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a heavy rain falls
WHO: Fox and OPEN
WHEN: Catch-all for July
WHERE: On the Journey to Taravast
WHAT: Tattoos, magic, chatting - whatever your heart desires
WARNINGS: will add if they come up
Fox spends a lot of his time bothering Karsa, trying to learn as much as he can from her despite her tightened guard. The magic here is different, and it's taking a frustratingly long time to parse it, but he's starting to at least be able to grasp the edges of it. She shows him what runes to use for the spell he offered, and that tiny clue is what he clutches as he works into the night.
He has a bad habit of not watching where he's walking, lost in thought as he scribbles in a little notebook that he bought before they left Sa-Hareth. It isn't ideal. It's too small, his thoughts too big - the almost seem to tumble off the pages as he hastily scribbles. But then he also nearly walks off the edge of the narrow stairs... Hopefully someone is around to catch him.
He's more subdued than he was, before the siege, though when he realizes he's being watched he does his best to keep up his usual cheerful demeanor. This had all felt a little like a game, at first. A dangerous game, but still a game. A puzzle for him to figure out how to solve, one in a long line of many. Now, he's not so sure.
Now, he's worried that neither this world or himself will come out the same now that he's in it.
[ ooc: feel free to make your own prompts, or hit me up and ask me to write you one in particular! ]
WHEN: Catch-all for July
WHERE: On the Journey to Taravast
WHAT: Tattoos, magic, chatting - whatever your heart desires
WARNINGS: will add if they come up
Fox spends a lot of his time bothering Karsa, trying to learn as much as he can from her despite her tightened guard. The magic here is different, and it's taking a frustratingly long time to parse it, but he's starting to at least be able to grasp the edges of it. She shows him what runes to use for the spell he offered, and that tiny clue is what he clutches as he works into the night.
He has a bad habit of not watching where he's walking, lost in thought as he scribbles in a little notebook that he bought before they left Sa-Hareth. It isn't ideal. It's too small, his thoughts too big - the almost seem to tumble off the pages as he hastily scribbles. But then he also nearly walks off the edge of the narrow stairs... Hopefully someone is around to catch him.
He's more subdued than he was, before the siege, though when he realizes he's being watched he does his best to keep up his usual cheerful demeanor. This had all felt a little like a game, at first. A dangerous game, but still a game. A puzzle for him to figure out how to solve, one in a long line of many. Now, he's not so sure.
Now, he's worried that neither this world or himself will come out the same now that he's in it.
[ ooc: feel free to make your own prompts, or hit me up and ask me to write you one in particular! ]
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"I get it, I get it," he said, with a wink so obvious it was almost painful. Subtle he was not.
"Yeah. I've already been working on the set up, so we're basically good to go there. Here, show me where you want it. I'll draw it out with charcoal first, figure out how to place the runes, and then you can have a look. In a non-curse mirror, hopefully."
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"Okay," he managed after a moment and a soft clear of his throat.
He shifted in Fox's hold to set to work in rolling up his right sleeve. His duster cut off at the shoulder, so it was a simple matter of tugging insistently at stubborn fabric until he managed to bare his shoulder sufficiently.
"This should be all right? I haven't taken many attacks here that I recall. I'm guessing it'll break the enchantment if it's damaged?"