[log] Noisy Black, Part One [closed]

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Characters: anyone who signed up for the Noisy Black event
Location: an office building
Date: Morning and Day 260
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: nothing of note for this part, please note any specific things that happen in the comment sections of your posts

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[thewarningafter]

[Stephen's restless in the conversational lull -- he should sit down, conserve his energy. Meditate and quiet his mind. Instead he's pacing again, idly shaking out his hands now and then. He glances over at Royce when he speaks, momentarily not getting what he's on about.]

...Magic. The, uh...eldritch whip, with ninety eight percent less whip. It should be easy, but.

[Shrug. It's been this way since he got to Norfinbury.]

[bywolves]

[ There's a question he wants to ask, but he doesn't want to call attention to Stephen's hands. Stephen has done a decent job of keeping the half-elf thing down low, despite the death-price blabbing. Royce respects it enough. ]

That's what I thought. [ Royce sinks further down against the bars - he's too tired to really move far away from them. Or the floor. ] You can do that much, here? It's more than the nothing most people can do.

[thewarningafter]

[You don't even need hands to do magic, Royce, it was a whole mental hurdle Stephen had to get over.]

I know. It's like...I've forgotten how to align. Like it's there but out of reach.

[But thank you for pointing out it's more than other people can do; that's a nice little ego stroke despite everything and he's relishing the attention despite his apparent nonchalance.]

[bywolves]

[ That's why he wants to ask, because hands are a thing you need to do magic in his own world, but. This is the price of being somewhat respectful. ]

I wonder why you can do a semblance of the Art, but I feel like like I'm constantly wearing earmuffs. [ Royce sounds grouchy about this. He's almost forgotten what it's like to have enhanced senses. ]

[thewarningafter]

The Art, huh?

[He's not surprised to hear Royce's world has some form of magic. So many do, and Royce is basically something out of Tolkien anyway.]

I don't get it, either. Maybe it's like...Davesprite still floats, but he doesn't fly. It's not a complete loss across the board.

[bywolves]

That's what it's called. [ Royce says, disgruntled. A beat, and then, quieter: ] Just enough to keep us under control, then.

[ He curls up a little more tightly against the bars. ]

[thewarningafter]

...Yep.

[Stephen's real quiet when he says it himself. He doesn't try using magic on the bars again.]