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[Catchall | Open] Sil Poha Nosinis

Who: Merlan & YOU
Broadcast: Nah.
Action: Planetside; Lyuku, Fleet: Iskaulit & Bloodsport
When: All of September

ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛsɪᴅᴇ: Lʏᴜᴋᴜ

Pre-September 16

A. ᴋʜᴀᴅɢᴀʀ | ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ᴛᴜʀɴ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴇ

. . .incoming text message

» Hey.
» Khadgar.
» Pack some shit for travelling and get ready to pop planetside. Bring the books that probably have your drool all over them from last night, too. We're totally going on an adventure, mate.
» Knock. Knock.

Merlan with her stupidly cute angel wing adorned hiking backpack slung over her shoulders, had decided to bounce over to his ship clad in an empire waisted green dress that gathered around her ankles and swung liberally as she moved. Her shoes were sturdy, well made leather slippers that had already been weatherproofed. In her backpack were a few items of clothing, toiletries, and the study case containing the tea set they'd picked out on the last planet. The tea itself was contained in an airtight container, steeped, and piping hot. Anything else they needed could be purchased on the planet's surface.

At the last text message, she knocked loudly, exactly twice and bounced a little on the balls of her feet.

B. sʜᴏʀᴇʟɪɴᴇs & sʟᴇᴇᴘʏ sᴇᴀsɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴs

With a sketchbook and a pencil out, she can be found sketching the landscape or various humanoids and the occasional alien with single-minded determination. They're not perfect renditions by any means but they're pretty good and she does them gesturally, pausing to shade in details here and there as she works. She has her shoes off, set on a rock as she follows an interesting looking bit of sea life, intent on capturing its likeness. Birds, insects, or other wildlife have been sketched all over the page and she works quickly at the remaining space, her brows drawn critically.

C. sɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏɪɴ ᴏʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ
At the fine establishments around the town, with a beer or two or even a few shots of whiskey, she often found herself up in front of the crowd, winding smokey, rasping, vocals through a maze of guitar work or other accompaniment. Merlan had managed to get some of the locals to teach her some of their sea songs but sometimes, she'd borrow an instrument to play her own songs. None of hers were much understandable since she sang them out in Enochian and some in Latin. It felt good to stretch her voice once more.

The coin she earned from that, well, it usually went to either the accompanist or to someone on the street who was in need.

D. Wildo cardo - Merlan will be everywhere conceivable. I will slot you in!

Post-September 16
( ʏ ᴜ sᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ, ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ?)

A. TBD
B. TBD
C. TBD

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[She's quick, the knock at his door comes when he's still shoving clothes into a pack with his quill and notebook. So he pauses his packing to open the door and let her in with a smile.

And tries not to be distracted by her appearance. He isn't expecting her to dress up, especially since she'd mentioned 'adventure' but he's also not going to make a deal about it.]

I don't drool. [Just saying, as he turns and grabs his books as well, slipping them in and throwing his cloak over his shoulders.]

No? It might have been the book. [Merlan looks completely innocent as she shifts restlessly. There's nothing she likes more than a chance to walk some alien shores, so to speak. Well, the transport is always fantastic.

She eyes him for a long while and then shakes her head.]

I have got to get one of those cloaks. It's handy and comfortable all in one.

It was definitely the book.

[There's no drooling mages here. How dare you accuse him of such a thing. So rude.

He's done packing pretty quickly, he doesn't keeps a lot, throwing the pack over his shoulder and giving her a smile before she speaks up again. And his smile spreads a little.]

They are. [And he turns, opening a drawer and pulling out a blue cloak, offering it to her.] Belthazar made me the one I'm wearing, for Winter Veil.

[Books and drooling go right out the nearest airlock. Merlan's face instantly lights up like he's offered her something priceless - which it is to her. It's so, so...fluffy.

Ah! It's beautiful and even softer than I'd thought. [She tilts her head a little, glancing at him.] And this one? Who made it? [She turns the hem of the cloak in her fingers curiously.]

[Her reaction somehow makes his smile brighten, he's glad it makes her so happy.]

I'm afraid I don't remember who made it, I've had it a couple years. While I explored Azeroth. It's clean though and warm. And yours, if you want it. [It had been a favorite of his, somehow always comfortable. So it's well cared for.]

Good, then there are lots of memories in it. [She still has her gloves on, which is a pity, but she knows it's soft and will be warm nonetheless. Wait...she could have it?

For a few seconds, she stares at him, nearly drops the cloak, and then promptly kisses him on the cheek before she can even remotely help herself.]

[As soon as her lips meet his cheek, he goes red and starts to stammer a bit. He's smiling though, even between attempts at words.]

I... ah, I'm glad you like it.

I do very much. I think it's the best present I've probably ever gotten.

[She grins and cups his cheeks for a moment before swinging the cloak on and over her shoulders. It might be a little lopsided and she's not sure about the cloak pin at all.]

Like this, yeah?

[He's still smiling, and the color is going back to normal in his face as he watches her.]

Just... [He reaches out and adjusts it, slipping the cloak pin in place with a practiced ease.] There, perfect.

Ahh. [She watches the way he fixes it and nods.] That'll take practice on my part but there we are. Now.

[Merlan hums thoughtfully.]

Have we forgotten anything or are we good to go?

That's alright. It took me a little while as well.

[He lets his hands fall to his side and then grabs his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. He was as ready as he thought he could be. If there was anything, he could always teleport back.]

I think I have everything.

"Shuttle or..." she spreads a hand indicating his magic. "Up to you, I should think. I saw a few shuttles left if you want to snag one. They're a bit cozy but they're supposed to be comfortable."

"Might be easier to teleport. Depending on how long we're gone and exploring, it'd be rude to leave everyone short a shuttle."

He slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a small pack of chalk and considering for a moment. Probably best not to do this in his room and mark up the floor.

"Ah, maybe the shuttle bay for this."

"Agreed. It's definitely not, in any way, a particularly quiet magic." Neither is Enochian when it gets going. The intent was the same, the need was the same, her voice settling the pieces, layering over his voice until it became a give and a take between them and then a blending.

It took practice and familiarity with both sides of the equation to really work but they were nearly there. Merlan walks with him in companionable silence edged with the coming thrill of the ride as much as having a break from their respective spacecraft.

"I still want to try to combine that spell we were working on with Enochian and your spellcraft. Arcane and Enochian are," she rubs the cloak's fabric between her fingers absently, half lost in calculation, vibration, and complex mathematics as she lets his motion autopilot her forward, "well within psychic, metaphysical, and tonal vibrational harmony to essentially intertwine and bridge the gaps."

Merlan works the kinks out of her neck with a hand and grumbles softly.

"It's a completely possible conjecture."

He watched her as they made their way to the shuttlebay and she talked, making sure she wouldn't bump into anything if her own thoughts distracted her too much. The last thing either of them probably wanted was a trip to the medbay before they even got to the planet.

"I think it would be interesting to try. Maybe while we're on the planet, we'll have plenty of open space in case anything goes wrong." Nobody but the two of them would risk being hurt and, between the two of them, they could probably handle what happened to them easily enough.

"Maybe we should record the results."

"We should," she says with a nod. "It's a valuable thing to experiment in, anyway. Compatibility is definitely important, more so, if it's that compatibility that enables their completion. You're right about that open space. I'm sure we can find an area that works well for us. It shouldn't be difficult."

"It's always smarter to see how compatible magic is, in case we ever need to fight or something. Like when the fleet was attacked awhile back." He agreed with her and it was nice having someone who shared his thoughts.

He found a nice open spot and started scribbling his runes on the floor. At least, by now, his crewmates were probably used to it.

Merlan nods, her expression determined.

"Agreed," she says. "There's always a reason for combining magic, after all, and when we need it," Merlan smiles, "we'll be ready."

"Exactly! Who knows, we might even create a whole new school of magic." He offered a hand to her as he finished the runes and stood up. This trip was going to be interesting at the very least. And hopefully not ending in a trip to the medbay.

The amount of glee on her face could have probably lit the room up. That sounded absolutely fantastic. She took his hand, all smiles.

"Let's go make some history, then!" she said and her voice was bright with anticipation. When it came down to magic, rather than be content with her own knowledge, she had always sought to refine and expand that knowledge.

And Khadgar? Khadgar had been a font of knowledge as to how to apply her own magical knowledge in new ways. Studying with him had been exhilarating in theory alone. Practical application was going to be a blast - hopefully not literally or disastrously.

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