungeon has his stomach doing flips--

but this is important, and Isaac is right. Practicing the less palatable spells out in the open isn't an ideal look, and, well, people scream sometimes. Why does he want to do this, again?

He nods, jaw clenched, visibly anxious but pushing through. "I'm a bit better versed in my Spirit training," he admits, "but that's best used to stall and redirect."

[wythersake]

"Averesch is the better expert," And - he suspects - disinclined to take a student. "But the practices are, mn. Known to harmonize. You'll get a deal of work in dispelling."

Benedict looks nervous: If Isaac isn't in the business of reassurance, well -

"Tell someone you trust," He'd sooner a mage. Doubts that; Benedict hasn't endeared himself to their motley extremists. Perhaps time to amend that, they can't afford a loose end forever. "I'd sooner no one descend howling corruption."

[altusimperius]

Not that Benedict wouldn't have some interest in studying with Averesch, but Isaac is almost certainly correct in his assumption (for this and other reasons). Ah, well.

"I will," he agrees, and after a pause, decides: "Abby." He trusts Bastien and Byerly with his life, of course, but both tend to get a little twitchy around discussions of magic. Abby is sturdy, present. Can kick a guy's ass if things get out of hand.

[wythersake]

"That'll do."

One of the Infirmary assistants. He isn't overly familiar, but she strikes a deal easier to manage than Rutyer. (And it may be framed as a snub - pleasant ammunition, should he ever take issue.)

"Now truly," Half his face is shaved. He's already decided. "Beard, or no beard?"

[altusimperius]

It's difficult not to smile when the decision has already been made-- Benedict gives in, the tension of their previous discussion snapping in the face of something outright silly.

"Keep it like that," he says, fighting to keep a straight face.