life according to qara

"Come on... if I wanted to be a zombie, I would have stayed at the Academy." Blog of the baddest sorceress this side of the Sword Coast. If you haven't heard of me, you've probably never pissed me off - congratulations on getting far in life. I don't really have time to answer all your dumb little questions... but seeing as I'm the only one around here who knows anything, I can't blame you for asking. (RP/ask friendly blog for Qara of NWN2 fame! Icon art by Alteya.)

[ultraviolentdoll-deactivated201]

[dontaskqara]

What a curious opportunity this was, Safiya mused as she set out ingredients, waiting for Qara to arrive. She believed Sand when he said the sorceress was dangerous; on the other hand, Qara had readily trusted Safiya with her problem, and had said she would consider taking lessons. Perhaps she preferred a female instructor... or knew a Red Wizard would understand power. No matter. The kitchens were clear, the individuals Qara wished to keep this from were away, and Kaji was standing guard.

Qara scuttled down the hall like some kind of demented crab, eyes wide and hair wilder than usual.

Today was the day. Safiya was going to help her figure out why her powers were on the fritz and who was to blame. In the meantime all Qara had to do was show up, though the journey down to the kitchens had been… an interesting one, to say the least. She’d almost ran into a wall trying to avoid Grobnar, and honestly wasn’t sure if the odor emanating from this end of the hall was coming from the latrines or if Bishop was skulking somewhere nearby (he was a creepy bastard like that), but she wasn’t about to take any chances.

Qara spotted Kaji fluttering outside the kitchens and made a noise like death, beelining for the door and narrowly avoiding smacking the homunculus with her quarterstaff. (She’d brought it just in case she needed to brain any unwitting witnesses.)

The sorceress gave Safiya a look that spoke volumes about her morning so far, and plopped down in a seat across from her new… teacher. “I made it.”

[kajiandsafiya]

"I take it there was some doubt you would?" Safiya asked, with the sympathy appropriate to how frazzled the sorceress appeared. "Take a moment to catch your breath, Qara, then wash your hands thoroughly. We’ll start with flatbreads."

As she finished speaking, Safiya gestured slightly, sealing the kitchens with several of the same spells she used to protection her own rooms against eavesdropping, and to warn her if anyone entered. “There we are. Now, what more can you tell me about the issues with your power? Any changes or notable incidents since we spoke at the ball?” Safiya asked, rolling up her sleeves.

[dontaskqara]

"Oh yeah," Qara muttered, chin in hand. "Thought I’d never make it. It’s like everyone and their dog is conspiring to make this as difficult as possible. Or… maybe I’m just being paranoid," she admitted, shrugging.

"I—it’s not different, really." The sorceress ran a frustrated hand through her hair and locked eyes with Safiya. "I mean, it’s the same as before. I go to light something up—a bunch of crates, maybe, or some sorry bastard on the Docks—and nothing happens. I can feel the magic inside me, but sometimes when I get ready to unleash it it just… fizzles out.”

Qara leveled a desperate look at her friend. “The other day some cutpurse tried to pull one over on me, and I actually had to hit her. With my fists!" She scoffed, as if resorting to physical violence was a new low. It certainly felt like it.

"Do you think— I mean, can you help me?" Qara asked, uncharacteristically quiet. "Without my magic, I’m nothing. It can’t go on like this.”

[kajiandsafiya]

" ‘Just’ paranoia?" Safiya asked, smiling. "It is the greatest tool for survival that I know; think twice before you discount it. It is very possible to interfere with a sorcerer’s magic, and as I understand the matter, there is no shortage of people who consider you a threat and would have the means to do so." She washed her hands thoroughly and started cleaning a bench to work on.

She said nothing for a moment after Qara’s appeal, regarding the girl with a thoughtful expression. “If the problem is externally imposed,” Safiya said, “then, yes, I can probably help. It would take a very powerful and very clever mage to create something I could neither overpower nor outthink.” The Red Wizard offered Qara a wry little smile. “With all due modesty, of course.”

She set down a canister of flour and grabbed a pitcher of water. “If, on the other hand, it’s an internal issue… that’s rather harder to deal with. It depends why you’re blocked, and how much you’re willing to trust me, and how much work you’re willing to put in to resolve it. It should be solvable - most things are, given enough time and determination - but I will freely admit I do not know as much about that area. So. The first step is to determine exactly what’s going on.”

Safiya gestured to one of the bread ovens, which was already stacked with firewood. “Would you light that for me, please?”

[dontaskqara]

"People—jealous people—have every reason to want to drag me down,” Qara affirmed. She was glad to have someone on her side for once. It felt… nice. “And they ought to consider me a threat,” she said, “but not because of my control. I know what I’m doing. When I light someone on fire, I’m not doing it ‘cause I can’t control myself. I’m doing it because they need to be taught a lesson.”

The sorceress grinned at Safiya’s acknowledgment of her own abilities. It was a rare wizard who boasted of their power and had the wherewithal to back it up. They were usually too busy sucking… or else they refused to admit how much stronger they were than everybody else for fear of scaring the norms, which in Qara’s estimation was just as bad.

The teen clapped her hands together, eager to get started. She stared at the oven like it was Grobnar on a good day and felt her heart race as the distinctive tingle of magic made itself known. She reached for it, dipping into the well of power within her… but it was sluggish, somehow, wet and heavy like molasses… brow furrowed, Qara concentrated harder, willing the magic to beat in time with her blood as it had always done—

And… nothing. Not a damn spark. Qara cursed. “It’s like it smacks into a brick wall!” she moaned.

[kajiandsafiya]

"A very brief, very pointed lesson," Safiya said dryly, in response to Qara’s comment about immolating people in the cause of education. She really was rather resistant to the notion of learning further control, wasn’t she? Well, Safiya had fullest confidence in her ability to get around that eventually. "You may have heard that ancient Thayan proverb: ‘Give a man a fire, and he’s warm for a night. Set fire to him, and he’s warm for the rest of his life.’ "

The Red Wizard hushed, watching carefully as Qara attempted to light the oven. At first all seemed well - but nothing happened, and the girl frowned, clearly redoubling her efforts before she gave up.

"So you definitely experience the problem as an obstruction?" Safiya asked. "The magic is there and answers as it should, but cannot reach your intended target?" She rubbed at her scalp, thinking. "How does it compare to your experiences with the animus elemental?" There were other ways to block a sorcerer’s power or leech it from them, but that one, at least, would give them a basis for comparison. "I would also like to cast Mordenkainen’s Disjunction upon you; it can be defeated by several means, but there’s nothing better for dealing with most unknown enchantments."

[dontaskqara]

Qara snorted at 'warm for the rest of his life', her irritation giving way to amusement as Safiya spoke. Still, the sorceress found herself glaring balefully at the oven and its distinct lack of being totally on fire.

She shuddered at the memory of the animus elemental and the circumstances surrounding its inception. Frikking Luskans and their frikking zombiemongering. “I didn’t want to think about it, but yeah. That thing… it was a sad copy of me, but it was still pretty strong. It’s not something I wanna fight again anytime soon.” Qara admitted, losing a little of her bluster. “But nothing’s attacked me or the Keep or anyone. You don’t think something’s out there waiting for us, do you? ‘Cause I’ll kick it’s ass.”

The sorceress paled a little at Safiya’s spellcasting suggestion. Mordecai’s Dysfunction… or was it Mordencammen’s Disruption..? sounded familiar. It also sounded textbooky. “I… guess,” Qara conceded, never mind that she didn’t know what it was or did. “But only ‘cause it’s you!”

[kajiandsafiya]

"Qara," Safiya chided, very gently, "assume that something or someone is always waiting for a chance at you. It may not be as overt here as in Thay, but you have power, and power always attracts enemies of one form or another. Moreover, you’ve said yourself that you’re nothing without your powers - which is a fair assumption for any spellcaster - and that they are currently unreliable. Be aware that you’re vulnerable right now, and don’t let yourself get cornered or goaded into a position where you have to fight before you can effectively ‘kick ass’.”

She shook her head very slightly, smiling at Qara’s expression when she named the spell. Safiya had been a teacher for far too long to miss ‘um, I don’t know that one, but maybe if I don’t say anything she won’t notice I don’t know it.’. "My thanks for your trust," she said, "but, really, teacher or no, you shouldn’t just agree to let someone else cast a spell you’re unfamiliar with around you. For all you know, you just agreed to let me siphon off all your power - and I will let you know that casting Mordenkainen’s Disjunction at another person is a very strong opening to a challenge, significantly decreasing the odds of an effective retaliation. You see," Safiya said, "it breaks every spell in its radius into its component parts, thereby ending most magical effects - similar to most dispel magic variants, but much more powerful. If there’s a spell affecting you, it should be broken; it will also strip all but the strongest enchantments from items. If you’ve anything of that nature on you, you should probably remove it before I cast.”

She tilted her head, studying Qara. “I’m not lecturing too much, am I? It’s an occupational hazard.”

[dontaskqara]

Qara's cheeks reddened at Safiya's chastisement. She was right, of course. You didn't just let another mage (wizard or no) cast an unknown spell at you... no matter how much you thought you trusted them. And maybe reacting to every single slight with violence when her powers were on the fritz wasn't the smartest idea. "It's hard for me to admit there are things I don't know, much less things I need to know. But I'm trying." The sorceress even paid (a little) attention when Safiya explained what exactly Mordenkainen's Disjunction was used for. That had to be worth, like, at least ten personal growth points. Right?

"And no worries," Qara grinned, puffing her chest. "I've spent years being lectured by boring old fogies. Sometimes I can even stay awake!" (Boasting probably wasn't what Safiya was looking for, but hell, she could only give so much.)

Taking stock of her magical equipment, Qara quickly slid an assortment of enchanted rings from her fingers. She yanked her Belt of Lesser Healing off and stepped out of her boots. An amulet, a few phylacteries, her Circlet of Blasting and... "Looks like that's it."

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. Hit me!"

[annalyticall]

More text posts because why not 

Part 1 | Part 2

[wardenmcpherson]

[dontaskqara]

What a curious opportunity this was, Safiya mused as she set out ingredients, waiting for Qara to arrive. She believed Sand when he said the sorceress was dangerous; on the other hand, Qara had readily trusted Safiya with her problem, and had said she would consider taking lessons. Perhaps she preferred a female instructor... or knew a Red Wizard would understand power. No matter. The kitchens were clear, the individuals Qara wished to keep this from were away, and Kaji was standing guard.

Qara scuttled down the hall like some kind of demented crab, eyes wide and hair wilder than usual.

Today was the day. Safiya was going to help her figure out why her powers were on the fritz and who was to blame. In the meantime all Qara had to do was show up, though the journey down to the kitchens had been… an interesting one, to say the least. She’d almost ran into a wall trying to avoid Grobnar, and honestly wasn’t sure if the odor emanating from this end of the hall was coming from the latrines or if Bishop was skulking somewhere nearby (he was a creepy bastard like that), but she wasn’t about to take any chances.

Qara spotted Kaji fluttering outside the kitchens and made a noise like death, beelining for the door and narrowly avoiding smacking the homunculus with her quarterstaff. (She’d brought it just in case she needed to brain any unwitting witnesses.)

The sorceress gave Safiya a look that spoke volumes about her morning so far, and plopped down in a seat across from her new… teacher. “I made it.”

[kajiandsafiya]

"I take it there was some doubt you would?" Safiya asked, with the sympathy appropriate to how frazzled the sorceress appeared. "Take a moment to catch your breath, Qara, then wash your hands thoroughly. We’ll start with flatbreads."

As she finished speaking, Safiya gestured slightly, sealing the kitchens with several of the same spells she used to protection her own rooms against eavesdropping, and to warn her if anyone entered. “There we are. Now, what more can you tell me about the issues with your power? Any changes or notable incidents since we spoke at the ball?” Safiya asked, rolling up her sleeves.

[dontaskqara]

"Oh yeah," Qara muttered, chin in hand. "Thought I’d never make it. It’s like everyone and their dog is conspiring to make this as difficult as possible. Or… maybe I’m just being paranoid," she admitted, shrugging.

"I—it’s not different, really." The sorceress ran a frustrated hand through her hair and locked eyes with Safiya. "I mean, it’s the same as before. I go to light something up—a bunch of crates, maybe, or some sorry bastard on the Docks—and nothing happens. I can feel the magic inside me, but sometimes when I get ready to unleash it it just… fizzles out.”

Qara leveled a desperate look at her friend. “The other day some cutpurse tried to pull one over on me, and I actually had to hit her. With my fists!" She scoffed, as if resorting to physical violence was a new low. It certainly felt like it.

"Do you think— I mean, can you help me?" Qara asked, uncharacteristically quiet. "Without my magic, I’m nothing. It can’t go on like this.”

[kajiandsafiya]

" ‘Just’ paranoia?" Safiya asked, smiling. "It is the greatest tool for survival that I know; think twice before you discount it. It is very possible to interfere with a sorcerer’s magic, and as I understand the matter, there is no shortage of people who consider you a threat and would have the means to do so." She washed her hands thoroughly and started cleaning a bench to work on.

She said nothing for a moment after Qara’s appeal, regarding the girl with a thoughtful expression. “If the problem is externally imposed,” Safiya said, “then, yes, I can probably help. It would take a very powerful and very clever mage to create something I could neither overpower nor outthink.” The Red Wizard offered Qara a wry little smile. “With all due modesty, of course.”

She set down a canister of flour and grabbed a pitcher of water. “If, on the other hand, it’s an internal issue… that’s rather harder to deal with. It depends why you’re blocked, and how much you’re willing to trust me, and how much work you’re willing to put in to resolve it. It should be solvable - most things are, given enough time and determination - but I will freely admit I do not know as much about that area. So. The first step is to determine exactly what’s going on.”

Safiya gestured to one of the bread ovens, which was already stacked with firewood. “Would you light that for me, please?”

[dontaskqara]

"People—jealous people—have every reason to want to drag me down,” Qara affirmed. She was glad to have someone on her side for once. It felt… nice. “And they ought to consider me a threat,” she said, “but not because of my control. I know what I’m doing. When I light someone on fire, I’m not doing it ‘cause I can’t control myself. I’m doing it because they need to be taught a lesson.”

The sorceress grinned at Safiya’s acknowledgment of her own abilities. It was a rare wizard who boasted of their power and had the wherewithal to back it up. They were usually too busy sucking… or else they refused to admit how much stronger they were than everybody else for fear of scaring the norms, which in Qara’s estimation was just as bad.

The teen clapped her hands together, eager to get started. She stared at the oven like it was Grobnar on a good day and felt her heart race as the distinctive tingle of magic made itself known. She reached for it, dipping into the well of power within her… but it was sluggish, somehow, wet and heavy like molasses… brow furrowed, Qara concentrated harder, willing the magic to beat in time with her blood as it had always done—

And… nothing. Not a damn spark. Qara cursed. “It’s like it smacks into a brick wall!” she moaned.

[kajiandsafiya]

"A very brief, very pointed lesson," Safiya said dryly, in response to Qara’s comment about immolating people in the cause of education. She really was rather resistant to the notion of learning further control, wasn’t she? Well, Safiya had fullest confidence in her ability to get around that eventually. "You may have heard that ancient Thayan proverb: ‘Give a man a fire, and he’s warm for a night. Set fire to him, and he’s warm for the rest of his life.’ "

The Red Wizard hushed, watching carefully as Qara attempted to light the oven. At first all seemed well - but nothing happened, and the girl frowned, clearly redoubling her efforts before she gave up.

"So you definitely experience the problem as an obstruction?" Safiya asked. "The magic is there and answers as it should, but cannot reach your intended target?" She rubbed at her scalp, thinking. "How does it compare to your experiences with the animus elemental?" There were other ways to block a sorcerer’s power or leech it from them, but that one, at least, would give them a basis for comparison. "I would also like to cast Mordenkainen’s Disjunction upon you; it can be defeated by several means, but there’s nothing better for dealing with most unknown enchantments."

[dontaskqara]

Qara snorted at 'warm for the rest of his life', her irritation giving way to amusement as Safiya spoke. Still, the sorceress found herself glaring balefully at the oven and its distinct lack of being totally on fire.

She shuddered at the memory of the animus elemental and the circumstances surrounding its inception. Frikking Luskans and their frikking zombiemongering. "I didn't want to think about it, but yeah. That thing... it was a sad copy of me, but it was still pretty strong. It's not something I wanna fight again anytime soon." Qara admitted, losing a little of her bluster. "But nothing's attacked me or the Keep or anyone. You don't think something's out there waiting for us, do you? 'Cause I'll kick it's ass."

The sorceress paled a little at Safiya's spellcasting suggestion. Mordecai's Dysfunction... or was it Mordencammen's Disruption..? sounded familiar. It also sounded textbooky. "I... guess," Qara conceded, never mind that she didn't know what it was or did. "But only 'cause it's you!"

[lilllayk]

[dontaskqara]

What a curious opportunity this was, Safiya mused as she set out ingredients, waiting for Qara to arrive. She believed Sand when he said the sorceress was dangerous; on the other hand, Qara had readily trusted Safiya with her problem, and had said she would consider taking lessons. Perhaps she preferred a female instructor... or knew a Red Wizard would understand power. No matter. The kitchens were clear, the individuals Qara wished to keep this from were away, and Kaji was standing guard.

Qara scuttled down the hall like some kind of demented crab, eyes wide and hair wilder than usual.

Today was the day. Safiya was going to help her figure out why her powers were on the fritz and who was to blame. In the meantime all Qara had to do was show up, though the journey down to the kitchens had been… an interesting one, to say the least. She’d almost ran into a wall trying to avoid Grobnar, and honestly wasn’t sure if the odor emanating from this end of the hall was coming from the latrines or if Bishop was skulking somewhere nearby (he was a creepy bastard like that), but she wasn’t about to take any chances.

Qara spotted Kaji fluttering outside the kitchens and made a noise like death, beelining for the door and narrowly avoiding smacking the homunculus with her quarterstaff. (She’d brought it just in case she needed to brain any unwitting witnesses.)

The sorceress gave Safiya a look that spoke volumes about her morning so far, and plopped down in a seat across from her new… teacher. “I made it.”

[kajiandsafiya]

"I take it there was some doubt you would?" Safiya asked, with the sympathy appropriate to how frazzled the sorceress appeared. "Take a moment to catch your breath, Qara, then wash your hands thoroughly. We’ll start with flatbreads."

As she finished speaking, Safiya gestured slightly, sealing the kitchens with several of the same spells she used to protection her own rooms against eavesdropping, and to warn her if anyone entered. “There we are. Now, what more can you tell me about the issues with your power? Any changes or notable incidents since we spoke at the ball?” Safiya asked, rolling up her sleeves.

[dontaskqara]

"Oh yeah," Qara muttered, chin in hand. "Thought I’d never make it. It’s like everyone and their dog is conspiring to make this as difficult as possible. Or… maybe I’m just being paranoid," she admitted, shrugging.

"I—it’s not different, really." The sorceress ran a frustrated hand through her hair and locked eyes with Safiya. "I mean, it’s the same as before. I go to light something up—a bunch of crates, maybe, or some sorry bastard on the Docks—and nothing happens. I can feel the magic inside me, but sometimes when I get ready to unleash it it just… fizzles out.”

Qara leveled a desperate look at her friend. “The other day some cutpurse tried to pull one over on me, and I actually had to hit her. With my fists!" She scoffed, as if resorting to physical violence was a new low. It certainly felt like it.

"Do you think— I mean, can you help me?" Qara asked, uncharacteristically quiet. "Without my magic, I’m nothing. It can’t go on like this.”

[kajiandsafiya]

" ‘Just’ paranoia?" Safiya asked, smiling. "It is the greatest tool for survival that I know; think twice before you discount it. It is very possible to interfere with a sorcerer’s magic, and as I understand the matter, there is no shortage of people who consider you a threat and would have the means to do so." She washed her hands thoroughly and started cleaning a bench to work on.

She said nothing for a moment after Qara’s appeal, regarding the girl with a thoughtful expression. “If the problem is externally imposed,” Safiya said, “then, yes, I can probably help. It would take a very powerful and very clever mage to create something I could neither overpower nor outthink.” The Red Wizard offered Qara a wry little smile. “With all due modesty, of course.”

She set down a canister of flour and grabbed a pitcher of water. “If, on the other hand, it’s an internal issue… that’s rather harder to deal with. It depends why you’re blocked, and how much you’re willing to trust me, and how much work you’re willing to put in to resolve it. It should be solvable - most things are, given enough time and determination - but I will freely admit I do not know as much about that area. So. The first step is to determine exactly what’s going on.”

Safiya gestured to one of the bread ovens, which was already stacked with firewood. “Would you light that for me, please?”

[dontaskqara]

"People--jealous people--have every reason to want to drag me down," Qara affirmed. She was glad to have someone on her side for once. It felt... nice. "And they ought to consider me a threat," she said, "but not because of my control. I know what I'm doing. When I light someone on fire, I'm not doing it 'cause I can't control myself. I'm doing it because they need to be taught a lesson."

The sorceress grinned at Safiya's acknowledgment of her own abilities. It was a rare wizard who boasted of their power and had the wherewithal to back it up. They were usually too busy sucking... or else they refused to admit how much stronger they were than everybody else for fear of scaring the norms, which in Qara's estimation was just as bad.

The teen clapped her hands together, eager to get started. She stared at the oven like it was Grobnar on a good day and felt her heart race as the distinctive tingle of magic made itself known. She reached for it, dipping into the well of power within her... but it was sluggish, somehow, wet and heavy like molasses... brow furrowed, Qara concentrated harder, willing the magic to beat in time with her blood as it had always done--

And... nothing. Not a damn spark. Qara cursed. "It's like it smacks into a brick wall!" she moaned.

[dontaskqara]

What a curious opportunity this was, Safiya mused as she set out ingredients, waiting for Qara to arrive. She believed Sand when he said the sorceress was dangerous; on the other hand, Qara had readily trusted Safiya with her problem, and had said she would consider taking lessons. Perhaps she preferred a female instructor... or knew a Red Wizard would understand power. No matter. The kitchens were clear, the individuals Qara wished to keep this from were away, and Kaji was standing guard.

Qara scuttled down the hall like some kind of demented crab, eyes wide and hair wilder than usual.

Today was the day. Safiya was going to help her figure out why her powers were on the fritz and who was to blame. In the meantime all Qara had to do was show up, though the journey down to the kitchens had been… an interesting one, to say the least. She’d almost ran into a wall trying to avoid Grobnar, and honestly wasn’t sure if the odor emanating from this end of the hall was coming from the latrines or if Bishop was skulking somewhere nearby (he was a creepy bastard like that), but she wasn’t about to take any chances.

Qara spotted Kaji fluttering outside the kitchens and made a noise like death, beelining for the door and narrowly avoiding smacking the homunculus with her quarterstaff. (She’d brought it just in case she needed to brain any unwitting witnesses.)

The sorceress gave Safiya a look that spoke volumes about her morning so far, and plopped down in a seat across from her new… teacher. “I made it.”

[kajiandsafiya]

"I take it there was some doubt you would?" Safiya asked, with the sympathy appropriate to how frazzled the sorceress appeared. "Take a moment to catch your breath, Qara, then wash your hands thoroughly. We’ll start with flatbreads."

As she finished speaking, Safiya gestured slightly, sealing the kitchens with several of the same spells she used to protection her own rooms against eavesdropping, and to warn her if anyone entered. “There we are. Now, what more can you tell me about the issues with your power? Any changes or notable incidents since we spoke at the ball?” Safiya asked, rolling up her sleeves.

[dontaskqara]

"Oh yeah," Qara muttered, chin in hand. "Thought I'd never make it. It's like everyone and their dog is conspiring to make this as difficult as possible. Or... maybe I'm just being paranoid," she admitted, shrugging.

"I--it's not different, really." The sorceress ran a frustrated hand through her hair and locked eyes with Safiya. "I mean, it's the same as before. I go to light something up--a bunch of crates, maybe, or some sorry bastard on the Docks--and nothing happens. I can feel the magic inside me, but sometimes when I get ready to unleash it it just... fizzles out."

Qara leveled a desperate look at her friend. "The other day some cutpurse tried to pull one over on me, and I actually had to hit her. With my fists!" She scoffed, as if resorting to physical violence was a new low. It certainly felt like it.

"Do you think-- I mean, can you help me?" Qara asked, uncharacteristically quiet. "Without my magic, I'm nothing. It can't go on like this."

[dontaskqara]

What a curious opportunity this was, Safiya mused as she set out ingredients, waiting for Qara to arrive. She believed Sand when he said the sorceress was dangerous; on the other hand, Qara had readily trusted Safiya with her problem, and had said she would consider taking lessons. Perhaps she preferred a female instructor... or knew a Red Wizard would understand power. No matter. The kitchens were clear, the individuals Qara wished to keep this from were away, and Kaji was standing guard.

Qara scuttled down the hall like some kind of demented crab, eyes wide and hair wilder than usual.

Today was the day. Safiya was going to help her figure out why her powers were on the fritz and who was to blame. In the meantime all Qara had to do was show up, though the journey down to the kitchens had been... an interesting one, to say the least. She'd almost ran into a wall trying to avoid Grobnar, and honestly wasn't sure if the odor emanating from this end of the hall was coming from the latrines or if Bishop was skulking somewhere nearby (he was a creepy bastard like that), but she wasn't about to take any chances.

Qara spotted Kaji fluttering outside the kitchens and made a noise like death, beelining for the door and narrowly avoiding smacking the homunculus with her quarterstaff. (She'd brought it just in case she needed to brain any unwitting witnesses.)

The sorceress gave Safiya a look that spoke volumes about her morning so far, and plopped down in a seat across from her new... teacher. "I made it."

[become-legend]

*obsesses over underdeveloped characters* if your writers won’t love you, I will.

[dontaskqara]

by Arenoth

[vertigomez]

[dontaskqara]

1. She’s A Lady; Forever The Sickest Kids // 2. Bad Reputation; Joan Jett // 3. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘Em Up); Fall Out Boy // 4. When I Grow Up; Garbage // 5. Miss Murder; AFI // 6. Daddy’s Little Defect; Sugarcult // 7. Everybody’s Watching Me (Uh Oh); The...

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[dontaskqara]

"You could be," Qara said, her voice carrying over the din of rowdy drunks and sore losers by sheer force of will. Locking eyes wth the leggy blonde on the other side of the room, the sorceress raised a single eyebrow. "On fire, that is."

The tavern was loud and reeked of ale and sweat, and mostly Qara went there to drown her sorrows, not to mingle with the plebs. Every now and then, though... every now and then someone interesting showed up.

Planting herself in a chair opposite the stranger, Qara tossed her coinpurse on the table and asked, "Wanna try your luck?"

[dontaskqara]

"With a sharp tongue and a short fuse, Qara has a large fiery personality trapped in a petite body. While her clothes are elegant and sophisticated, her crimson hair is short and disheveled, the result of her constantly running her hands through her hair in moments of emotion. Qara wears her passion visibly; her white cheeks blush red when she’s mad and her hands move with her words when she’s excited. Her large green eyes are often rolling in frustration as rarely a moment goes by when something doesn’t annoy or outright anger her."

qara's in-game character description (◡‿◡✿)

[dontaskqara]

((OOC: I'm trying desperately to get my muse back in gear but lately it's felt like a dry, dead prune. :( I am so sorry, ladies and gents! Y'all are lovely people -- a joy to RP with -- and Qara's still my precious hothead. This is wholly my own writer's block, and when I get in that headspace it's like I'd rather not write than write something I'm not satisfied with, if that makes sense? I've no plans to go anywhere, this is just an explanation for why this blog's been so sluggish lately. MUN, TO THE PROMPT-GENERATOR-MOBILE! edit: I feel like I should add that I'm not just having trouble with my RP blogs -- I'm also trying to write this big-ass missive (to no one, lolol) on cthonic deities that I'd like to turn into a book some day, but it's like WRINGING BLOOD FROM A TURNIP. Brain, y u no work?))

[dontaskqara]

((OOC: I’m trying desperately to get my muse back in gear but lately it’s felt like a dry, dead prune. :( I am so sorry, ladies and gents! Y’all are lovely people — a joy to RP with — and Qara’s still my precious hothead. This is wholly my own writer’s block, and when I get in...

[dontaskqara]

((Always, and I am always grateful for them!))

[cupcakes-vs-muffins]