W I T C H

“ If it has such a stupid name, then I can only agree. “

"How malcontent."

[Open]

"People are stupid and petty, not to mention overly optimistic. They cling to their ideas of benevolent guardians - spirits and angels. The truth is much darker. The Outsider is more a watcher than anything else. He offers no guidance, only gives us our toys and watches us at our games."

"Interesting, that magic could run in the blood. In the Isles, we are chosen based on how interesting we are."

Daud pulled a face as he said the word interesting. It was exactly what the Outsider would say about them. Or, rather, fascinating, if he was truly impressed. It irritated the assassin simply to think about it.

He nodded in response to Morrigan’s question of whether they were killed. “I’ve lost plenty of men to hunting and torture from the Overseers over the years. Sometimes, my men find the recordings of the process, or simply their mangled bodies. That’s why most of us have this safeguard now.”

He lifted a cigarette, the only one he had saved. In it was a small suicide pill that he could use as a last resort. Every man among his assassins carried them - in fake teeth, sewn to their collars, or concealed within boots and gloves.

"Bastards," he mumbled, lamenting every good man he had lost.

"I suppose they like their pleasant lies. I admit, I can see the appeal in them, even if I choose to partake in a harsh reality, myself." She scoffed at the idea of benevolent gods, but that didn't mean the idea didn't make sense to her. It's easier to believe that terrible things are part of a grand plan, rather than a random happenstance, and so on, was it not?

"A watcher... now that is the sort of deity that makes sense. Just as unpleasant as an interfering one, but in... a different sort of way."

"Chosen... 'tis such an odd situation. To have magic thrust upon you based on how interesting you are." She hummed, as if in thought.

"Mangled bodies? That sounds... unnecessarily cruel, if I do say so. Mages in my world are frequently hunted if we do not comply with the Chantry-- er, that is the major religious power-- but often their deaths are swift. The templars who hunt apostates have no reason to torture."

What a needlessly cruel practice, Morrigan thought. Often she cared little for her fellow human beings, even mages, but that just sounded excessive. Fools could hunt magic until the world comes to an end and she would understand it (hate it, surely, but understand it) but when superstitious hate turns to torture, she becomes angry.

…

“ It sounds stupid. “

"'Tis probably going to be very stupid."

“ … Then why not call it a dance, and not name it after a child’s plaything? “

...

"I did not name the type of dance. I am simply referring to it by what I was told it was called."

“ Don’t be crazy. That’s the only kind of ball there is. “

"I am referring to a formal dance."

kirkwallmage

"I think its more fun to by one lonesome. Leaving as a twosome is even better do you think not?"

#kirkwallmage #short:hawke

"I think not. I think arriving and leaving alone keeps one looking... mysterious."

“ Why would one be? Who needs a date to play with a toy? “

"That is not the sort of ball I am referring to."

#drmedick #zsófia i stg #ooc;

drmedick replied to your post: This ball. Do tell me a date is...

l et me take you to the dance beautiful lady

*frowns loudly*

enchantedward replied to your post: This ball. Do tell me a date is...

go with hawke wait i need to make a psot…on him…

Hawke!

#enchantedward #ooc;

This ball. Do tell me a date is not... required.

#ca mini #i g uess #ic;

[Open]

"An indicator. The deity known as the Outsider in my world is the true source of my power. Some of us bear the black-eyed bastard’s Mark. A handful every generation. I only know of three others. Collecting his Runes and Bone Charms and meeting him at his Shrines help to increase our ability. Each of us is unique in some way."

He flexed his left hand, the one which bore his brand on its back, and met her eyes. It was strange, to speak of magic and the Outsider to a person who had never heard of them before. The god and his chosen were known throughout the Isles in whispers and children’s stories. Daud himself had been written about in several books as some monster that lurked in the dark.

"A religious group known as the Overseers is searching for us constantly." At the mention of their name, he pulled a face, making known his hatred for the masked, Stricture-thumping soldiers who called Daud and his kind heretics. "As such, we are forced to live on the outskirts of the city. My men and I call the Flooded District home."

"The Outsider, hm? Now that sounds like an interesting deity. Much moreso than the Maker many humans where I'm from worship," she said, eyes fixed still on his hand, as if she may miss something were she to look away.

Finally, however, her gaze shifted back to his face, a much more polite gesture. "Where I come from, magic is inborn, and usually runs in the blood. Some insist it is a gift or curse from their Maker, but some magic is older than tales of the Maker, and even the demons who wish to use mages to enter my world."

She hummed, pensively. "Magic-users are hunted where you are from as well? 'Tis truly the way of things, is it not? Are you killed for possessing those marks, then? I assume so, if your sort are forced outside your cities."

lamenaming

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

lamenaming

Just his luck! He’d hit a pretty lady with his incredible kicking skills. Oh, Masaki. You winner, you! He quickly noted the odd staff she’d pulled out, though did not think much of it other than it possibly being some sort of cane to whack people with. Maybe this person was a lot older than they seemed? Ah, well!

“S…set them aflame?” He repeated, glancing quickly down to his SOCCER UNIFORM and beginning to sweat. Maybe she wouldn’t notice or put two and two together…! Yeah, he’d be fine! Besides, how was she going to set him on fire? Magic?

“Uhm…nope! Don’t see them anywhere.” He smiled, trying to hide the sudden nervous expression on his features. “Must have known you were going to set them on fire and made a run for it! What a shame…” Regaining his composure completely, Kariya held out a hand. “Nice to meet you, however! I’m Kariya Masaki, will your head be okay?”

#lamenaming #t: adopt me but not really #youre welcome and this works great

"Set them aflame, yes. With a spell, preferably. You would recognise a witch when you see one, no?" Of course, her spells were limited in this city, and so she didn't actually have the ability to set anyone on fire here, but she didn't feel it would hurt to poke fun at this boy.

Of course, while she didn't recognise the uniform for what it was (where she comes from, there are none like it), she did guess that this boy was the one who had kicked the soccer ball at her. It just seemed... the most likely scenario, given his nervousness.

Morrigan wouldn't hurt a teenager over something so trivial of course, especially not over something so trivial. A smile crossed her face. "'Tis a shame indeed. That someone should get away with hitting me in the head like that."

She shook the boy's hand. "I am Morrigan. And my head will be just fine. It was more a surprise than anything. I am uninjured."

[Open]

His eyebrows raised slightly when she mentioned that she could control elements. That was another point of interest to him. She couldn’t be a Chosen of the Outsider, then, which was only more intriuging to him. He had thought that, perhaps, the deity dwelled in other worlds and universes, under a different name, but it seemed not. The god was quite a bit smaller than Daud had previously supposed.

Well, now he had to show her. After all, he had brought it up himself. Daud was far too finicky, however, to remove his glove to show her. Instead, he reached toward a quarter sitting on the sidewalk and Pulled it toward him. The Mark on the back of his hand flared, outlined in greens, blues, and yellows through his thick leather gloves.

The quarter shot into his hand. He held it between his two fingers and quietly slipped it into a pocket. That left only one more use of Pull today. He would have to use it well.

Morrigan watched, interested, as Daud yanked a coin from the sidewalk over to him. Now that was a useful little spell. And she assumed he may have more, but also assumed the city had limited his abilities as it had hers, so she did not bother asking for a demonstration of anything else.

And that mark was something she had never seen before. How it managed to shine through leather, that was interesting enough, but the specifics of the colours, and the odd shape. No, she had never seen the like.

"How interesting. Now tell me... is that mark the source of your power, or an indicator of it?"

Strange either way.

Witch Out of Water \\ Open+Intro

mastersnowdrift

The big Pandaren held a hand to one of his long mustache hairs, twirling it about as he considered his meeting with Daylen. “Soon after I arrived in Hive City…I got lost.” He admitted with a shrug of his great shoulders. “I stood out in the crowds, given my height and size, made eye contact with Daylen, and struck up a conversation.” He inclined his head slightly. “I felt he was worth my efforts to befriend, to learn from…and he felt the same from me.”

Snowdrift remembered that conversation fairly well, although some details were eluding him. “He mentioned something about losing Winter’s Breath and having just a simple staff in its place. We spoke of where we came from…and he mentioned you when he spoke of Ferelden.” He bowed slightly. “Had I not met Daylen that day…well, I wonder how well things might have gone for me.”

He allowed the mustache strand to trail back over his chest, resting his hands at his hips. “District Gamma…it’s not a pleasant place, to be certain.” Snowdrift growled slightly. “But compared to the Third District, which you have to go through in order to get to Gamma…it’s a calm spot. There’s almost nonstop fighting above, between members of different criminal organizations and the authorities. The authorities: pheh.” He couldn’t conceal his disgust for them. “In the Third District, the police are just as awful as the criminals they’re allegedly there to catch.”

Snowdrift shook his head after a moment. “I lived in Gamma until recently. I was able to request an upgrade; I found the environment was…not conducive towards my meditation.” He met Morrigan’s eyes and nodded decisively. “Well, in order to get to Gamma, we’ll have to catch the next train around the city, and get off in the Third District.” He pointed down the street towards a distant cluster of tall skyscrapers. “And unless the rest of the First District decides to move, the train station should be down the street and this way.”

#MasterSnowdrift #t: witch out of water ii

"Hm... how like Daylen to make a friend here," she said, looking almost amused, as if making friends were something out of the ordinary, something that only strange people did. How alike and unlike herself she felt, just thinking that way. "He is good company, though. A... worthwhile friend."

"I have lost my staff as well," she remarked, frown tugging on her lips, "as well as much of my magic. This place seems to have drained me of it, though I know not how."

She listened as he described the district in which she would stay, as well as the sector in which it was located. She didn't like the sound of that. Not because she didn't think she could handle some criminals (she was certain she could, she had faced worse than them before) but because she really didn't want to have to. She would prefer somewhere safer, if only because it sounded less inconvenient.

Perhaps she could request an upgrade once she had learned more of the city, and discovered how to do so. For the time being, she would make do with her lot, as was her way.

"The First District moves?" she asked, alarmed. What sort of madhouse was this?

And she had one last question... "Taking the train... is it safe?".

Witch Out of Water \\ Open+Intro

themagehero

"It has been four months for me here, anyway. I have no idea how time would pass in Ferelden right now, or if it would even pass at all."

Even after this time, so many things were still unclear about this city, the scientists, and if he’d ever see his real home again.

"I was brought here roughly… two weeks after our meeting at the Eluvian. Do you think it somehow brought you here? This place certainly is… different from Ferelden.

I do not know why we were brought here. The people in charge claim it was for a ‘social experiment’ but show more signs of being dictators to us than anything else.”

#themagehero #t: witch out of water;

"It seems we truly are in a different world, then," she said, sounding both interested by the idea and frustrated with the situation. "But if no time is passing in other worlds-- namely ours-- then I suppose I have nothing to worry about while I am here."

Or little enough. Not that she'd confess to worrying about anything unless there was something that could be done about it.

"I do not think the Eluvian brought me here. It could not have. This place is far too different from either Ferelden or... my intended destination. There is no way." She sounded serious, but in truth, she wasn't certain. Those 'scientist' fellows, though... It was their fault, wasn't it?

"Dictators? How so?"

enchantedpoofs

Hark an adventure on the train [Open]

enchantedpoofs

"Ahh Morrigan is it? That is a name most magical. I knew a Morrigan once, she was training to be in the magical arts." Edward was fine with most in the magical arts. They helped the citizens of the kingdom and sometimes they entertained him. Though some he had no tolerance for and that was dark magic those who dawdle in it dawdled with death. Edward grimaced for a quick second but he returned back to his smile.

He uncrossed his legs and stood up. He bowed to the woman and winked before grabbing her hand and kissed the back of it. There was something about her that intrigued him and it wasn’t her looks. “I am Edward, Prince of Andalasia.” After he let her hand go he again sat down next to her.

He could feel that she might be getting annoyed with his excessive singing. Most of the people in this fair city had no sense of music in their heart. One day he’ll somebody with a song in their soul for now he should just stop before he gets another knife pointed at his throat.

"Ahh but my dear, do you not enjoy the morning and the adventures it bring? Tell me what do you enjoy then? Maybe a cup of hot tea or possibly stories around the fire about a merry group of men and their adventures to fight a dragon and legions of undead?"

#enchantedward #t: hark an adventure on the train

"My, that is a very interesting coincidence, considering I myself am a... mage." She stopped herself from saying 'witch' because generally that tended to unnerve people. And ordinarily that would be her intention, but this man had been nothing but pleasant thus far.

She was getting soft, she decided. But there was nothing to do for it then.

Morrigan allowed the prince (a prince? hah, how interesting) to kiss her hand and surprisingly did not attempt to whack him with her staff. It was done politely rather than mockingly, a first for her, though that may have had to do with her limited interaction with nobility.

Hm, regardless... She must digress... "A pleasure to meet you, good Prince."

And what did she enjoy? She had kept busy lately, it was hard to recall the last time she'd had too much time for herself.

"I tend to enjoy a book of spells and a homecooked meal. Or perhaps a walk in the marsh where I lived. Tales of dragonslaying do not move me considering I am often the one out battling with the monsters, as of late."

[Open]

"I see."

Daud knew when to duck out of a tangent of conversation, especially where women were concerned. He did some verbal backpedaling in this case, returning rapidly to their mutual skill with witchcraft.

“What else can you do? Are you Marked?” he asked, wondering if she was at all like those who had been chosen by the Outsider to “fascinate him” and make his endless lifetime in the Void more exciting.

The questions came rapid-fire; Daud didn’t particularly care if he was being rude by asking so many. He had never been very apt to heed social mores. In fact, he wished that he had a pen and paper so that he could record all the witch had said thus far. If he was very lucky, there would be some reference material available that he could use to research her powers.

For a moment, he considered showing her his own Mark. If he just used one of his powers, it would shine like a beacon through the leather of his glove.

Morrigan's brow furrowed ever so slightly at the mention of being 'Marked.' She had never heard of magic users having marks of any particular sort. It would presumably make finding apostates in cities easier, though, if they were marked in some clear way. Perhaps witches where this man was from didn't have to worry about being branded apostates.

How curious. But that aside...

"I have no marks to speak of, but I have a variety of other abilities. Elemental magic, which is to say command over ice and fire, is at my disposal, and I am quite adept with entropy as well. Hexes to weaken my foes and horrors to terrify them, and so on."

She took no issue with the questions, and was more than willing to answer them. She saw no reason not to. He was hardly going to run to the templars (there weren't even templars around) and he seemed to know of magic himself. And of course, if there was to be danger, Morrigan was sure she would be able to defend herself well enough against an attack, even with her powers limited as they were.

"Are you... Marked, then?" she asked, curious to know just what that meant.