1 - Mayoccia Plains

[radiantwingedone]

Who: Duke
Broadcast: Yes
Action: For Marsiva
When: Until shuffle-

The thing that bothers Duke most about waking up in a new place is that he woke up... cold. Space? Sure, but more important why can't he shake this chill with rubbing his arms a little.

So he stands and pulls his gloves more snugly up, and looks about. Sure. Space. First time he's seen it. He gives a small jump in place, and upon landing on the floor as normal - a click of metal heels, nods once and sits back on the bed.

So long as the gravity stays in play, he'll like this trip to space much better. Even if something has him fairly sure that 'trip to space' isn't right...

However, that is less important than the stupid cold. He did this to cups before, he can surely do it to a blanket.

The video clicks on as Duke pulled one of the blankets over, smoothing out the edge. He fishes in his pocket, frowns when he only comes up with a dark red spindle of thread, and sighs. Fine then.

Hopefully no one is too alarmed by the scent of singed cloth, because he sure is scorching some sort of angular pattern into the edge of the blanket, one red glowing symbol at a time.

"Well, this is working. That's a good mark for this place...."

Comments

[wordmiser]

[It's the smell that draws her. It's a new smell and means there's a new thing.

And, to be fair, people who burned things were usually in her category of people.

Jinx pokes her nose through his door, hair swaying by her face.

Sup new guy?]

[radiantwingedone]

[ New guy remains focused on his work - still scorching those symbols into the hem of the cloth.

Or mostly focused. Duke takes a break, mostly just to shake the hand he'd been pressing the glowing symbols into the cloth with. ]

Do you know why it's cold? [ ... Yeah he's not looking up either. And hand shaken out, back to playing with fire. One long side is almost done. ]

[wordmiser]

[Jinx frowns thoughtfully. She hadn't noticed it being particularly cold. She means, they are in space. It is theoretically a freezing wasteland.

She glances down at her sleeve-covered arms. Considers the air. Steps further into the room to peer over his shoulder.

Eventually she decides a head shake should probably cover her knowledge of this subject. No, she doesn't know why it's cold.

Whatchya doin'?]

[radiantwingedone]

[ He took that silence for no before she shakes her head, but it was nice to know she was actually going to 'reply'.

He often didn't.

At the silent watching, he just.. continues burning symbols into the blanket. ]

Ever had a heated blanket? [ Yes he is a little stuck on why he feels cold. ]

[wordmiser]

[She snorts. Of course she's had a heated blanket. They sell them at pretty much every store they sold blankets.

Why, has he never had a heated blanket? This one doesn't have wires...

Was his power to make thing heated? Had he ever considered putting combustible things in objects, heating the objects, and throwing the objects at things? She bets it would be a really hand, destructive power.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ He understands the snort, at least. That was a noise like "of course". Sadly, he has not had an electric blanket, but this one is easier for him to do. ]

Then you could tell me if it actually feels warm. [ Since she's intending on standing here with him anyway-

Three sides done, one short one left. Hopefully nothing will catch fire. ]

[wordmiser]

[Her nose twitches with the burning smell, but she reaches out to touch it anyway.

That's what he wanted, right? To know if it was warm?]

Video

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer gives a confused look.]

... What are you doing?

Video

[radiantwingedone]

[ Doesn't even look up, he's focused on his blanket project. ]

Applying a formula to the cloth. I would have attempted embroidery, but my repair kit seems to be lacking its needles.

[ ... The most unhelpful explanation, isn't it? ]

Video

[forsometimenow]

Burning it seems to be the opposite of repairing. I mean, if you'll excuse me pointing out the obvious.

Video

[radiantwingedone]

The ..embroidery was the intent of that sentence. A repair kit for clothing would have a needle, which I could use for it...

[ He knows he can be confusing, but that was a bit of a stretch. He thinks he recognizes her voice now, but she doesn't seem to be recognizing him. Oh well. ]

I want the symbols in the cloth.

Video

[forsometimenow]

[Headtilt. Good thing she doesn't know he recognizes her voice, as she'd be a little weirded out by that.]

Well, that makes a little more sense. Are... are you using magic? I've never seen anything like that before.

Video

[radiantwingedone]

Yes. This is a new function so I wouldn't be that surprised. [ ... Yes he is purposefully misunderstanding that. ]

Video

[lord_wizard]

[He almost doesn't believe his eyes when he sees what's happening, but that familiar spellwork seals the deal. There is an equal chance, of course, that he won't remember Felix or the castle, but it's a chance he's willing to take for an opening line]

Trust you to start burning the place down in the first five minutes, Duke.

Video that's a beautiful icon

[radiantwingedone]

It is one of the elements I am better at.

[ Duke stop agreeing that you're going to light the place on fire.

He recognizes this voice, and unlike the other one he thought he knew, Felix had used his name.

Now he has to decide if he wants to be an ass or not.

He's going to be a bit of an ass and leave it at that for now. That's ambiguous enough, right? ]

I used it just for you <3

[lord_wizard]

Well, as long as it's not yourself you're setting on fire, it will have to do. There isn't much else to burn otherwise.

[Clearly he's not phased by the backtalk. He rather enjoys it.

Translation: hello, I missed you]

/o/ <3

[radiantwingedone]

[ Wow Felix he wouldn't light himself on fire - wait he might try flaming fists if he had to. Never mind. ]

I am a fire hazard, true. [ He has all this hair, after all. He already knows that it shouldn't be tangled, so pulling his hair over one shoulder to finger comb a little is... just because he's on video with Felix. ]

I would have to get creative if I wanted to try with the walls.

[lord_wizard]

I'd advise against it, seeing as how I'm not in a position to pull you out of said fire, metaphorical or otherwise. [Because, yes, he might have had to save your life a few times. Not that it probably wasn't reversed at some point.]

[Also, wow, how dare you distract him with hair. Now he just wants to touch it]

[radiantwingedone]

And I am poor enough with water that I would likely just scald everything instead of put it out on my own. [ Although now he's squinting at Felix's background.

Looks like a similar one to where he's at. Only, clearly not.

And nope, not going to stop. Sucks to be so far away~ ]

And not a room away, clearly. [ He probably would have noticed if he was, because Duke and magic, but. ]

It has to do with this space thing.

video

[blindoptimism]

[Nunnally watches the video feed with curious silence. She doesn't want to break his concentration in the case that this is a delicate process, but after he says something she replies]

Hello. [a simple greeting, just to get started. If he only just arrived, she doesn't want to startle him.]

Re: video

[radiantwingedone]

... Hello.

[ Yeah that wasn't what he was expecting. He blinks over at the video.

Still applying those scorch marks as steadily as before. ]

[blindoptimism]

My apologies... does your work require concentration? I can come back later.

[well... "Come back" to the com device]

[radiantwingedone]

It doesn't requite so much concentration that I cannot talk at the same time. If it makes you more comfortable to come back... ten, fifteen minutes later... [ He sort of shrugs. ]

[blindoptimism]

Actually, if you don't mind, I'd be interested in watching. [she hopes that if she gets too annoying with questions he'll say something]

Might I ask, what are you doing?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke sort of shrugs at her first comment - it's fine with him. ]

Applying the formula to the cloth. It ought to provide steady warmth when over something living when I am done.