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( a-small-mini-arc )
✨ @theharbingerofflames ✨
Hmm?
*Cyran notices unexpected movement in the study as he stands by his wardrobe. He gently closes its doors and carefully steps through the door connecting the two rooms.*
And who might still have business with me at this hour?
Ah. It is... you? Merlin.
Or rather ... one of many.
(There's a the sound of something soft falling onto the desk and a small, trembling, plushie of Linnie crawls it's way over to the court mage and curls up beside his hand, seemingly only intent on being a cuddlebug)
[ @themiscellaneousarchive ]
!!
...
Again one of those plush toys. If only I knew better how to safeguard this place against them. It may not have been bad intent on its part, but I would rather not be involved in yet another incident again.
But at least it seems this one isn't as active as my own small self.
Magister Linnie, if I am not mistaken. You have not given me the impression of someone dangerous to me... but I do hope you won't mind a small precaution.
*Cyran casts a spell, keeping small Linnie tied to the desk.*
There. Let me write to your real self, perhaps he is looking for you. And while I continue to work, you may watch.
*Cyran gives the still shaking mini a strangely dismissive pat that has way more affection in it than intended.*
Magister Cyran, I have brought your tea as you requested- *pauses upon seeing the crowd of plushies he has*
What in the world is going on here?
Wonderful, you may place it here. Do not mind these creatures. Their presence here is temporary.
*As Anon is about to place the tea onto the table, the golden fluffy one gently grabs another heavy book and pulls it out of the way. Faint 'wehs' of labor accompany its effort.*
This one certainly does try to be helpful. Out of all the plush guests I have, this one certainly shows the greatest intelligence.
*The tea has been placed but Anon studies the other creatures as well. Anon glances down onto one snuggled up closely just by the edge of the table, much like a cat, right in front of Cyran.*
Ah, this one here, a small replica of Magister Linnie. Quiet. Perhaps a bit nervous about me leaving, isn't that so? It'll try to be close to the golden one, however, if I am away from the table. At least it's not getting into my way as I work.
*Anon then points over to another one, sitting at the right hand side, behind another stack of books.*
The wailing one. It failed to knock me out when it arrived and since has been switching between pouting and crying. It is muted, of course, and I am glad that those tears are of no real substance.
To prevent flooding of my study I would have had to place it into a fish bowl.
*Finally Anon gives a raised eyebrow at the perpetually worming one.*
That's the restless one. It has been trying to breach my little magical enclosure ever since I placed it here. I am rather inclined to simply put it outside and watch it crawl into its own demi-- !!
-- Dura Above! It is... moving on the very boundary of my magic!
*In his surprise Cyran heavily squeezes down on mini-Linnie but the whimper doesn't appear to be one of dismay. After hours of pressing against the magical barrier, Snek just managed to crawl upwards, alongside an invisible wall before it turns again to worm against gravity, up-side-down, to the other end of the table. It squeals 'SNEK' in excitement.*
As stupid as I thought this one was, that is certainly a strange achievement.
A rather irritating achievement, too. I hope you are taken back soon, or I shall commit to my jest earlier and burn you all.
*Anon just stares in awe of all these cute guests but dares not mention it. Instead, they bow and silently retreat.*
CHUCKS MINI MERLIN AT YOU WITH LETHAL FORCE
*The mini enters Cyran's study in mid-air, whizzing at him at high speed. Cyran flinches instinctively.*
Hmph!!
Hmmm.
*But it's speed is reduced so much that it does nothing but gently brush against his face and then drop down onto the table.*
Ah, excellent. The additional ward works perfectly. All items, animate or inanimate, will not be able to touch me with a force stronger than defined. Not in here, at least.
I am slowly beginning to think I am meant to use these for certain purposes.
It is rather cold in here and I had trouble with the wood in the fireplace recently. Perhaps... ?
*The new addition starts to wail immediately (perhaps because it failed in its task to take Cyran out), mini-Linnie starts to shake and the soft purring of the golden furball stops. Only Snek continues to worm against the magical barrier as if nothing has happened.*
*Cyran has stood absent-mindedly just in front of Cynthia's serpentarium, lost in his own thoughts. When they slowly return to shallower waters and he is able to perceive his surroundings again, something catches his eye behind the glass.*
*A small red snake tail seems to have just disappeared in the shrubs. Cynthia was brown, not red. Trying to catch that anomaly again, Cyran stands for a while until Cynthia delivers what he wanted to find.*
*Alongside the slow and graceful slither of Cynthia, a small miniature of a girl in snake-onesie emerges and together they move about the ground of the serpentarium like a strange pair of twins.*
How -- by the G҉r҉e҉a҉t҉ ҉W҉i҉l҉l҉ -- have you gotten in there?!
...
Well, at least it appears you in your ridiculous disguise have managed to become friends with Cynthia.
Unfortunately you cannot stay there. You shall join the other one on the table.
*Cyran takes a moment to cast his spell, trying to reach for the strange miniature through the thick glass before pulling it through a small portal and placing it right onto the table of his study.*
Now, stay there.
...
..
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I don't think I recognize you. Who do you belong to?
(There's a shuffling sound as something small waddles up to Cyran's side. Sat there, trying to chew on the tail end of his sleeves is a mini of a moth wilder in lightbearer armour)
"Om nom nom"
(there's a small tag attached on to a necklace that reads: If escaped from containment, please return to The Archive @themiscellaneousarchive )
?!
No, get off there! Gah.
*In a first instinctive reaction Cyran tries to shake the creature off but it won't budge.*
...
*After a moment of observation, he then takes the tag from the plush.*
"The Archive"? It seems I have heard this before...
*As he mumbles to himself, he steps onto the body of the creature with some care to then pin it down with a spell by his staff. It may hold on to his sleeve with dedication but its little jaw is not powerful enough to hold the fabric against Cyran's own strength. The mage grabs the end of his sleeve and pulls it carefully out of the creatures mouth.*
Now, while you are down there, complaining, ... allow me a minute to recollect "the Archives" location, so that I can send you back to where you belong.
I didn't know you were opening a daycare, Mr. Cyran. You don't look like much of a nanny 🤔
I can't say I expected to see myself hoarding plush toys either. A strange occurrence but not entirely inexplicable.
This study of mine is only partly rooted in reality. A substantial part of it is altered and anchored by magic and, by my observations, thus allows bridges with other realities.
The more such bridges are being used, the more solidified they become for even less capable travelers.
But alas, that such plain creatures should be able to appear here in such numbers? I might as well expect to see foreign houseplants here soon.
« It seems that a lot of those plushies love you…just be careful to not get knocked out again. I’ve heard that the second concussion is the more deadly and I might have carry you again if that happen…not that you are heavy in the first place either." magister Kalix
Ah, please, Magister, why bring up the past when there is nothing more to worry about?
Though I am a little surprised to hear you say that about my weight... I am a grown man and judging from your own built I did not expect you to lift me so effortlessly without magic. Ha. Credit where credit is due, I suppose.
Regardles... these creatures are of no danger to me. I may have had to learn my lesson but I did learn it and won't forget it.
