lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 18, 2011 18:59:59 GMT -6
Hans sighed, and looked at Dago. Well, he looked genuine, but he had looked genuine that night too, and he'd been a fucking liar. Of course. Well, whatever. He might as well hear him out. He had to, or the ice would never go away. Dago was the only person he could go to for this issue, too, as much as it bugged him.
"Why didn't you have much choice? And fine, what's going on, then? Why is there ice everywhere I go? Why is it filling my apartment? I feel like I'm going to get hypothermia and die or something, and I really don't want that to happen. I'm too young and good-looking to die!" Hans said, getting a little panicked-sounding as he went on.
He ignored Dago's apology, at least for now. Maybe he'd forgive him, if he got a good enough answer. But now, he didn't have an information. He couldn't forgive Dago.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 18, 2011 19:08:46 GMT -6
“I had to leave, everyone thought I was dead,” he said, “I--,” he trailed off, stopping himself before he mentioned that if he told the whole truth, Hans might have panicked and killed them both.
Hans needed to calm down, but Dago didn’t figure throwing cold water on him or something was going to help. Hans was already mad at him.
“Look, calm down and I’ll… explain,” he said, hesitating before he said he’d explain everything.
There was plenty he could explain now, but there was still a lot he hadn’t even told anyone but Marian, things that he didn’t want out. He paused to think through a good explanation; hopefully avoiding anything that would lead to questions about Dago’s own origin.
“Look, you know how adrenaline kicks in when one is in danger?” he asked, “For some people, a strong enough trigger will cause… well, it’ll break a seal in their bodies that prevented them from using magic.”
He’d normally try to explain more in depth, but he didn’t figure that Hans wouldn’t believe him. He already had a half-frozen apartment.
“You broke your seal that night, which is why your furniture is now frosty,” he explained, flicking an icicle from the table, “You’re not going to die, you just have to learn to control it.”
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lillium
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Post by lillium on Mar 18, 2011 19:16:02 GMT -6
Hans wasn't surprised when Dago said he could use magic. There was fucking ice all over his apartment; how else would it have gotten there? Sure, it was shocking, but it wasn't like it was surprising or anything, so he didn't doubt it or even think that Dago was joking or lying. Why would he be? Hans couldn't really think of any cause for it.
He just stared at Dago. ". . So where am I gonna learn to do that?" he asked. Surely there had to be someplace that taught people how to use magic. Dago had to be part of it; that was why he was able to get to Hans' apartment so fast.
"And why didn't you take me with you back to this mystery place, anyway? Whoever 'they' are, you obviously found them again, so why couldn't you have taken me along? Maybe then I wouldn't be so worried about killing everyone I'm standing near," Hans said, still frowning.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 18, 2011 19:38:51 GMT -6
“That’s the easy part, I can take you there now,” he said, pulling the portal tag out of his back pocket.
He paused when Hans started asking more questions, “It wasn’t that simple, it’s not that easy to get there…”
Dago ran his hand through his hair again. This would be a hell of a lot easier to explain if he could tell the truth, but he didn’t know how Hans would react to finding out that his apartment was covered in ice because Dago felt a bit peckish.
“I didn’t know where it was, the… the first one burned down. They had to build a new one someplace else,” he explained, “After I found you, I searched for four more months before I even found a trace of them.”
He lived as a vagrant for that time, it wasn’t appealing to him; he couldn’t imagine it was much more appealing to anyone else.
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lillium
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He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 18, 2011 20:04:04 GMT -6
Hans sighed. He was still annoyed that Dago hadn't bothered to try to reach him after getting to this mystery place, but whatever. He probably hadn't even mentioned Hans to the other magic users, of course. What a jerk. Oh well. He looked around his apartment. It was cold, and shiny with ice. Way, way too cold. He'd had to begin wearing a jacket around inside. He wasn't sure if Dago had noticed or not.
"Well, can we go there now?" Hans asked. He wanted this damn ice problem to end. He wanted to be able to control it and not have to worry about it going everywhere with him! He remembered a story about a king who turned everything he touched into gold. He felt like that king, except instead of gold it was ice and instead of wishing for the power, as the king had, he hadn't asked for this!
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Post by Soprano on Mar 18, 2011 20:29:52 GMT -6
Dago had noticed that Hans was wearing a jacket inside, but he didn’t figure he was helping himself by noticing. It was cold enough for his already cold body to notice. Asking why he was wearing a jacket seemed a bit thick to him, it was pretty obvious. As much as Dago knew that Hans had the complete right to be upset, he was still glad he hadn’t asked further. He didn’t think it would aid his already bad reputation with Hans if he had to tell him he was a vampire.
He could tell that Hans was still really annoyed with him. Dago felt pretty damn horrible about it.
“Look, I made a huge mistake, I know,” he said, sounding insistent, “I’m trying to fix it, I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
He pressed the portal tag to a mostly-unfrozen wall and the portal to the Library opened up. He gave Hans an ‘after you’ gesture. He hoped his bit of idiocy wouldn't further come to bite him in the ass.
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Post by lillium on Mar 18, 2011 20:37:53 GMT -6
Hans sighed and looked over at Dago. "Alright," he said, supposing he may as well listen. Well, at least he had something to hang over Dago's head if he ever needed a favour- Although Hans wasn't as monstrous of a person to be blackmailing someone into that kind of a favour. That was just too douchey. You didn't get laid by being a douchebag.
Hans walked through the portal and found himself in a much warmer place. He noticed some small bits of ice forming around him, but it wasn't as bad as his apartment. Not yet, at least. He waited for Dago to step through the portal, and in the meantime, he looked around.
. . There were a lot of books. Like, a lot. Like, Hans wondered what sort of people these magic users were if they sat around reading all day. Then again, he didn't see anyone inside of the place reading, so maybe this was just one part of the building.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 18, 2011 20:52:13 GMT -6
Hans didn’t know just how much he might have known had he pressed for more information. All he had was a guilt-trip, not a full on blackmail. Dago followed Hans through the portal and immediately noticed the frost.
“Shit, wait here, I think I know how to make you quit that,” he said, quickly dashing up the stairs.
He didn’t go too fast, for fear of giving away his shiny new powers to someone who was already here. A few minutes later, he returned with a piece of leather. It’d taken a short trip to Zed’s room and a hurried explanation, but it was the best bet they had. Dago knew who had made it and exactly what it did; it’d prevent Hans from freezing everything in the room.
He handed the piece of leather to Hans, “Put this on, you should stop freezing.”
He motioned for Hans to follow him to Marian’s office. He opened up the door without knocking.
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Post by lillium on Mar 18, 2011 20:59:01 GMT -6
Hans had, of course, meant guilt trip, not blackmail. English just wasn't his native language; it definitely wasn't a case of someone just getting words wrong.
Hans' eyes widened when he saw how fast Dago was running. Maybe he had magic of super speed or something? That would explain how he got to Hans' apartment so fast. He took the leather bracer and put it on, and was surprised to see that things had stopped freezing around him. Well, that was good.
He followed Dago into Marian's office, wondering what they were going to do next.
Marian looked up from the book he was reading on passive mages. He'd have to train them, so he figured he might as well know a little bit about them. It was unusual for someone to walk in without knocking: The only person he could think of who would do that was Dago, and Dago it was. Except someone was trailing behind him, some tall blond man. Marian raised his eyebrows.
"Who is this?" he asked. "I thought you had to wait two and a half more years- And please don't use my bed. If you need it, I'll give you money for a hotel room, but please don't use my bed."
Hans had to stifle laughter.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 18, 2011 21:25:46 GMT -6
Apparently, Dago hadn’t slowed down enough to seem like a normal person running. Dampening those sorts of things was harder than he realized. He grinned a bit in satisfaction when Hans put on the bracer and the cold aura immediately stopped.
He frowned when Marian said he had two more years left. He didn’t plan on using Marian’s bed for that sort of activity, even if he could. He did notice that Hans thought it was funny. Well, that was a good sign, right? He approached Marian’s desk, shaking his head.
“Noooo, I wish it were that simple,” he said scratching the back of his neck, “Uh… something happened while I was trying to get back. I’ll tell you the details later, but long story short: he’s broken his seal.”
He didn’t even think about how Marian would feel about this whole situation. He didn’t realize, but he should have. He could be six kinds of NOT fucked once the whole story was out.
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