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1 - Mayoccia Plains

Who: Duke
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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...."

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[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?]

[ 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. ]

[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'?]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[Jennifer gives a confused look.]

... What are you doing?

[ 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. ]

[ 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? ]

[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?]

[ He meant in a moment, but it wasn't far to move his hand to complete the loop of scorched symbols.

With her hand there, she can probably feel it go from "sort of room temperature" to "might have been left near a fireplace" warmth.

Duke is realizing how much of a pain his lack of interest in talking could be. He does raise an eyebrow in question. ]

[Hm. Well. It felt warmer.

She bobbles her head a bit for a moment, and then nods. Yeah. It worked. It's warmer. She phases her hand inside the blanket to see if the weave feels any different from a normal blanket. Mostly the molasses-y feeling is just hotter.

Nod nod nod. Yup. Definitely warmer. She arches her brow at him. Can't he feel it?]

[ He had taken his hands off and shook the applying one out again. It's a little weird feeling, to cast that way, but no harm done. But he starts gathering the blanket up now. Definitely comfortably warm. ]

You are familiar with heated blankets. I've never had one. [ So he was testing whether the heat was right on her. It had just been a guess on a good temperature on his part.

He more or less tucks it over his shoulders now. Yeah nice and warm. ]

[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.

Edited 2015-04-01 16:56 (UTC)

[She fingers the edge of the blanket consideringly, leaning close to look over the symbols scorched into the edge.

Really, though. How? There were no wires, and it seemed to need the shapes - but why? All the power she'd seen used had just... worked. Except for D'Arcy's. But hers had been less powers and much more some weird obsession with saying numbers and guessing outcomes.

Seems like she's gonna have to bite the bullet and actually ask.]

How?

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? ]

This.

[ Duke holds his hand out - the one on the other side from her - like he'd be holding an apple.

Instead, much smaller symbols rise out of his palm and work their way into a sphere, and then slowly move about in patterns through it. Glowing cheerfully a fiery red. There's just no heat to this one. ]

Unless you were asking for how this in particular works. That would take longer to explain. [ Congratulations, he's a mage. ]

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]

[ 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.

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]

Edited 2015-04-01 21:41 (UTC)

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.

[Oh, now that is interesting. I must be his power. How had he learned to apply it that way?

Jinx had never though of things like that without the Boss Man pointing them out.

She leans across him a little, eyeing the floating ball closer and entirely ignoring his personal bubble. Phasing had made her very bad at recognizing things like personal space.]

[ Duke is a little better at how he feels about personal bubble invasions but... this is a little awkward.

How about... he just transfers that sphere to the hand closer to her, and hold it there until she gets bored. Or gives him another questioning look. It's more or less the same to him.

The more she stares at it, the more she might realize there are some math symbols in there from time to time, -, =, symbols closer together with a /. No simple X's, but there's something that looks close enough. ]

[That is so cool. She gets her face all up close to it. It really does kind of look like D'Arcy's stuff... but it floated. And it was red.

Raising a finger, she poked at the sphere of math, trying to discern feeling from it, much the way she had with his blanket.

Insides told you so much about a thing, you know.

In fact, she does send another questioning look his direction. Cue head tilt and quizzically furrowed brow.]

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

[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.]

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