☆ Event: A Tale of Two Cities

[faileas]

Event Log: September, A Tale of Two Cities

I. THE TRIP OUT On Septeril 5th, those who've agreed to go as dignitaries to Dorchacht will meet with Nerissa Bell in the Coven's foyer. Given the group is a little large, and the boat they've procured for the voyage would be a little crowded with all of them on it, she suggests there be two groups: the first one will go now and will return around the middle of the month, while the second will depart a few days after the first group returns, just to give them some breathing room. a. DIGNITARY: THE SHIP Those joining Nessie are led to the docks, where an old ship is being scrapped down, barnacles removed and hull shined to perfection. Sailors call to and fro from on board, buckets of water thrown off the side away from the docks and there's a tingle of nervous excitement from the gathering crowds come to wish the dignitaries and ambassadors a bon voyage. She's of a medium size, able to hold her crew and half of the assigned dignitaries with little trouble, and from top to bottom the moose-like Faun of a captain calls her a seaborn miracle; short of a sea wyrm, she's never faltered nor fled the waves, but he'll admit that she's been more a fishing boat than anything the past couple years. Judging from the way his tuffed tail lashes in excitement, he's thrilled to be out on a real voyage again -- even if it's to those notoriously unfriendly blokes 'round the corner of the map, haven't been in decades time and they've always been up their own arses about this and that. While dignitaries are supposed to relax the best they can on the four day trip, the captain doesn't seem to mind offering work to those interested in learning the way of the sea or with the know-how already, eagerly asking the Mirrorbound about their experiences beyond the glass... much more than he is about talking about himself outside of his ship, who he loves a great deal and sings the praises of up and down the hour, through sea shanty and spoken word. His large antlers don't seem to get in the way of his work nor bar him from getting in and out his quarters, but watch out! They are large and they do hurt. All's not well going to and from Dorchacht, though, as while the waters are safer than the land by far, there's plenty of dangers within the deep: Infected Merrow swim in the shallows, singing sweetly from rocks that jut out at the shore, and some more adventurous ones try their luck closer to the boat too. The captain's Navigator, a Witch with just as rowdy an attitude if more polite a tone, can manage a deafening spell on the ship to keep any from falling seaward, but asks that those who can to rid the ship of those terrible pests, whether by cannon, magic, or something else similarly ranged. Oh, it'd be perfectly alright if they killed them, plenty of them out here in the sea and growing ever more, but if they simply want to scare them off then by all means! There's also all manner of sea beasts as well, from krakens on the smaller side to the mentioned sea wyrms earlier, though the captain'll say that they're just babies compared to the mother he'd faced last year -- still troublesome little bastards, best put down before they're drowned themselves, but nothing to turn tail at. Outside of these... troubles... there's disorderly sailors of Monster and Witch alike, the former being compromised primarily of Turnskin and Faun for heavy lifting, with a Harpy in the crow's nest to help with speed, and the latter being those specializing in Divination and Astrology for directions, as well as some elemental manipulation from the Evocation course. Unlike the proper Coven trained, they seem like they're a little more unconventional with their magics, using "shortcuts" and combining spells to great effect. When they're not on the clock as it were they enjoy a great deal of ale, howling stories and song, pushing each other around whilst the journey's bright and startlingly serious when things turn south. Be careful you don't get in a fight, or perhaps you'd like to show your stuff in a little competition: They're willing to do anything to pass the time. b. ESPIONAGE: THE DEVICE Upon hearing that there are some who would be interested in investigating the device that Mhairi mentioned, a young Witch opens up the room it's being stored in now to allow them a chance to check it out. They warn that it isn't particularly cooperative, but maybe those with some knowledge of magitech - or their world's equivalent - might be able to help? While not exactly the largest device around, it's one that stands out. Something resembling a Tesla coil stands atop the piece of tech, tall enough to almost reach the ceiling of the rather tall room, and various dials and knobs and gauges adorn the outside of it. Those who are perceptive to magic - training in detection spells, or who have a good sense for it, or even a sixth sense for something poised to happen - will be able to note that there's a sort of... presence in the room. It continues to build up, the more people that come in to investigate. Anyone that tinkers with it, has active magitech on their person, or even uses magic in it, only help to build the sensation. And then, when enough Mirrorbound of both the Witch and Monster persuasion are in the room - A whirring noise fills the room, as the device comes to life. There isn't any time to vacate the room, because whether it was an intentional thing to activate the teleporter or not, it's activated. The intention of using it for travel to Dorchacht remains embedded in it, and from one moment to the next, the group in the room find themselves not in the Coven, but in the midst of trees. All around you is the forest just beneath the cliffs outside of Dorchacht. In the distance, if one looks hard enough, they might be able to spot the Black City itself. Besides the storage room of the Coven vanishing in a flash of light and electricity, the device is absent, too. Some of its smaller parts can be found scattered in the craggy grass at your feet, in the roots of trees, as if it completely fell apart the moment that the magic was activated. Whatever you had on your person, when you left? It's all that you have, now. And there's no way back from here. (Notes: Some small reminders - the boats take 2 days to reach Dorchacht, meaning they take 2 days to come back as well, and the teleportation device used by the espionage team is a one-time use only. The espionage team will be able to return to Aefenglom at the end of the month courtesy of some inside help, using a similar device that managed to bring them there in the first place. The Watches can be used on the ship, but are prone to static and dropping calls. Communication is possible from Dorchacht, though voice and video both feel a little muffled.)

II. DORCHACHT It's déjà vu. While Aefenglom is known for its dusk-hued skies, made of lustrous pinks and purples and blues, this city is dreary to the core. The streets are covered in a perpetual fog, not unlike the city you hail from, but thicker, denser, tinged with the flavor of industrial smog from the factories whose spires you can see in the distance. Magitech lights - lanterns above doors, street posts, flickering in the windows you pass - illuminate everything throughout the entire day, as if the sunshine can't reach through the foreboding fog nor the onyx walls. Even the windows are barred, offering a paranoid protection against the outside world. Doors seem hardier, and each building is reinforced and protected in a way that may feel familiar to those that have encountered the protective magic wards. They're heavier, leaving an almost ominous presence that causes unease to hang just as heavy in the air as the smog. The people of this city are just as dreary as the streets, though they do mill about with the same frequency as any city. Those from Aefenglom may recognize familiar faces, and they might find themselves looking twice at you, as if some part of them remembers you as well. Something seems... off, however. There are fewer Monsters in the streets than there were in the dream, though it isn't too hard to catch a glimpse of one here and there. The streets even seem a little more cleaned up than they once were, as one makes their way down them. At the heart of the city, dignitaries will be brought to the Coven. There, they're greeted by a slender and elegant woman, eyes bright and clever, but just as sharp as the red-lined smile that she offers her visitors. "Nerissa Bell," she begins, tone polite if clipped. There's the sense of a woman who won't waste words from her person, and she turns her eyes towards the dignitaries. "You must be the charges she spoke of. Mirrorbound, they call you?" A shallow inclination of her head, barely called respectful, as she smiles wider, in a way that would be kind if knives were made to be dull. "A pleasure. I am Morgana Drummond, head of the Coven here, and I welcome you to my city of Dorchacht, the safest haven against the Cwyld across all of our poor Geardagas." a. THE COVEN Morgana Drummond gives them a quick tour of their facilities, speaking lightly of the curriculum they have here that differs from Aefenglom's own (more of a focus in manipulation spells, be it the sort of commands that have become such a familiar sight to things such as perception and "paths" that can be seen through scrying, the other areas of practice more of "extra" than essentials) as well as allowing them to peek in on some lessons taking place. They won't be able to interact, but it is admittedly of a higher feel than what Aefenglom asks, though it's simply the seriousness of the atmosphere giving that impression. After showing them to where they'll be staying within the Coven's hospitality as well as mentioning the areas of their infirmary, library, and welcoming the Witches to try a hand at their lessons, she and Nerissa part from the characters as a whole to discuss the business of the month. There is a notable increase in guards, both around Morgana's person even within the Coven's walls, as well as the building itself. They seem to be in the business of keeping people on a kind of "railroaded" layout of the Coven building, but can be distracted for a quick peek -- the real help comes from those with triple stars hidden in plain sight, beneath the brims of hats and worn as idly jewelry and easily missed charms. These sympathizers will actively seek those out to speak with them, to let them know that even here there are those that would like to see change brought to Dorchacht, and assist in entering places that Mirrorbound otherwise would not be able to enter. Such as the library here, which contain higher level spells including the enchantments specific to the city walls. The history is just as muddled as it is in the later mentioned public library, the "when"s being vague and the like, but depicts Drummond's rise as the head of the Coven: She came to Dorchacht on a ship hailing from Aefenglom along with a number of other Witches and rose above the rest to become the esteemed leader she is now. Without her, many of the text will agree, Dorchacht would not be as it is now. Those with any notable signs of infection may be asked to step aside and allow Dorchacht's Witches to give them a check up -- better safe than sorry -- and this goes for Witches and Monsters alike. They'll be brought to the double doors that were so heavily secure within the dream, whether they'd like to be or not, and escorted inside. b. THE CITY Unlike the dream, things seem to be more... well-behaved. Auctions have been moved from the pavilion and in its place are genuine vendors to purchase from: Food, clothing, toys, trinkets, protective spell scrolls, all manners of things. There's still Monsters around, a little more tidy than before, but they hold the same stares they had in the dream, pinched expression and disinterested in conversation. There are signs that lead way to auctions if one is truly curious to see the extent of that terror, to gain insight on the situation there, but tailing someone might be hard within the twisting turns of the new bazaar. Another notable part of the city that can be accessed by those dealing in espionage include the barracks if they pose as hopefuls to join their ranks as handlers for their Monsters, which are collared in a familiar way to the dream, and seem reactionary to quick movements -- they're explained to be the essential frontline of what constitutes as a military force, very important, Mirrorbound Monsters beware you not suffer the same fate. The next place one might seek out is the library: While this is all deemed public knowledge, it offers insight into the kind of history and mindset that's been bred the past decade at minimum. Books regarding the dangers of Monsters, how to care and train them, practical spellbooks for those untrained by the Coven proper... The history books themselves are vague in regards to the "when" of things, and seem to be more contemporary in comparison to how old the city feels itself. There's a variety of more cultural knowledge such a cookbooks (including those dealing with monster parts) and floriography (more dour meanings compared to Aefenglom's flurous), but the relevant ones have been noted thusly. c. THE RESISTANCE Whether you're espionage or dignitary, those seeking the Resistance know what to look for: a trio of stars (some worn more openly than others), protests against the city's treatment of Monsters, and dispelling runes on the walls. Once proven that you're friend over foe, they're more than happy to have the assistance of any Mirrorbound in their company: A fight against the current practices is a fight they're for, after all. Riot! Disrupt the peace! The auctions, while a little more downplayed than in the dream, are still going, and the Resistance has good word on where they're being held in the grand city. Their goal? To cause a disturbance big enough to distract, but not big enough to catch Drummond's eye... that said, with her having to play the nice host to Aefenglom's associates within the main building, there's more to get away with. Free the Monsters! Whilst distracted, other members of the Resistance plan to dispel the runes in certain areas and smuggle off what Monsters they can, valuing quantity over quality. While the more mind-broken may resist heavily, it won't be hard to find Monsters of all kinds (save Dragons and Fae, which are notably absent from the auctions and city in general) accepting help to escape, eager to think for themselves once more. Find a way for them to escape the city safely, but know that the docks are heavily guarded in case of stowaways. Free the city! Kind of. A third party of Resistance members are looking to weaken the enchantment on the wall of Dorchacht itself, meaning they'll be looking for those brave enough to tread outside the city and into the Wilde just beyond its protective gates to take a look at and inscribe runes to hopefully diminish the compulsion in place right now. It won't be immediate, but it'll help in the future... just be careful, there's plenty of danger beyond the wall to contend with. As an interesting note, while the Resistances' bonded pairs are definitely unlike Dorchacht's compulsion-based ones, they're not exactly like Aefenglom's either: They call themselves comrades and partners, brothers/sisters in arms, giving it more of an equality forged from the same brass than something to do with convenience. (Notes: Those being willing, or unwilling, participants in the check-ups may reply to the top level there with how visibly infected they are for a special treat! Only for this month.)

III. AEFENGLOM Preparations for Meán Fómhair begin before Nerissa and the dignitaries head off on the 5th, but they seem a little quick even for the ever-festive people of Aefenglom: Apples begin the appear in great quantities to be used for later, some yellowed versus the red ripeness one thinks of when they're ready, there's hay bales tucked safely away for the days of, and there's little conversation to be made save for how things might be going in Dorchacht, though if any of the Mirrorbound try to join in they'll change the subject to Meán Fómhair in a split second, smiles thrown wider than the weeks before. Seems all is not quite as well as they'd like to appear. a. MARKET UP With the Parliament tense and looking westward, there starts to be gradual, but steady, increases in new appearances from some interesting individuals about the city. At face value they're no different than the vendors already found in great quantities, human and Monster alike, but one look at their wares proves different. The goblin market, as it's familiarly called, is somewhat accepted by the Parliament as something allowed to exist as part of their mercantile culture with Coven-approved medicines, alchemical practices, enchantments, so on and so forth, and only somewhat thanks to these known wares. Beneath these, with a dropped word or a curious eye, one can find things that are more than likely not sanctioned by either branch, things the vendors say can sate Monster and Witch alike without need of a Bond, though they decline to include the fact that such things are only temporary and that, like all hits, they'll need to come back for a greater quantity to get the satisfaction they need. Overpriced as they are (due to their private nature, it's high risk, surely they understand), they sell Monster parts of most kinds, Witch's Blood that may or may not be genuine, and what they call "extra strength" potions to mimic the feeling of a temporary bond without needing a second person to partake -- of course, you're welcome to share it, the more the merrier. However, this market hides a darker side, known more to those living among the aristocracy or who have the money and means to it, and characters are more likely to find themselves led there one way or another -- be it kidnapped or tricked, the black market isn't picky about how they drag their targets in. While Aefenglom prides itself in its fairness and equality, as in example with the goblin market not all is what it promises. Nowhere else is this more true than with the black market itself, using techniques familiar in Dorchacht to control their living wares, emboldened by the absence and turned heads of the government while remaining as discreet as they can be, they've ascended from the tunnels beneath Aefenglom to turn old houses into private auctions and the more deserted streets into bazaar-like adventures. Not all of these are unwilling wares, characters may find, and drawn by necessity for their own well-being or for their family's, but it's clear that a greater number are those from the Outer City. b. PROPAVANDALS Unbeknownst to Aefenglom's higher ups, Dorchacht has sympathizers of its own within this city's walls. While Bonds haven't been specifically dissuaded against, given that there's alternatives to the more permanent tethers, not all are in favor of changing completely. It's been ten years since Miss Bell gained her seating, such citizens'll say, and there's been decades prior where they hadn't needed that. That Monsterkind and Witches could be, and sometimes were better off, apart. Home remedies and extra practice, or finding a substitute, was all that was needed. More privately and growing in whispered popularity, that there ought to be more restrictions on the two in general. Once these words have started, both conversations planted as well as encouraged for thoughts already leaning a certain way, small attacks on those Bonded being to occur. They target the main populace and those with connections to the Coven itself, especially the Mirrorbound given Nerissa's alleged responsibility to them, and it seems they're well-practiced in hiding their activities because all investigations done towards the perpetrators, whether done by the Mirrorbound or officials themselves, will lead to only dead-ends outside the City. The culprits are hard to catch on foot, using the environment they'd grown up with to their advantage in escaping any manner of way -- it isn't just humans, but Monsters causing trouble as well -- but it isn't impossible... Just that they refuse anything but their right of silence on the accusations, claiming they'd had no part in anything, regardless of what proof might be found. The attacks and vandalism itself range from harmful messages appearing with magic on walls and doors, vaguely threatening letters written in ink that evaporates in sunlight, to fruit thrown and possessions left in tatters after breaking and entering. They don't stop at residential houses either, aiming for businesses held by those with any connection to the Coven, held by those with Bonds, and seek to cause any number of annoyance and distaste to those they attack. If it weren't for their Bonds, their Coven connections, they wouldn't be treated this way. That's the message they seek to send. c. UNEASY FESTIVITIES Come Septeril 21st, and lasting til the 23rd, Meán Fómhair is tentatively in full swing. The residents of Aefenglom are more on edge than during previous festivals save the red-hued Lithia, even once the first dignitary group has returned and the second left. There's barrels of apples decorating the street corners, but they don't seem as plentiful as they should. The games have a forced cheerfulness about them too, the unaffected being children who gleefully take part in each race, each competition, as well as the doctors with their cure-alls and promises of something to promote the harvest's delight, peddling medicine and medical advice to all who lend an ear with earnest grins and a profit to be made. The medicines are largely placebos with some possible side-effects for those that aren't, such as voice changes and intense cravings for various foods, but they seem to be very popular this year -- there's at least a couple merchants talking up the good fortune Dorchacht's stress has brought this year to one another, quieting down when they catch outsiders eavesdropping. With the continued attacks on those Bonded and Coven-affiliated, with one of their Speakers across the continent and the other sorely wrapped in Parlimentary business dealing with the attacks, the city holds its breath and tries to endure. Tries to be bright and cheerful while keeping obvious supplies behind their counters, to keep fright from their expressions and mind lest it invite the Cwyld to their midst, and ultimately drawing apart from one another in a time where unity is more than needed: Time will tell what actions might sew shut the new wound struck across Aefenglom.

Welcome to September's event log! The questions thread is split into two this time: one for Dorchacht, which can be found HERE, and one for Aefenglom, which can be found HERE. Please keep questions to their respective cities! This'll help both us and your fellow players in sorting information. Additionally, this event is a little special - we've prepare an OOC post to go along with it. Check it out over HERE - don't forget about it, as it'll help us see how things'll progress in the cities!

Comments

Hopefully T. Pain can make an appearance.

[fieryimpulse]

[Chandra, absorbed in her work, almost doesn't notice the sudden appearance of someone at her side. When she does, the woman's a little close and it almost makes her lose the spell. Closing her eyes, she's quiet for a moment, forcing the threads of what she's doing back into some semblance of order and completing the spell.

A tiny green shoot pops up from the soil, and she responds quietly...]

Something with a little kick to it.

[It grows slightly, beginning to look a little like a pepper plant.]

This one's a bell pepper plant. Or will be when it finishes growing. I've got a few other seeds with me, though? If you want anything in particular, I might have it.

[beariot]

[ She hadn't intended to sneak up on her, but well, she tended to fumble a lot of things, so no real surprises there. But her eyes widened at the shape of the fruit taking shape, recognizing it immediately. ]

Poivre... I actually haven't had peppers in some time. Espelette peppers were pretty easy to come by in the town I grew up in.

[fieryimpulse]

Well, you're welcome to whatever comes from it. I just brought it for practice, really.

[It continues to grow, her spell actually working for once, a very simple thing that she's gotten fairly good with. The reasoning behind it is a little embarrassing for her, but she is genuinely fascinating by growing things, not just setting them on fire. There was a kind of beauty in it, and it required her to focus, which was all the more difficult of late.]

Are you fond of them...Ursula, right?

[She vaguely recalls, way back when things here were new. And Fang had mentioned her at least once.]

[beariot]

[ Ursula could only agree. She, herself, had something of an inclination towards watching plants grow, even if she didn't keep many of her own. Maybe it was a bit of her mentor that had rubbed off on her, or the nature of the plant-like life magic that surrounded the Claiomh Solais. It was meditative to watch the little pepper plant thrive... ]

R-right! [ She'd been staring at the plant, she'd forgotten there was a conversation going on. ] Ursula, right. That's me, ha ha...

And I'm not sure I'd say fond so much as there's something nostalgic about them. Peppers are used a lot in the local cuisine of the place I grew up. [ She'd say it was Mediterranean France, but she wasn't sure that'd mean anything to Chandra. ]

[fieryimpulse]

[It would not. The woman's awkward demeanor was disarming enough, and charming enough, that Chandra managed a smile before she shifted and sat on a thick coil of rope.. Not that she was particularly worried about anyone attacking her, here. She just had trouble sitting and relaxing.]

I'm Chandra. [The plant sprouted, and within moments, a single pepper flowered, the ambient leftover magic from Chandra aiding it's rapid growth.]

Same for me, really. Kaladeshi food is full of peppers and spices. Still, it's yours if you want it. Otherwise the galley might find a use for it.

[beariot]

Oh, no no, I'd have nothing to keep it in for the trip. The galley will definitely make better use of it than I could. [ Ursula waved her hand, dismissing. ]

I feel like it's strange, only really introducing myself to you now after so many months... I guess life here has kept us both busy since we first met, huh? [ Back in the dream... ]

Between my studies of the stars here, and being with my bonded, it's like I've been here far longer than just a few months...

[fieryimpulse]

Eh, life happens. I've been wrapped up coaching one of my friends through becoming a vampire and pretty much practicing non-stop. My other bonded are having an easier time of it I think.

[She has a lot to do to get back into what she considers passable fighting shape.]

It's felt a lot longer than it has been since we showed up though, you're right. I'd kind of hoped to be outta here by now, but it's becoming clear that this place really needs outside help.

[beariot]

Not just the place, but... the people within it, too. The people we've bonded with.

[ Ursula hummed, turning her eyes to Chandra fully now, a softness to her expression as her thoughts moved to Kaede and Fang. ]

I never imagined how invested I'd become. My first day here, I was desperately looking for a quick way to get back... Now, I couldn't imagine leaving Fang and Kaede behind, not without assuring they have a home to return to of their own.

[fieryimpulse]

I...

[Chandra chuckles to herself, rolling her head back to look up at the sky with a distant...yet somehow still vaguely amused expression. It rankled having to admit that she'd never thought about it like that, but really? As great as Papyrus was?]

...Well, when I leave here, I know I can visit my Bonded. Moving between worlds is something I can do normally, but there's something here suppressing my ability to walk away.

I guess I'm a little used to leaving and returning when I want to see someone.

[beariot]

I can't say I envy an ability like that... [ And given they were all within a realm foreign to their own, it didn't even seem that difficult a concept to wrap her head around, admiring the practical applications. If she could just stay with them... or better yet, bring them back with her to her own world where she's sure they would be safe... ]

They're here on the ship, too, so it's not like I'm going far without them, in the immediate sense, but I guess I was just... reminded how quickly they could be taken away while within the dream. So it's been on my mind.

[fieryimpulse]

Yeah. That's...fair.

[It's a little strange to think about it, in a way. That Papyrus could just up and vanish, or Emerald. She didn't know Emerald that well, but she still appreciated the little bundle that was her wrapped up in the back of her thoughts.

Liliana though...that was complicated. When they left this world, would she ever see Liliana alive again? With Kaya hunting her, and nothing but her own actions to blame, was this only a temporary reprieve or could the necromancer find some way to atone for her actions. It was a bit much to think on, just now, and she finds herself looking away, out to sea.]

It's a good thing to think about. When some of the Coven there managed to hurt Liliana, I...definitely lost my temper. [Not that she had much control over it on the best day.] We're a lot more fragile on this world than we're used to, and I think it's hitting her harder than me.

[beariot]

[ Prior to her experience within the black city, she might have been a bit more anxious to engage with a topic like that, adverse to violence even if she had no lack of skill in those areas. But, even if she'd still managed to keep her wrath in check, despite everything, she could not begrudge anyone who failed to do so...

They'd all been hurt. And she couldn't pretend that those who were hurting them hadn't earned some sort of cosmic backlash. ]

You weren't the only one who lost their cool. [ There had been reports of multiple comas, after all. ] Even with the threat of the Cwyld, I don't think anything has scarred many here yet, not like this has...

Perhaps because there's no infection or magical darkness driving those slavers. It was just... pure contempt. Human, mortal contempt.

[fieryimpulse]

[Chandra had gone out of her way to be a bit...nastier...than most, so she was likely the cause for more than a few of those comas. It was certainly backlash, and decidedly what those monsters deserved.]

This is definitely worse than the Cwyld. For...exactly that reason. There is no reason for it other than desire for power and control. But it's more than that. The city feels...

[She trails off, searching for a word, trying not to swear.]

Wrong. I've been in industrialized places before, and places laced with enchanment, but there's something else at work there.

[beariot]

I agree. [ Ursula nodded, firmly. ]

We'll get a chance to learn more when we get there... put some kind of reason behind the pain we all went through. Not everyone gets that luxury, so... I intend to see it through to its fullest. For Fang and Kaede's sake... but also my own.

[fieryimpulse]

I'm not staying the whole month.

[She's rather emphatic on that point.]

My partners stayed behind, for numerous reasons. And I'm liable to do something that shoves a wrench into the works of any diplomacy if I stay too long. But hopefully we learn something of value.

[beariot]

[ Urusla managed a smile, empathy in her eyes and her tone as she spoke, a small chuckle in her voice. ]

Believe me, I understand. If Fang and Kaede weren't here with me, I probably wouldn't have even gone. But I definitely intend to do what I do best in situations like these; study.

'Nerd stuff', as Fang eloquently puts it, at times.

[fieryimpulse]

Nerd stuff?

[Chandra snorts, waving a hand in Fang's general direction, wherever the prowling cat-woman might be.]

She's a meathead at times, 'course she'd say that. I'm guessing you're a practiced mage back home, yourself...so you know exactly how important study can be.

[Chandra, while she might not look it, is an incredibly gifted student. She just has to read while running and moving around.]

If it's what you're good at, then definitely do it. I'm gonna try and sneak into their library.

[beariot]

Oh, same! [ Ursula didn't hide the excitement that spiked in her tome. ]

I've heard rumors of what's in there. There's got to be something that details the command spells and how that whole system even works. I'm going to give my all to crack that code and find a way to dispel it!

[ She felt like a teenager again... ]

[fieryimpulse]

That's ambitious. It's...clearly quite a large enchantment. Such a thing is going to have layers and layers of spellwork. Likely worked into the bricks. Possibly even the fog.

[That's a thought. There must be a reason for all that oppressive, cloying stuff there.]

Makes me wonder if there's a way to subvert it, change the enchantment in more subtle ways.

[beariot]

[ Chandra's reaction did a lot to temper Ursula's enthusiasm, giving a nervous laugh. ]

I realize it's pretty ambitious, as you say... But a student of mine back home seems to be rubbing off on me a bit, so I feel like if I give it my all, a good result will come. [ Even if it wasn't necessarily her specific goal. ]

[fieryimpulse]

Well, you can't make it any worse, that's for certain.

[Well, okay, no that's not strictly true, but it seems unlikely that the enchantment will explode or anything if she's successful.]

You teach?

[beariot]

Professor of Astrology at Luna Nova Academy for Witches. [ Said with a small giggle, with out formal that all sounded. ]

In short, yes. I have for the past few years. I'm still considered the newbie among the faculty, though, so I'm kind of low on the ladder there.

[fieryimpulse]

Huh. I...haven't ever heard of that place, but that's not surprising, probably.

[She's vaguely aware of some magical colleges throughout the multiverse, through conversations with more educated mages. She'd been self taught till she'd ended up on Regatha.]

You've gotta have a whole lot more patience than me. I couldn't teach to save my life.

[beariot]

And believe me, some of my students really test that patience. One in particular...

She's a miracle, to be sure, but she's also the biggest handful I've dealt with in my career. [ A small exasperated sigh, and light laugh. ]

Wouldn't trade her for the world, though. Or any of them. I know it's a big cliche, but this is probably the most personally fulfilling work I've done in my life. [ It's why she was in no hurry to ever return to the stage... ]

[fieryimpulse]

I don't know if it's a cliche? I mean, the Multiverse needs teachers, so that young people have someone to show them how to get themselves out of hot water.

Though, admittedly I'm probably the biggest handful anyone that's taught me anything's ever dealt with too. So I don't really have any room to criticize, since it's because of teachers that I haven't gotten myself killed yet.