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Single Guard Seeks Thief…
...Wait, no, not that way.
Having been absent from his post for a couple of weeks or so, Felix is once again in Legion leathers and stationed outside the heavy rune-inscribed doors that mark ‘his’ portal. He’s sitting casually atop the desk draped with its red and black Imperial banner, turning something blue-white and glimmering over in his hand. A quill? A feather? Some sort of pin?
“How is it that when you want to find a particular sort of person, they’re nowhere to be found?” he asks, pushing his hood back. “Even when normally you’d be shaking them out of your pockets.”
Having been absent from his post for a couple of weeks or so, Felix is once again in Legion leathers and stationed outside the heavy rune-inscribed doors that mark ‘his’ portal. He’s sitting casually atop the desk draped with its red and black Imperial banner, turning something blue-white and glimmering over in his hand. A quill? A feather? Some sort of pin?
“How is it that when you want to find a particular sort of person, they’re nowhere to be found?” he asks, pushing his hood back. “Even when normally you’d be shaking them out of your pockets.”
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There's a redhead leaning against a nearby signpost with her arms crossed. She looks curious, but altogether disinterested at the same time.
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"As for your second question, it's not a personal problem... exactly. It's more world-specific. I know many realms here are strangely alike, but some things just aren't shared among them."
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"So, what kind of a world puts a guard post at their portal? Tourists not welcome, hm?"
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"Not at present, sadly. But the Empire of Tamriel isn't so afraid of charming visitors as 'demon' armies from other planes." He pauses. "We have had those before, so it's not entirely because my commander's a suspicious... type."
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"Sounds like a real vacation type place." Everything she says sounds vaguely sarcastic or threatening, it's hard to tell when she's serious. And yes, she's like that with everyone.
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sister-in-excusesgeography club buddy is here, and she brought coffee. One for him, one for her. None for that brother of his, he'll just have to deal with that if/when he comes by to complain about something. "They can smell it on you."Verity's looking better today; like a weight has been lifted. Like she's been sleeping, even: there's no makeup trying to hide dark circles under her eyes because there aren't any dark circles under her eyes.
"Or maybe Jim scared them all away..." If Felix is on the desk, she'll take the chair he's supposed to be in. "What's the shiny? Is it magic?"
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"Who'd run away from Jim?" Felix certainly wouldn't, not from the way he's smiling. In exchange for the coffee, he'll lean over and show Verity what he's conjured. It's (currently) a slender feather, ghostly and translucent. "I've been playing around with a conjuration that's... a little tricky. So far I've found it easier to modify."
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The question gets a snort in reply. "Who wouldn't, when he's in one of his moods?" Felix's mood isn't missed either. Things must be going well between them. Good.
She looks down at the feather, admiring and curious. A finger extends to toward it, but she doesn't try to touch it without permission. "It's pretty. Planning to give Stratos a case of the giggles?"
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Wait no what's that about the good captain? "Moods? You didn't mention he has moods." He doesn't seem worried, but he is giving her a look of inquiry. She can even touch the feather: he offers it to her freely. It feels just like the real thing, though maybe the individual barbs seem rather stuck together. "And you know Stratos would sooner explode than giggle. I might try it."
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Amelia steps out from the passers by and smiles as she steps up to his desk. Well, mostly smiles - there's definitely a suppressed smirk in there, too. "You were right - this desk is very easy to find. I'm surprised I hadn't seen you here before the party." To be fair, she'd been quite busy for about a month before the party, so she knows she missed at least a few things in that time.
She might not be very recognizable except for the voice today - no mask, no well-made gown, and her hair is pinned up with that dark silver hair pin she was wearing at the party. Today is a comfort day for her: embroidered linen pants and shirt under her leather armor, chaps, and corset. And weapons - lots of weapons. A quick count reveals one rapier, one gauche, half a dozen daggers, and... a slingshot? hanging from her belt or otherwise strapped to her person. If someone said "overkill," they wouldn't be wrong.
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poorinnocentlegionnairefellow wonder if he's been keeping the right company."I have been away for a while." He gives her a grin over his curiosity, gesturing with the feather in his hand toward her armament. "I never caught what your family business is."
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She crosses her arms in front of her chest and raises an eyebrow at him. "What, did you think otherwise? A person can't have more than one job or something?" There's no way she can hide that smirk now and she emphasizes it by shifting her weight into one hip. "Just what did you expect me to say, hm?"
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Felix, isn't it? It sounds like you need to look into a spell for long-range communication. Tell the person at range that you're looking for them. Or get a phone.
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"If either of those were options in Tamriel we'd have a very different Empire. Although some of the best conjurers were able to form mental links with each other, you know. I've read accounts of them speaking across entirely different planes." How fantastic would that be?
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Something to practice toward, it sounds like. The person you're looking for is in Tamriel, then, and not the Nexus?
*She frowns in thought for barely a moment.*
You summoned up a creature to carry boxes, what prevents you summoning up something harmless and adept at finding people to deliver a letter for you?
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“Harmless is harder than you’d think. Even my familiar tends to upset people in Tamriel.” He grins for a moment. “A bird would suit the task better than a wolf, I just haven’t worked out how to conjure one into that form."
That’s not the whole problem, but it’s the part he’s happy to share with Samus.
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Does that banhammer also inflict a Silence effect?
A very permanent kind.
By that logic, every weapon inflicts Silence. Paralysis, too.
...Are you saying the blacksmith overcharged me?
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Shoeless and a bit ragged, Loki is not the most impressive figure. The leather he wears and his scalemail shirt both have seen far better days, though the scepter he carries is gleaming gold and doesn't suit his disreputable appearance in the least. He is an inconsistent god at best.
"Or like foxes and henhouses, for a certain sort of particular."
It's the magpie in his nature that has him canting his head to the side, curious of the object that the man held.
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So disappointing. What does a careless Imperial have to do to get robbed in Skyrim?
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"Open?" Loki almost sounds offended, but there's a thread of good humor there.
His scepter glints as he shifts to lean forward. It's construction is the sort one might associate with serious magical objects, and the head of it is shaped in a way that resembles a bird's skull with a great strange orb placed as an eye. In that blue orb, a distorted reflection briefly resembles a skulking fox as he admires the conjured object. Mortal spellcraft has its own appeal.
"Any self-respecting fox knows when the hunter lies in wait. No matter how tempting the prize, the fools and legends are the only ones who would dare." His smile is quick and easy. "In all the tales I have known, to catch a legend is a rare occurrence."
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He's been hoping to meet interesting beings since he was drafted for this post.¬¬ This fellow has his undiverted attention, sharp eyes glimpsing the mismatch between appearance and reflection. He pretends not to glance at the stranger’s shadow, too. So- strange and probably powerful wizard, or something else? It’s not so easy to confirm a guess here: everyone and nothing belongs in the Nexus. Even daedra prompt no sense of something misplaced as they do on mortal Nirn.
So he tilts his head and asks politely, “You’re fond of stories?”
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"They don't make a 'find annoying asshole' spell?"
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The guy with zero caffeine-tolerance is now sipping his second coffee of the hour. The Imperial Legion takes no responsibility for what follows.
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"My ass would look ten kinds of great in that outfit." Jim quips, pointing with one finger while the rest hold fast to his mug of coffee. "You weren't kidding though. It suits you more than the magician getup."
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“It should do: I was practically born to wear it,” he remarks. “My ancestors can be satisfied at last.” He looks Jim over thoughtfully. Or it’s supposed to be thoughtful: mostly it’s appreciative. “Of course, if you want to try it on, I can put in a word with the recruiting officer…”
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His cousin's out fighting dragons... (no, she is not)
Their icons match omg i just noticed this.
haha awesome!
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