The Room where it happens (open catch all!)

[weirdnecro]

Who: Sokie and you!
When: All month
Where: All over the city and on the outskirts
What: Open starters for Sokie as she tries to be productive!
Warnings: TBA



I: Parliament

[There was a lot of listening on Sokie's part, which may have seemed unusual for those who Kew her. Usually she was chatty, filled with charm and wit- but in Parliament, she dressed in a formal business suit and took notes (and also doodled). In exiting a meeting, she paused outside of the building and took a few moments to stretch. Her butt felt sore for sitting still so long.]

My butt hurts. I guess this is why I've always turned down a desk job.

[She needed to do some yoga and have a run. And a bath.]

II: Radio Hour

[Anyone and everyone could call or text in, but Sokie would stay on voice since...well, she was on the morning hour with her radio advice show. Which was on right now, live.]

Hello dear listener, welcome to An Undertaking with Undertown. What question can I answer today?

III: Teaching Magic

[She left a notice on te boards again. It wasn't good last month, by this time...maybe She could help some of the newbies learn their magic or how to counter it.

She asked them to meet at the entry of Haven, and after some introductions, things would move on from there. Well. She got to the point really.]

So, what do you want to learn today?

IV: A different kind of practice

[It was true she had a baton, but it was the kidnapping and speaking to Sephiroth that was a wake up call. Heck, she might have even been denying it, since the snow storm.

But she found a smithy and was going through the weapons, one by one, trying to find which would suit her best. So far, nothing really caught her eye but...she found one, and lightly twirled tin in one hand.]

It feels nicer but I think I need to put this through its paces.

...hey. You wouldn't mind going for a round, right?

[Sorry curious customer and or passerby. Sokie wants a smol fite.]

V: A moment of quiet

[She was in a corner of a cafe, or maybe just in Diplomatea. As usual, there were books around her, papers of various formulae, but she seemed more interested in her tea or coffee then she was in her work. Seeing someone nearby, she made a beckoning motion with her hand.]

Don't worry, I can move my stuff. Why don't you come sit?

VI: Wildcard

All other options, including hunting outside of the city can be done here! Any questions, comments, can be directed to my discord or at my plurk!

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[weirdnecro]

[She just gave up on having a separate room, but...right now she needs space. Thank goodness for the expedition that was happening tomorrow; it would make it easier for her to process what she was thinking, and figure out what would be best to do. Maybe move out, and find a place of her own for awhile.]

I will apologize if I raised your hopes. I went through the process of possibilities and clearly I was wrong do so so. I shouldn't have done that.

[She couldn't bring herself to be angry. Not right now. His hand felt too hot through her clothes.]

I shouldn't have done that to myself. I feel...that I'm giving too much of myself. I'm being too submissive.

I'm not being myself. No-I'm following a pattern that I shouldn't follow. I'm giving, but while you give these gifts...

These tokens...are all they are.

Asura. Have you realized yet? That you give me nothing of yourself, that you do whatever you wish, even when I ask you not to?

The crown lays still upon your brow, and you already assume a bended knee from your tame mage.

[She holds up a hand.]

It's true I've respected your space, asked no questions, but you've never offered. The only thing I have from you is a story to tell me why you don't want me to do something.

So...I'm not the only one that needs some time to think.

[mirshikar]

Sounds an awful lot like you're conflating me with someone else.

[ A memory, a ghost. Perhaps the very one which had inspired her anger, virulent and cold, when they'd sojourned together out in the Wilde. ]

I've asked a lot of you, yes. To trust me. To be honest with me. But what I've never done is ask you to limit yourself because of me. [ No more than he has ever stood in the way of what she wanted to pursue most. ] The thing that I love most about you? It's how you're never potential and always kinetic. You're a force to be reckoned with, Sokie, but...

Maybe you're afraid that you won't be, someday. [ More so than ever here, in this world removed from the one (and many) that they know. Where Sokie is neither archmage nor necromancer, remaining bound to the limits of the city by the magic of the Bright Wall. That she is able to leave and claim her freedom from Aefenglom's confines for short periods of time is not enough, and it will never be for as long as her moments of liberation remained contingent upon a spell, but... It hadn't changed that which is intrinsic to her, no more than love would. ] That you'll become this "tame mage", the submissive person that you're not, because you went out on a limb and you allowed yourself to care.

You think too damn highly of me, you know. I wasn't sure that you'd come to the bridge today, and the nerves were nothing like I've ever felt. [ It's terrifying, and he gets it. Understands that opening up yourself to someone (being vulnerable to them) requires a strength which he hadn't possessed until he'd woken up and Sokie had held him close. ] But when you showed, I was elated. Over the moon. And I still am.

[ Because nothing could change it, the way every nerve in his body had lit up upon seeing her just minutes ago; how Sokie's smile had been real, true to herself (and incongruous with the face she wears now). ]

But if that is no more than a token to you, and if my want to share and build a future with you is a token as well, you're not the person I believed you to be.

[ And that notion? It hurts as much as withdrawing his hand, letting her go. ]

Yet... I can't think that's true. [ That everything they are is built on falsehood, a mistake. ] So I'll wait for you to decide who you are, Sokie Undertown.