Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

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[hymnals]

[Adra continues to comb his fingers through Bel's hair as he talks, but he's delicate: if he comes across a tangle, he teases it free (or bypasses it entirely) without violence to the boy's scalp.]

Three. They're all very young, much younger than you. My daughter, Alrune, is the oldest--she's a little more than ten years old.

[His expression becomes very fond as he thinks of Alrune. Light of his life, star of his heart, etc.]

She used to teleport under all the furniture as a baby. She does less of that now. Talks about becoming a rogue, of all things.

[He shakes his head.]

Daugion is only seven. He keeps trying to pick up his mother's sword. It's worrying. And Galen ... he's an infant. I'd say he doesn't do much except cry all day, but he doesn't even do that. It's like he was born enlightened.

[He shuts his eyes, laughs.]

I'm jealous, honestly.

[arcanepower]

[If he was a cat, he'd be purring right now. As it is, he's happy to just exist in the same warm bubble as Adra. Even if the older elf isn't his master anymore, there's still... some kind of bond there. Belth wants it to be something really special, maybe even parental, but he's afraid.

He's so afraid.

For now, though, he sets those fears aside and listens to Adra talk about his kids. Children are-- they're a thing. He's never really sure how to act around other youngsters. He's older than all of Adra's, clearly, but as the youngest sibling he was always doted on rather than the other way around.]

What's their mother like?

[hymnals]

[PETTING CONTINUES. Adra gets a faraway look in his eyes, picturing his wife.]

Ahh. A wretched, sycophantic member of the upper-class. Or, at least, she was when I met her. She's still upper-class, but some things just can't be helped.

[arcanepower]

[That snark actually gets Belth to smile a bit. It's small and a little self-conscious.]

Well, you are a magister. I suppose you would attract high-born types.

[hymnals]

[Adra shakes his head.]

We met long before I ever had that position foisted on me. [He scratches behind his ears, remembering.] I used to sleep on a few more benches than I do now. I liked to put myself in the way. That's how we met.

[arcanepower]

You-- what? But wouldn't you get kicked? Or arrested? [These are things Belth tries to avoid.]

[hymnals]

Sure; all the time. Not for the benches, though.

[He yawns. Bel is a warm weight against him, and he's starting to feel sleepy himself. Especially since the empty city is so sunny, so quiet. He mutters.]

More often for reprogramming the arcane constructs than anything else. Occasionally for 'causing unrest'. And so on.

[arcanepower]

[Belth is sort of like having a cat curled up against you, complete with moodswings. He stares openly at Adra for a second, though-- and then he laughs.

He really needs to do that more often.]

You reprogrammed the constructs! That's amazing! I wish I had seen it. I, ah... I didn't go outside very much before all of this, [he says, like it's not completely obvious.]

[hymnals]

Of course. Those slogans were terrible. Telling people to shut up and sit down, basically. The last thing we need to hear.

[He smiles at Bel, gratified for the laughter.]

Here's where I say you should go outside because fresh air is good for you, but we all know that this whole place is basically climate controlled. So, instead --

[He touches the tip of Bel's nose, very gently, with his forefinger.]</small --instead you should go outside because that's how you learn what's happening in the world.

[arcanepower]

I have to agree. I just... never thought of it, I suppose.

[He really doesn't see that kind of smile much, and it makes him duck his head. He's terribly shy-- and then he gets booped on the nose. A blush spreads from his nose to his cheeks.]

H-- hey...

[He puffs up his cheeks then.]

I got to see the world a little. Granted, it was after Deathwing wrecked everything, but it was something. I really only used to travel for reagents for Magister Dariel, but then I found someone very interesting and followed him for a bit. It was the first time I'd ever been outside of a capital city.

I tried negotiating with some Alliance druids in Felwood. It... it did not go well.

[hymnals]

[Too darling.]

Someone interesting, huh? And Alliance druids. You've done more at your age than I did, that's for sure.

[arcanepower]

He was an orc mage! I had never seen one before. I thought he wouldn't know a thing about magic, being a brute, but-- [He clears his throat.] He knew more than I expected. [Read: he beat Belth squarely. Effortlessly, even.

He rubs at the back of his head, a sheepish slant to his mouth.]

I-I am not sure nearly dying counts as doing something...

[hymnals]

Ah, well, sometimes we have to face death before we can unlearn our toxic prejudices against other races, eh?

[He smooths back Bel's hair.]

Good job coming out of that lesson alive. Not everyone does.