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One Way or Another — Magic Realm

One Way or Another

Started by L Faba at 17 Mar, 2020 7:01 pm
May 24, 2020
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Played by Arceus

Spellcaster
Mischief & Mayhem

Things that hurt are lessons meant to teach us. It is up to us if we listen or not.


Vladislaus was gone.

Of course, L. wasn't in the dark on this one, and was very well aware of where he was. Rather, she knew enough to know not to be concerned about it. It was best if L. knew as little as possible, because Aine was a tricksy little thing, and L. knew the other spellcaster to be dangerous enough to be cautious with. One should never underestimate their enemies, after all, L. knew that because that was how she gained her own advantages, others underestimating her.

Unfortunately, Keisha's protective web was in Magic Realm, and L. had added to it over the years. The end result was, L. hadn't left Magic Realm since probably the eighties, and had no intention of doing so anytime soon, as to do so would be to step outside of the protective cocoon she and Keisha had spun. And who knew what Aine would do, if L. set foot outside Magic Realm? She knew too much. The Sage of Mischief Magic often did, particularly given the most recent ones were all shamans, and, in L.'s case, seers.

So, she stayed where she knew she was safe enough. No one asked questions, and L. didn't have any family left (they'd burned a long time ago). On the one hand, if she left, perhaps Aine would finally come back out. On the other, L. wasn't so certain the Sages could deal with her right now. Morgyn still wanted to believe the best in her, and Simeon... L. wasn't sure how much he knew. Certainly, L. hadn't told him anything. She wasn't going to be the one talking smack on the last Untamed Sage, that was for sure.

Idly, she waved a hand, pacing around the cauldron in circles. It stirred itself, and L. was pulling herbs and crystals off the shelves in the basement at headquarters. A bit of this, and a little of that, maybe this... another hand wave, and the concoction stirred itself again, and L. started putting jars back. Then, she stopped, and stared at it. Something was wrong...

Her eyes grew wide, and she scurried behind a couch, just as it exploded.

... great. That wasn't going to work, either. L. stood up, brushing her skirt off, her sleeves, and then frowning at the cauldron. She then shuffled around the couch, scribbling something down on a notebook that was open on the coffee table, and went back to pacing. There had to be a way of getting the wards to transfer to her, rather than a place. As of yet, L. had no idea how to do it, but she'd figure it out. Either that or she'd never leave magic realm again, either one. At this point, she wasn't certain which outcome she preferred.

She just had a strange feeling that, whenever Aine started moving, it wasn't going to be here, and if she was going to be of any use, L. needed to be able to leave. That was all.



Played by WASD

Sim

The stroll down the winding path towards the waterfall was a little more exercise than Hella could enjoy, but some of the VIPs were worth a little effort. No one except L. (what kind of name was it anyway?) was going to fill her in on the occult news after all. And L. could only be found in their Magic Realm. Hella had extended a few invitations to all sorts of social gatherings in the past, and L. declined all of them with varying degree of politeness, so whatever the reason was, the Sage of Mischief Magic couldn’t or didn’t want to leave it. It wasn’t any of Hella’s business of course, but she was curious nonetheless. Being curious about things that weren’t her business had made her a successful journalist in the first place.

It wasn’t professional anymore, since Hella started messing with Books of Life a while back, and later got close with Grim Reaper, interest in the occult world became more personal. She could bring Sims back from the dead and had a relationship with Death itself - didn’t it make Hella a bit of an occult too? The woman rather liked the sound of it. Spellcasters and Vampires were the ones she found particularly fascinating, and Grim Reaper – particularly annoying, lately more than usual. That was as interesting as it was concerning too.

Hella stepped through the portal trying to look as unperturbed as she could manage. She didn’t do it often enough to get used to the sensations that came with teleportation. It gave the woman a slight vertigo, so she had to grab the stone arch with one hand to keep herself steady and not drop the bottle of red wine she was holding in another. Then she straightened up and headed towards the Headquarters.

“Having a bad day?” Hella asked as she walked towards the purple-haired woman carefully stepping around something magical shattered and scattered all over the floor. It looked like something had just exploded here, which was entirely possible with these spellcasters. “Maybe this can help,” Hella smiled showing L. the bottle. “Von Haunt  Meloire. Had to practically fight Bernard for it. The crazy ghost still thinks the wine-vault belongs to him. He’s getting worse I swear”.


Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again



Played by Arceus

Spellcaster
Mischief & Mayhem

Things that hurt are lessons meant to teach us. It is up to us if we listen or not.


If she was understanding this right, at the moment, if L left magic realm, for lack of ability to do anything else, it would defensively strip her magic. It wasn't a problem to lose her magic, at least L didn't think so, but it may put a little bit of a damper on one, being useful, and two, being a sage. Of course, perhaps in this situation she had to make a decision as to which of these was more important to her, being a useful sage or leaving.

Could she be helpful from this side of the gates? That was a question that hadn't crossed her mind before, primarily because she was too busy fussing with it to think about it. It begged the question of what would be helpful in this situation, but perhaps she was counting chickens before the eggs had hatched. Morgyn likely had no idea what would be useful and if nothing else, Simeon was far better an offensive spellcaster than L had ever been and would ever be. And he could leave.

So perhaps it would be a better usage of her time to channel these things into something more constructive. And if she had to work vicariously through Simeon then, so be it. It wasn't like she didn't trust Morgyn to be able to handle this mess, but um, she didn't trust Morgyn to be able to handle this mess.

Morgyn was going to learn a few things, and do something painfully stupid, L just knew it.

As she was pondering this in her head, the presence of someone else caught her attention. L glanced over at Hella, and smiled her slightly loopy smile, and ceased her pacing. L always seemed at least half out of it. Well, so they said, she had one eye on the past, and one eye on the future. That sounded much more interesting than the honest explanation of, she was just loopy in general.

"Having a bad few decades, I think," L said. "Oooh, look at that, that might do the trick yes, thank you. ... on second thought, I could use a bottle of vodka, but I probably shouldn't get too intoxicated, tempting though it may be. What brings you this way?"

It wasn't to say Hella never did come by, simply that it wasn't as frequent an occurrence as it felt like it was. Hmm, when was the last time she'd been by, anyway... well, L couldn't remember. That usually meant it was a while ago. Or maybe her head just wasn't in it today, that was certainly a possibility.



Played by WASD

Sim

Yeah, vodka probably wasn’t the best idea. Hella came hoping for a conversation that didn’t end up in awkward hugs and singing campfire songs together. Firstly, Hella didn’t really know any campfire songs, secondly, she was sort of tone-deaf. Both women could likely hold their liquor well enough, but this was neither the time nor the place to make experiments. Hella put the bottle on the coffee table nearby letting the purple-haired sage handle it the usual, magical way.

Bad few decades were hardy an exaggeration, Hella assumed. It was impossible to tell L’s real age, which was a common enough thing with spellcasters, so not like she wondered too hard. Hella herself knew a couple of tricks that went a little beyond simple skincare.

“Natural curiosity,” the woman answered, smiling a little wider and sitting down on the couch nearby. That or unnatural nosiness – it was up to L to decide which one. The fact that this far the spellcaster hadn’t put some deadly curse on her, nor banned Hella from using the Glimmerbrook’s gate somehow, suggested L didn’t mind her presence too much, and maybe found it somewhat useful. Hella was bringing wine and news after all.

The former journalist never quite figured out what kind of events of the outside world L was particularly interested in. There seemed to be no rule or pattern there. Sometimes the sage paid attention to things that Hella hardly gave any importance, other times she simply shrugged off world sensations. So Hella just kind of dumped everything she had on L letting her filter it through whatever magical prism she had there.

“How long has it been since I was here last time anyway?” she wondered aloud frowning. “Anyway, Judith Ward just took a new lover! The boy only turned nineteen last week or something. Poor thing, if he’s in it for the inheritance, that woman will survive tens like him. Wonder if she’s a vampire, or just got her hands on your potions, ” that of course wasn’t in the forefront of Hella’s mind, but silly celebrity gossip was always fun. Besides it’d be better if they both relaxed a bit before asking more uncomfortable questions. “Oh, there was a huge reform in town planning and administration! They call in Neighborhood Action Plans. Democracy in its ugliest! People can vote on policies affecting whole neighborhoods. Stealing, brawling, free love – you name it! I mean you can’t really regulate people into free love,” Hella arched her eyebrow in amusement. “It’s not free then, right?”


Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again



Played by Arceus

Spellcaster
Mischief & Mayhem

Things that hurt are lessons meant to teach us. It is up to us if we listen or not.


A very long time, if Hella didn't remember when last she'd been by, either. Or at least, that was L's best guess. Who knew? Time was a fickle creature, and L had little interest in its semantics. One could argue this was likely because L hadn't the faintest hope of being able to unravel those semantics, but even that counted as semantics.

In any case, she shrugged a little at the question, a hand waving to send the wine to the rack L kept her bottles stored within, and then snorted. She'd always heard Judith Ward was a vampire. Who knew, maybe she'd sold her soul to one of them to stay young forever. Humans were always wanting to stay young and beautiful forever. Most of them weren't fortunate enough to run into a means of doing it, however. (Or was it a great misfortune to come to know a lovely little vampire willing to bite you? L couldn't say. Drake never seemed to mind it terribly much, but then Drake had been turned a much different way.)

Her mind digressed.

"I suppose it shouldn't be called free love, no," L answered, "but that likely is a slippery slope that easily leads into internal debates that we shouldn't be having. What're the kids saying these days? Not today, Satan? Not that I know what a Satan is."

L had never figured that one out, but couldn't say she cared much to. She could probably just ask, but where was the fun in that? (Besides, she still didn't care.)

"Say, nothing's developed a strange and befuddling habit of catching on fire, has it?" L asked. Morgyn was still on that side of the dimensional divide, of course, and it wasn't like L was worried about the idiot, except, L was worried about the idiot.

Morgyn wasn't good at life things sometimes. A lot of times. Too frequently.



Played by WASD

Sim

“Satan is just that cryptid people only remember about when they feel the urge to inform it they have no intention of doing whatever it is they think it wants them doing,” which usually involved wading into the territory of things that should not be done, questioned or debated. “Seems like the poor bastard gets nothing done. If it exists at all,” Hella shrugged in a sort of amusement. Most likely Satan existed inside each and every one’s head. Come to think of it, Hella’s own Satan probably thrived as she indulged its every whim doing what she wasn’t supposed to do, asking questions that should not be asked and answering those that had never been asked. L wasn’t really asking about Satan, was she? Well, she got an answer anyway… sort of… hail Satan?

“Of course! Seems like most people can’t boil an egg or load a dryer without setting house on fire!” the dark-haired woman snorted at first, but then her expression turned somewhat thoughtful. “Can you be more specific about that?” Hella asked. “I assume you are talking about those unexplained cases of spontaneous combustion that could fall under magic if more common folk believed it truly existed?” But most didn’t. By design or miracle, occult world still managed to stay isolated and hidden, even though spellcasters as well as vampires roamed among humans quite freely and didn’t even bother masquerading too much. “Something I should keep an eye out on? Or someone?” Hella squinted at the Sage. “Since you apparently aren’t leaving this place anytime soon, are you?”


Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again



Played by Arceus

Spellcaster
Mischief & Mayhem

Things that hurt are lessons meant to teach us. It is up to us if we listen or not.


Right, yes, that. L never mastered Satan and its purpose in non-magical human culture, but it likely had something to do with L's particular temperament, and her utter joy at doing things one might say shouldn't be done. What fun was life if you couldn't mess with someone's head once in a while? Or maybe it was something else... oh well. No matter. The semantics of non-magical human culture fascinated her but that was all it was, a passing, almost scholarly fascination, not a true interest. There was no sense in knowing about things she couldn't truly know or experience, or maybe that was just how she felt about it. It kept her from moping. Between Simeon's depression and Morgyn's... also depression, there was plenty of moping to sustain magic realm solely on depression for the next five years.

Purple eyes flicked up to look at Hella at the question, and then she sighed, glancing away again. "Seems not," she said. "At least, not easily." It seemed like the wards were threatening to strip her magic if she left magic realm, which made some strange modicum of sense. If it couldn't do its job outside of magic realm, then at least stripping her magic would make it quite difficult for magical foes to track her, at least through conventional, magical means. On the other hand, she didn't think that was the intended outcome of leaving, and there had to be a way to make it do something... else.

Well, getting it to do something... else, was the thing L was having so much trouble with.

"Morgyn left, that's all," L said, straightening up and waving a hand like she hardly cared, but if one paid attention to her tone and the way her nose twitched just slightly, they could likely tell she cared a good deal indeed. "Seems to be staying out there with Ezio for a while, seems right. Ezio's been gone a long time and Morgyn's never been right again. Morgyn's just... rash. Impulsive. Impetuous. Short-tempered. Prone to making terrible decisions, you know..."

Morgyn could take care of Morgyn. L had simply gotten used to taking care of Morgyn, too.



Played by WASD

Sim

“Not easily?” Hella arched an eyebrow in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you other colleague – Simeon? – at GeekCon a couple of weeks ago, dressed as one of those space smugglers,” oh, wait, what if he was actually smuggling? Not the point! “And you just said Morgyn left”. So sages could leave the Realm, as proven by the insignificant but mathematically correct majority of two out of three of them.

Hella had met Morgyn Ember a couple of times in the HQ, but they had barely exchanged more than a polite greeting. He (They? The woman hadn’t even figured that one out.) was the youngest Sage. Oh well, looked the youngest, but who the hell knew with these folks. Shamelessly beautiful and, judging by what L had just said, disturbingly untamed in character and temper for someone wielding the peak power of the most destructive school of magic.

Anyway whatever L tried to sound right there – annoyed, irritated, or was it indifference? – she didn’t quite get it right. Instead the spellcaster sounded concerned and somewhat proud, making Hella wonder how much of Morgyn’s wild nature she’d just described was L’s own achievement. Hella shook her head smiling slightly. "Well, for all I know, Grim Reaper isn’t coming for your Morgyn anytime soon," and it wasn’t just a metaphor. Dead spellcasters rarely had any intention to stay that way for long, some were even arrogant enough to skip the due processing and jump the astral plane before their soul was properly reaped.

And those Untamed masters were the worst kind. Because no one liked faked calls and messed performance statistics. Let alone the fact that unlike Fire, Soul Reaping department was outrageously understaffed. All in all, it sounded like if Morgyn Ember decided to finally die, he’d have to reap his soul his damn self. “Your kind is terrible at staying dead anyway, that’s nothing new,” Hella shrugged. “What’s new is that vampires picked up that trend recently, or so I've heard?” It sounded vaguely like question, implying L might know something about it.


Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again



Played by Arceus

Spellcaster
Mischief & Mayhem

Things that hurt are lessons meant to teach us. It is up to us if we listen or not.


Yes, well, L was quite very well capable of simply walking out of magic realm. That wasn't the problem. The problem was, there were spells and wards and god knew what else Keisha had woven while she'd been here, that meant the second L set foot outside of magic realm, Aine would know where she was. Of course, unless the spells and wards decided to do something surprising, which was entirely possible. Magic had a way of doing what it was meant to do, but perhaps not always in the manner that was expected of it.

L wasn't sure what the most likely outcome of her leaving magic realm was, but she supposed the point was moot. Why did the spells and wards have to be aimed at her, anyway? Why not Morgyn's dumb ass? Aine would most likely be after Morgyn anyway. Or Simeon was male! But no! Had to be her. Well, she was the weakest. Things like this happened to the weakest she supposed.

"There are worse things than death," L said, waving a hand. And she'd trust no one but Morgyn to trip into them, but she supposed Hella was right, and she was overthinking and worrying too much. Aine was a problem, that was all. L didn't know the details, she just had a feeling Aine had something to do with that accident a few years ago that'd killed Kaiou. One of her better students, actually. Iname would've been just as good as he, if he'd been allowed the time and the space, but he'd disappeared not long after. No one asked questions. It was better that way. Those that were in a better position to be asking those questions could do so without also fielding the public.

L wasn't terribly good at PR, but she was enough to know she was dreadful at it.

Vampires? That seemed to catch L's attention, because she immediately turned to look at Hella in interested befuddlement. Vampires shouldn't - of course, they were never very good at dying in the first place, save choice situations that were primarily a cause of natural selection... hmm. It was curious vampires would be having a notable problem with staying dead, given there was no reason for that. Ah, no, come to think of it there was. Certainly only a spellcaster could manage to raise a vampire, and presumably control it. And as it turned out, someone had stolen almost all of the books about vampirism that used to be in magic realm's library quite some time ago, too. (It was Aine. L wasn't stupid.)

"That seems like a problem, then, doesn't it?" L asked, smiling. "You know, I think Morgyn mumbled something about vampires the last time the idiot came and went. Maybe that was what the idiot was talking about." Yeah, maybe. Well, if L was guessing right, it had something to do with Aine, and Morgyn would be interested in anything Aine was doing. That was even more concerning, though. Morgyn also had a nasty habit of trusting her. Well, if Morgyn wanted to go down in flames, maybe that was Morgyn's problem and not hers. "I should imagine Ethren's worried about it too. Probably Ezio. At least Morgyn's not dealing with it solo. That could only end in tears. And maybe fire." L wasn't so sure it was a great idea to tell the woman there was a psychotic necromancer ex-sage somewhere out there. They had a reputation to maintain.

Necromancers, though, tended to be interested in necromancer things. Hmm. Strange.