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hadriel_logs2017-12-11 08:08 pm
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Who: Brennan, Harlan, Rose
What: Catching up with Harlan; potentially adopting Rosie
Where: Harlan's place; idk maybe somewhere not in the sun in the aboveground city
When: Dec 14 and Dec 17
Warnings: Talk of abandonment, horrible foster homes, murder probably, cannibalism possibly...? I'll keep this updated.
HARLAN - december 14 - the pet playdate
[Given all that has happened since they agreed to let their pets play together, it comes as no surprise to Brennan that she forgot she and Harlan had decided this. What does come as a surprise, and a pleasant one, is that he did not forget. Once the fighting has ended and the city has been moved again, he contacts her with an invitation, which she readily accepts.
When the second sun has long since set, making it not unbearable to be outside, Brennan makes her way across the city, Sandy in her arms. It is not the most comfortable walk she has been on, but she does indeed arrive at her destination, immediately glad for the shade and cooler air in the spire.]
I am glad to see a sky, [she says as she steps inside the apartment,] but I am not so glad for the temperature. At least it is only a minor inconvenience.
[Sandy wiggles in Brennan's arms until she looses her grip, at which point the fox climbs up onto her shoulder to get a good view of the familiar layout yet unfamiliar smells in the apartment.]
ROSE - december 17ish - drunk on love, adoption ensues
[It is difficult to be picky about one's water source when one is at constant risk for dehydration. Brennan supposes she is just lucky that she chose to drink from a pool whose emotional effects she does not mind. She likes Love, and she finds that feeling extra affectionate or inclined to be caring towards others is not a bad thing. The probability of picking a less beneficial pool to drink from next is relatively high, so rather than risk being angry or confused or frightened until her next stop for water, she has decided to stick with this one.
She has just had about half a cup of that water (the other half is in the mug in her hands, when she comes across Rose sitting in the shade of one of the undamaged shops. Normally, Brennan would merely remark that Rose has made an intelligent decision about where to recuperate a little from the heat, but Love's influence on her already heightened instincts to nurture and protect combine to make her notice just how unhappy Rose looks.
It is, in this state, almost impossible for her to ignore that.
She approaches Rose, crouching next to her unprompted, concern in her gaze and in her voice.]
You look like you would benefit from hydrating. You may have some of this water, unless you have been drinking from a source you trust.
[She just wants you not to look so sad, Rose. :c ]
What: Catching up with Harlan; potentially adopting Rosie
Where: Harlan's place; idk maybe somewhere not in the sun in the aboveground city
When: Dec 14 and Dec 17
Warnings: Talk of abandonment, horrible foster homes, murder probably, cannibalism possibly...? I'll keep this updated.
HARLAN - december 14 - the pet playdate
[Given all that has happened since they agreed to let their pets play together, it comes as no surprise to Brennan that she forgot she and Harlan had decided this. What does come as a surprise, and a pleasant one, is that he did not forget. Once the fighting has ended and the city has been moved again, he contacts her with an invitation, which she readily accepts.
When the second sun has long since set, making it not unbearable to be outside, Brennan makes her way across the city, Sandy in her arms. It is not the most comfortable walk she has been on, but she does indeed arrive at her destination, immediately glad for the shade and cooler air in the spire.]
I am glad to see a sky, [she says as she steps inside the apartment,] but I am not so glad for the temperature. At least it is only a minor inconvenience.
[Sandy wiggles in Brennan's arms until she looses her grip, at which point the fox climbs up onto her shoulder to get a good view of the familiar layout yet unfamiliar smells in the apartment.]
ROSE - december 17ish - drunk on love, adoption ensues
[It is difficult to be picky about one's water source when one is at constant risk for dehydration. Brennan supposes she is just lucky that she chose to drink from a pool whose emotional effects she does not mind. She likes Love, and she finds that feeling extra affectionate or inclined to be caring towards others is not a bad thing. The probability of picking a less beneficial pool to drink from next is relatively high, so rather than risk being angry or confused or frightened until her next stop for water, she has decided to stick with this one.
She has just had about half a cup of that water (the other half is in the mug in her hands, when she comes across Rose sitting in the shade of one of the undamaged shops. Normally, Brennan would merely remark that Rose has made an intelligent decision about where to recuperate a little from the heat, but Love's influence on her already heightened instincts to nurture and protect combine to make her notice just how unhappy Rose looks.
It is, in this state, almost impossible for her to ignore that.
She approaches Rose, crouching next to her unprompted, concern in her gaze and in her voice.]
You look like you would benefit from hydrating. You may have some of this water, unless you have been drinking from a source you trust.
[She just wants you not to look so sad, Rose. :c ]
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Unfortunately, when he lets her in, she starts talking. Ugh. This is so frustrating. He's not upset with her so much as he is himself. Even basic communication is way more difficult than it should be. Okay, well, maybe not way more since he still has some basic telepathy in his wheelhouse, but it's an extra step he's still not used to taking. Therefore, way more difficult.
He waits for her to finish, and then shoots her a Message that she'll be able to respond to if she chooses.]
Hey, uh, sorry, my ears are still out of commission. Cool to finally meet you, though. She's cute. [He gestures at Sandy.
John Frusciante, meanwhile, is just waking up from a nap on the couch. She's been napping a lot with all this heat, which... Harlan is honestly glad for. He's not sure he could deal with her unbridled destructive energy on top of everything else right now. JF stands and stretches, blinking blearily up at the newcomers with their similarly unfamiliar smells. What is that sort of cat-lookin' but not cat-smellin' thing???]
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[That should be clear enough, despite his current impediment.]
I'm-- is this working? I apologize. I forgot. [It was a long, sweltering walk, but it is over now.] I was saying I am glad to see a sky, but the heat is inconvenient.
[Sandy flicks her tail as she stares down at John Frusciante. Brennan stares too, but a lot less defensivel.]
She is also very cute!
[Sandy flicks her ears, unsure what to make of this small, fox-like thing. Seems okay, could be pure evil!! She makes a short cooing sort of sound to test things out, staying on her perch because big mammal who provides food and shelter can protect her from small mammal who could wreck a fennec fox, surely.]
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[But, unless there's a long pause in their conversation, she should be just fine.]
So have you come around on magic not existing? [He remembers her polite but staunch skepticism. He mostly just thinks it's funny, though.
John Frusciante's ears perk up at the sudden strange sound. What!! She bolts over to get a better look, scaling Harlan's leg (which startles him) until he's able to grab a hold of her. She's totally about to bodily launch herself at Brennan, but he's got a decent grip on her and manages to keep her still against his chest. She settles for the moment, but she's sniffing very curiously in Sandy's direction.]
She's friendly, I swear. She just comes on strong.
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Evidently, it exists. I would like to study it, mainly the theory and history, in order to better understand it.
[It would be more palatable to her that way, if she treats it like a science.
Sandy ducks her head back a little at the sight of what looks like aggression. Brennan reaches up to put a hand on the fox's back.]
She is curious. So is Sandy, but she is also shy.
[Sandy looks like she has been soothed by her human's touch, and is now looking at JF and sniffing in the cat's direction, ears forward. Curiosity wins again.]
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I don't know much about the history, honestly, but I'll answer whatever questions you have. And what kind of theory? Like how it works?
[It's basically science already, as far as Harlan is concerned. These conversations are always a little weird for him because it's like someone's asking him to explain the theory of gravity or something. It's just a thing that everyone knows where he's from, but so many people here are ready to question it.
Meanwhile, JF is so hype about this new plaything!! She whines and waves a paw in Sandy's direction, trying to reach to close the distance between them. Harlan frowns at her and pushes her arm down, which just prompts her to wriggle more.]
Yeah, curious, and she only has one speed. [He sets her back on the ground and she actually stays down this time, though she starts to circle around Brennan's legs, looking up at the not-cat and meowing loudly.]
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Yes. Theory of practical applications of magic. Theory of the sources of magical ability. Different schools of magic, different classes. If it is a science all its own, it must be quite broad a topic.
[Look at what you did, Harlan. Look at what you have gotten yourself into.
Samdy makes as if to jump down to the floor, so Brennan takes her and puts her down. The fox then heads over to JF, sniffing and cooing at the kitten, curious and friendly because this little mammal does not seem so vicious now!]
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Well, there's eight schools of magic, for starters. And there's three ways to be able to use it. [According to him, anyway. He's boiling it down to generalizations.]
Most people learn it through studying it. They teach the basics in schools, the shit you don't need a focus for. Then some idiots make deals or pledge loyalty to some deity that bestows magic upon them or whatever, but that's fucking stupid if you ask me.
[John Frusciante is not expecting this crazy cat-lookin' thing to just head on over, so she starts and backpedals briefly, darting away to hide behind a chair leg. Her ears twitch at the super weird sounds it is making! She regains her confidence after a moment though, bounding back over at full speed before feinting at the last second and reeling backward. She leans back, raising one paw to sort of pat awkwardly at the space between them. What are you???]
The best option is to just be born with it. That's how I got mine.
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[She wonders if Avalon was born that way-- and then quickly dismisses it. For now. She does not want to think about Avalon's supposed medium abilities now.
Sandy backs off a little as JF does her thing, approaching slowly when she paws at the floor. What a cute tiny thing!! Here, have a paw outstretched briefly in return.]
Do you have time to teach me about the schools and the methods? While the "children" play.
[Brennan gives an exaggerated wink. Look at her, being metaphorical like that!! Haha, she remembers when he called their pets children the first time they spoke!]
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Harlan laughs at the wink and the palpable airquotes. Brennan is as adorable in person as she is over texts. He waves her deeper into the apartment.]
Of course. You want coffee or anything? [He's just made some, as she can probably smell.]
I could teach you some spells sometime too, if you're interested. Learning through perseverance and hard work and shit is just as legit as picking it up genetically. It'd mean your magic would never be as potent or malleable as mine, but on the flipside, you can learn more spells. My wheelhouse is limited.
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Yes, coffee is acceptable.
[Despite the nontechnical nature of his explamation, Brennan finds herself fascinated by it as she follows him. It sounds as if she will be able to master magic relatively quickly. (Spoilers: not so quickly.) She would not be interested in raw power anyway, but instead in being able to use as many spells as possible.
Spells. God, this all still sounds so ridiculous. And yet, here she is, communicating with Harlan telepathically.]
Yes, I would like to learn. I am extremely disciplined when it comes to applying myself to my studies.
[As her six dissertations for her forensic anthropology doctorate alone will attest to.]
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Cool. You'd be a wizard, then. That's the technical term for anyone that has to learn magic through studying. [Another neat thing about telepathy is not having to yell across the apartment.]
Wizards get to specialize in one of the schools, so that's another perk of book learning. The schools are enchantment, illusion, transmutation, evocation, necromancy, divination, uh... [He always forgets the last two. They're the lamest.] Abjuration? And, shit... Conjuration. [Okay, conjuration's not lame, but it's basically the same as evocation in his mind. Or transmutation. Whatever, the schools don't really matter as much to him as a sorcerer.]
Illusion and enchantment are what I do. Mostly. I know a little of everything. Transmutation's handy, too. That's like turning shit into other shit. Enchantment is fucking with other people's heads and illusion should be self-explanatory. [He hopes, anyway. It's tough to say with all these non-magical folk.] Evocation is what my pal Kyna does, and that's like conjuring fireballs and shit. Combat magic. Conjuration is similar, but it's more utility-based, and abjuration is all defense. Shields and wards and shit like that. Divination is, uh... Tough to explain. It's spells that let you figure shit out, I guess. Like fucking spiritual Wikipedia. And necromancy is anything that deals with the dead, like reanimation.
[Did you want a magical infodump, Brennan? 'Cause that's what you're getting as he pours this coffee.]
Sugar?
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What have you unleashed, Harlan?]
Yes, please. One teaspoon.
[Sandy is familiar with the (smell of the) coffee ritual, as it were, so even though she follows everyone into the kitchen, she expects nothing. She just quietly observes, sticking close to her human for safety. This is all still so new and possibly dangerous!!]
Reanimating the dead. So... their corpses. Their bones. But not the person they once were?
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He's not sure how sugary "one teaspoon" is, but he uses his best guess to make Brennan's coffee sweeter without actually adding anything to it. Magic is amazing?? Meanwhile, his own coffee gets that times a thousand. If he's not drinking liquefied sugar, it's not sweet enough.
Harlan sets the mugs down on the table and takes a seat. John Frusciante also ascends to the table because clearly what he just put down is for her, but Harlan returns her to the floor with the nonchalance of someone who has to do this for every meal. She meows expectantly and paws at the table leg, but doesn't jump up again. She's learning. Slowly.]
Depends on the spell. Most necromancy is geared toward controlling the dead, which doesn't always mean people. There are some necromancy spells that'll let you straight up revive people, though. You don't even need a body for the really powerful ones.
[He takes a sip of his coffee.] All of that is really serious magic, though. I can't do that shit. [And his tone suggests that that's impressive. He's a pretty skilled mage, after all.]
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Her mood is also made even worse now because of this heat. She's an arctic creature and not enjoying it one bit; she's not made for it and it's causing quite the strain on her. She's finding shade wherever she can but it only does so much to alleviate the exhaustion. And having not slept or ate in days, she's definitely feeling exhausted on more than just one level. ]
Been drinkin' from Sorrow's temple, [ she sighs, before lifting her eyes to meet Brennan's gaze. There's no light in them. She can't even find the energy to pretend, right now. ] Also just... looking after the place.
[ She almost added 'while he's gone,' but she can't even allow herself the hope he might return yet. ]
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This is from Love's temple. It... could improve your mood, perhaps? Though if you are looking after Sorrow's temple, it might be best to be sad.
[This is all so frustrating, but it is hard to feel anything but tenderness and affection for this poor young woman (or at least, she looks like a young woman) in front of her.]
I-- I can bring you food, if you like. Or I can fan you. [With her hands. Desperate times call for desperate measures.] ou are not used to this kind of climate, are you?
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Who knows, maybe it'll bring him back if I'm sad enough.
[ She averts her gaze at the offer of food. Doesn't really say anything about the water either. She isn't sure that even with the cloud's influence, she'd feel anything akin to love right now for just about anything or anyone. ]
Fanning might be nice. I'm... definitely not made for this weather, no. I'm an arctic wolf.
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[That is what Brennan chooses to believe, and what she hopes will help Rose feel a little less despair.
But anyway, fanning it is. With just her hands, but that is all Brennan has available to her right now.]
Perhaps we'll be moved somewhere else soon. Somewhere colder. That would be more enjoyable. The nights here aren't so bad... oh-- perhaps collecting water cooled by the night air will help somewhat. You can drink it or pour some over yourself when the day gets hotter.
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That he's gone forever, just like the rest of them.
Rose's lips curl up into an attempt at a smile as Brennan uses her hands to fan her. It's nice. Nicer than she deserves. ]
I'm from a place of eternal winter so I'd do best there, but- Pretty sure all you guys would turn to popsicles. But that's not a bad idea, I'll. Try it.
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[So please don't you give up, Rose!!
Brennan keeps fanning her, listening closely, for both their sakes. She is interested in what Rose has to say, and she thinks that might help Rose somewhat.]
Humans thrive within a very narrow temperature, so I'm inclined to agree with your statement. [She sighs heavily.] I have been thinking about peoples native to the coldest regions on the Earth I am from. That is how uncomfortable the heat makes me: enough to allow myself to hope that thinking of extreme cold will trick my body into thinking it's not as hot as it is.
[This is Brennan's form of self-deprecation. It's... not great, but she's not upset by people's opinions on it. Also, amusing Rose would be a positive right now, so.]
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But is that really true? Some days, she definitely thinks so. Others, there's still a small glimmer of hope. And even if today isn't one of those days, Rose is a pro at faking it until she makes it. ]
Let me know how that works out for you. Because even thinking of home isn't chilling me the way I'd hope it would. In the good or bad ways.
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[And she seems very disappointed by this, like she is letting Rose down. Unacceptable. She must do something!]
If you are able, come with me to my apartment. It is comfortable, and my fennec fox will enjoy the company.
[And surely the opposite is also true.]
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I can probably manage that. Forgot we had foxes in this place... Or, well. Sort of foxes.
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Close enough? [She's Trying!!
She helps Rose up, and even if it means bearing most of her weight on the way there, Brennan will lead her to the apartment, and offer her the couch and whatever cool drink she has in the fridge. Those things, she would do even without Love's influence, but their influence has helped her help a stranger.]