(Closed) Octeuril Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Octeuril
Where: Various locations in Aefenglom and the Wilde.
What: Quests, event threads, domestic undertakings, and general gallivanting about.
Warnings: None yet!

Feel free to drop me a line @ the October CR and Plotting Post if you're interested in threading and would like to work out details for a starter. DM works just as well, too! o9

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[mirshikar]

Fair. [ —he agrees, taking his exit, though his voice reaches Sokie's ears (as intended, because when have they ever allowed the walls of their shared home to put a damper on their conversation?) even as he makes his way out into the courtyard: ] I don't even want my own tongue in my mouth, at this point.

[ It feels heavy, thick, and g r o s s, like some bile is still hanging suspended at the back of his throat (and maybe it still is, but he doesn't really want to swallow??). Anyway, the sensation is forgotten in the moment when the plant lights up, the expenditure of energy exactly what he'd needed. But it isn't enough, not even after he lights up the four runic wards guarding the house, sinking as much magic as possible into them.

He's used to the feeling of fire churning in the depths of his chest, but not this.

When he returns to Sokie, his complexion looks better. And guess what? His teeth have been brushed—twice. One round hadn't banished the taste of sick completely (yuck). ]

Runes, then? But without you being between my legs, much as I would like to revisit that. [ And he's settling beside Sokie in three, two, one...! ] You know, back home we used to have spelled flasks and satchels which were used solely to store excess Glamour.

You think it's possible to make something like that here, for the express purpose of holding magic before someone like me can vomit it up? [ SERIOUS QUESTIONS... ]

[weirdnecro]

[Yeah, they never really kept to one room for conversations, did they? It was mostly just raising voices, knowing that the other person would hear, and they'd ask for repeats if need be.]

Don't rip your tongue out. I need it for later.

[It's one last tease before he goes outside, erasing his sin. She just moves to grab an apple to eat for herself, waiting for Asura to come back. Fruit, good, yummy, and she swallows her apple piece as he comes back, straightening up.]

I mean, we could, but we wouldn't get much magic done.

[She took a moment to wipe her hand with one of her hankies, and frowned. Glamour might not be a terrible idea but...]

I think it's possible to store things into magic, sure- that's how normal people can use magitech. But are you asking for like a...vomit bag, but for magic?

[She considered, wrinkling her nose. She was quiet for a few minutes as she considered what she knew. Then:]

Here's the problem with that. It's a good idea but the thing with the magic of this land...there needs to be connections, bonds. It's basically like trying to make kinetic energy into inert energy.

The only thing that seems close would be the use of alchemy, but that doesn't take the magic of the user, but of the items in use.

Unless you've come across something else in your magitech work...?

[mirshikar]

Most magitech functions off of spelled power sources that mimic fuel. [ But that's common knowledge, yeah? When Asura states the fact, there's no need for any consideration (or a cute as hell wrinkling of nose). Mentally, he makes a note to have brainstorming sessions with Sokie more often: the little tics she displays during them are impossibly endearing. They manage to even bring a smile to Asura's lips, even if he's still sick (and will continue to be, for as long as he can tell). ] Then there are objects – weapons, for the most part – which function directly off of the raw magic fed into them.

Problem is, nothing I've come across could take the full brunt of the magic offered by an unbonded Witch. It'd have to be a big ol' monster, like the beast of a motorbike I've got back home, to withstand the amount of energy I've got to offer.

[ Pity, that Sokie hadn't the chance to glimpse the aforementioned motorbike before their sojourn in Venice had come to an end. But ah well—Asura, he's let that go in the here and now. Sokie's with him, and that's enough. ]

And while building a bike would be real fucking fun, that still isn't a feasible solution. [ Even if he's going to start collecting parts for such an endeavor, now that the idea's occurred to him. Who wants to be stuck with boats as their primary means of travel? Certainly not him! ] The stored Glamour could always be used as a later date. If you sink something into a magitech appliance, then it's used and gone for good, no different than if you expelled the magic yourself in a storm of evocation.

[ Just as he'd done only moments ago. He might've accidentally crisped up more than just the potted plant and left scorch-marks out in the yard. Whoops. ]

Guess there's no real way out of this shit predicament, huh? You either Bond, or you explode.

[ And look there, Asura's mimicking an explosion with a gesture of his hands, talons wiggling in the air to mimic pieces of glittering confetti, falling to the ground below. ]

[weirdnecro]

I think te problem isn't just that you're a unbonded witch, but a mirrorbound witch. From what I understand, we're making up for lost time at a rapid rate. In short, we're potent as hell.

[She does look intrigued, even excited at the idea of a motorbike. Riding on a hog, how exciting!]

I mean, you could get a familiar, but then Tink would get mad at you. And we can't afford suppressants, or to still them.

[She considered, tapping her remaining Apple against her hand. Then:]

Making weapons, defenses, and little makeup and helpers for our monster friends wouldn't be a terrible idea though.

Go completely old school rpg on them, though...Maybe try to make a small profit? So I can make an instant pot for pot roasts and French toast and such?