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Post by Soprano on May 5, 2011 21:45:57 GMT -6
Dom didn’t know that Simon might not care, but even if he didn’t, it was very possible someone else might care a whole lot more. Dom was more than willing to cover for Yasuo if, say, Marian walked in and demanded to know where he went. Nothing much really happened, but it would be awful if something did happen while Yasuo was gone.
Dom smiled, pleased that Simon hadn’t reacted badly, “I’m glad you got it, I didn’t want to spend the next hour proving it!” he said with a chuckle, “Nah, you’re fine. I was ninety-five percent positive it was the right one.”
Dom was quiet for a second, unsure of how to continue the conversation. Dammit, he wanted to, but didn’t know how, that was frustrating.
“Uhh, so I haven’t seen much magic or anything, what do you do?” he asked, hoping that wasn’t too intrusive.
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Post by lillium on May 5, 2011 22:04:50 GMT -6
It was probably a good thing for Yasuo that Dom was willing to cover for him- Marian would certainly be pretty pissed off if he found out that Yasuo had been shirking his infirmary duties to go off and buy new clothes. After all, even Dago had served his despite not wanting to. And it was called duty for a reason. People didn't do their duties because they wanted to.
Luckily for Yasuo and Dom, Marian wasn't there. Simon was.
Simon chuckled. "That's good, then," he said. Still a five percent chance, he supposed, but he'd gotten lucky and gotten the right one. He thanked Lady Fortune and promised to write her a poem praising her. Once he finished his damn novel. The Great Irish Novel. .
"Hm? Oh, I'm a portal mage," Simon said a bit nervously. Portalling wasn't the coolest thing ever. "So, uhm, I can move people around and stuff. What about you?
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Post by Soprano on May 5, 2011 22:16:40 GMT -6
Dom did mention to Yasuo that he’d get into trouble for ditching, but Yasuo didn’t pay him much mind. Dom didn’t like to fight or cause problems, so he just tried his best to make do when he wasn’t there. Neither one of them had gotten into trouble yet, thankfully.
“Portals? I thought they only came out of the machines; that’s pretty cool!” Dom said, excitedly.
He knew so little about magic except for his own; everything else seemed so mysterious and awesome. He wanted to ask a bunch of questions about it, but Simon asked him something else.
“Uhm, as far as I can tell, I control water,” Dom said, “Liquid of any kind, the more viscous it is, the harder, though.” He was getting pretty good at it by now and it really helped when he had to make potions. Freezing and boiling wasn’t so much of a waiting game anymore.
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Post by lillium on May 5, 2011 23:04:40 GMT -6
Simon grinned. Finally, someone was appreciative of his magic! Still, though, that didn't keep the fact that his magic was undeniably lame out of his mind. After all, it was undeniably lame. Maybe if he had some other magic, too, but no. All he had was portals. At least it made travel way easier? Still, though, so did the machine portals. . Argh. Stupid Lady Fortune. One moment she'd smile on him, the next she'd be really mad at him for whatever reason.
Simon really didn't understand it.
"That's cool," Simon said, impressed with Dom's magic. That was way, way better than portals, and probably more useful. Simon probably would have rather had control over water than being able to make portals. "And yeah, I can make portals. I guess it's interesting, but when it's the only magic you can do. ." He trailed off and shrugged. So he just wasn't as magical compared to the rest of the mages. What could you do?
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Post by Soprano on May 5, 2011 23:20:12 GMT -6
Dom didn’t think making portals was really lame, it seemed rare and interesting to him. He kind of figured magic would go along the lines of controlling elements and other things like that, but any kind of passive magic was really strange to him. He wasn’t just saying he thought they were cool to flatter Simon either.
“Thanks,” Dom said shyly, “It sounds pretty versatile to me,” he said when Simon said it was the only thing he could do.
“You can put portals wherever you want, right? Doesn’t that mean you could transport someone off of a cliff or into traffic? I can think of some more gruesome things, but I’ll spare you the details,” Dom said, scratching his head, trying to think of some more things.
It seemed like transportation magic was not just practical, but pretty awesome when self-defense came to mind. Dom was imagining someone being flipped inside out because of well placed portals.
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Post by lillium on May 5, 2011 23:37:37 GMT -6
Simon smiled a bit. Well, that made him feel better; he could actually do useful things with his magic. Dom was right and Simon wondered why he hadn't thought of it before. Maybe because he hadn't really wanted to and kind of enjoyed wallowing. Oh well. The fact that he could do something useful did make him feel a bit better about himself. Just a little bit.
"I guess so, I never really thought about it that way before," Simon admitted. "I still think that using water is cooler, though." He wasn't trying to flatter Dom, either- He just thought that it was more practical to be able to use water as opposed to being able to make portals.
Besides, he wouldn't really want to turn anyone inside out using portals. As interesting as that sounded and although he could write about it, he certainly didn't want to see anyone be turned inside out. That would be disturbing.
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Post by Soprano on May 7, 2011 19:16:30 GMT -6
As far as Dom knew, no one had useless magic. He didn’t know anyone who could change colors, or switch off lights with their mind yet, so all magic he knew about had an application. He supposed it was a good thing they were a group of mages; it made it easier to collaborate and help one another when someone was too close to their magic to see its full potential occasionally. That made this place feel really… academic in a way.
Dom grinned, “Thanks.”
He liked his power; he wasn’t going to even suggest he didn’t. Oh well, he’d let Simon think as he would. He didn’t want to see anyone turned inside out either, but the idea was pretty badass. The possibilities were pretty amazing in Dom’s head, but he had a little bit of an overactive imagination.
“Your name is Simon, right?” he asked to change the subject, “Where are you from?”
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Post by lillium on May 8, 2011 15:40:48 GMT -6
Simon was just fatalistic. Really, really fatalistic. He assumed the worst, and so when the worst happened he wasn't disappointed or anything. And when something better happened, he just shrugged, glad that his predictions hadn't come true, but certain that something equally horrible to his predictions would happen later.
He wasn't exactly an optimist, that was for certain, and he definitely had a melancholy disposition.
"Yeah, it's Simon," Simon answered. "And I'm from Ireland, if you couldn't tell." He laughed a bit nervously at the end of the sentence. He had an accent, or so non-Irishmen said. He thought the rest of them had accents and the way he spoke was totally normal, but he supposed that it was all about perspective.
"And your name is Dominic, I hope," Simon said. "Or I've been getting your name wrong this entire time. Where are you from?" He sounded American, and Simon couldn't help but think that most of the mages here were American. Probably because the head of the Order was American, too.
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Post by Soprano on May 8, 2011 22:08:17 GMT -6
Dom couldn’t see Simon’s fatalistic attitude quite yet. Dom considered himself a realist, he wanted things to be fair and even, no matter what. He didn’t like to assume anything, but wanted to balance things once they did happen. Had he known that Simon had terrible luck, Dom would have tried to make it better. It was fair that way and that made Dom feel better about how the world worked.
Dom smiled, “I could, but I thought I shouldn’t assume. And yeah, you can call me Dom, though. I’m not from anywhere more interesting than Ireland.”
He chuckled and figured that must seem like a matter of opinion. Simon might be as tired of Ireland as Dom was of Chicago, who knew. Maybe some people found corrupt state politics, giant metal beans, and unnaturally green rivers exciting.
“I was born and raised in the Chicago suburbs. I’m going to school there now,” he said.
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Post by lillium on May 8, 2011 23:15:24 GMT -6
Simon wasn't necessarily unlucky. Whether he actually was unlucky or not was irrelevant- He was convinced that he was unlucky. Being the seventh son of a seventh son tended to make things a little tricky and turn people into special snowflakes. Unfortunately for Simon, he highly doubted that this special snowflakery was good. In fact, he assumed that being the seventh son of a seventh son severely cursed him in some way, shape, or form.
There was no confirmation on whether this was or wasn't true. It could have just been Simon's melancholia and fatalistic personality "acting up."
Simon raised his eyebrows. "Chicago?" he asked, in awe. "That's more interesting than Ireland for sure." Oh, of course Ireland sounded nice and exotic if you were from another country. But if you lived there, grew up there, it was the same-old same-old. Chicago, now that sounded like a city of wonder, a city of adventure.
Definitely nothing like Ireland.
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