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Messages - Arch-Magos Winter

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Urho

"Geez, that's... limited. Were you born an old guy, or were a kid once. I was pressured into the family business all the time, but still had time for diversions. Have you played one of those games where you hit a ball with a bat, at least?" The kid proceeded to probe him with questions. "And if you count the forest shack, then yes. But why would I go back there? Pretty dull place."
Trivek

"Pursuing knowledge for the Izzet League is enjoyable. You never know when something new and interesting might be discovered. When I was a small child, yes, I played such games but as soon as I became a full fledged member, such distractions were a thing of the past." He stepped over a pothole as he navigated deeper into the labyrinth of buildings. The planeswalker was regretting his sense of generosity already, if the boy was going to be so insistent with his questions. "If you need to stay, feel free to sleep on the 'couch' thing in the main room."

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Urho

"Oh, she left just like that. Well, whatever, do you do anything else than magic, mister? You know, fun things." He was also bored, but wouldn't follow Oren. It didn't feel right for me him to follow that exhibitionist.
Trivek

The planeswalker sighed. "Define fun. There are many different kinds of fun, some of which I may or may not find fun. Occasionally I splice elementals together with their opposite element to create weirds as familiars for a short time, do research, or attempt to replicate the scenario that allowed me to arrive here. Still no success so far at the last task."  Trivek brushed a leaf out of his hair, turning down the block back towards the place he'd found to call home. "Do you have anywhere to stay, Urho?"

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Urho

"Hey, don't assume things about me like that, Miss Pervert!" The one who was a pervert was surely her, given how reluctant she was to wear anything without fooling around first. Primordial chaos? Her brain was in chaos. "Do I look like a spirit? I can't pass walls, you know."

The old(er) guy talked about some dimensional planes and shit he really didn't understand. "Some planes? What do you even mean? You two are weird."
Trivek

The planeswalker shrugged the best he could with the weird girl on his shoulders. "It's more of a theory I have been considering since I've arrived. I require more data to really confirm it."

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Oren

"Mhm. I see, I see. So I come from primordial chaos, rock boy came from somewhere, probably some mountain spirit or somesuch, but what about you, Mr. Pervert?" She squeezed her legs a bit as if reminding him of his position.

Trivek

Mr. Pervert. The name stung. He wasn't some Ravnos hedonist who'd fuck torture or snort or all at once anything they got their hands on. "Please, just call me Trivek. I come from Ravnica, City of Guilds. A different plane of reality from this one, I suppose you'd call it."

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Trivek

Trivek just trudged onwards, listening into the conversation and trying to forget he had some kind of skin-thief on his shoulders. There really wasn't much he could add to what they were saying anyway.

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Oren

"Yep, yep!" She said to the mage person. "I can become anything in the world! So long as it's dead. One of my cousins even became a small god! She was pretty cool. I was actually thinking of getting another skin soon. I heard a forest dragon was around here...." Oren was talking as if she was a girl shopping for clothes more than anything else.
Trivek

Creepy. Extremely creepy, but fascinating. Golgari mages couldn't even do that. Trivek didn't make a comment on her last statement, and instead addressed Urho. "And you can become a rock. What's that like anyway? I'd expect its sort of boring, since a rock would just well, be there." He steered in the direction of the denser parts of the Nexus, back towards territory he was both more familiar and comfortable with.

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Oren

She squeezed her legs together a bit as she played with this guy's hair. "Well, I'm Oren! I am a Fae, but only sometimes." There was a special bit of emphasis on that final word. Almost a degree of religious reverence slipped into her voice as she said it.

Trivek

"And if you did not hear it before, I am Trivek of the Izzet League of Ravnica, and Guildmage of aforementioned. And I suppose a dimensional traveler as well since a few weeks ago. Though I can't think of a good title for that..." The idle chatter helped distract from her ruffling through his hair like she was looking for something in it. He couldn't be going grey already could he? Then again, considering the prevalence of white hair among the Guild, it was a possibility. Trivek didn't comment on her actions, instead focusing on her words. "So you're some kind of shapeshifter? Not unknown where I'm from."

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Oren

"That doesn't matter! You rode me, so you should return the favor! It's not just politeness; it's common decency! You're a cheat." She huffed and turned around before, well, dropping to the ground and rolling about a bit in the grass.

A shrill whistle slipped out off her lips and the vegetation broke apart and clung to her form. It was oddly soft for grass and left very little to the imagination but it was 'clothed'. Under some definition. Then she sprinted towards coat guy and leaped up onto his shoulders, pressing her thighs up against his neck. "But I guess you'll do. Onwards!"
Trivek

The planeswalker sighed, grabbing onto the girl's shins to keep her steady. She wasn't too heavy, but it still strained Trivek a little as he walked forwards, deeper into the Nexus proper. "Usually I get the name of a woman before she's got her thighs around my head miss...?" he asked, wobbling a little as he got used to her on his shoulders.

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Oren

She could have simply accepted the offer but someone said no to her, so she had to make things more of an issue. That was just proper conduct! "Alright, but he has to apologize first!" She pointed at the boy she had been carrying on her back before.

"He went back on a deal! An implicit deal! Like a thief!"
Trivek

He reconsidered his earlier thoughts. This wasn't like dealing with a child, this was dealing with a teenager and something a lot like a child. "What deal?" Trivek asked. "And put on the coat for heaven's sake, would you!"

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Oren

With a bit of laughter the Fae dodged the clothing while indiscreetly giving them a full view of (her admittedly small) chest. She lifted a single finger and waved it back and forth as if she was chastising them. "Nope! You owe me something! I let you ride me for long enough, so you have to return the favor first before I do anything for you."
Trivek

This was like dealing with a small child honestly. "Fine. Fine." He said, sighing at the innuendo and pulling his cloak back. "I'll let you ride me if it means you'll put some clothes on."

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Oren

"Ehhhh? I was just as naked when I was a dragon. What's wrong with you two? Besides, I couldn't stretch right if I was wearing clothes." She demonstrated this as she lifted a lithe leg up so that it pointed right at the air as she kept her back straight.

Trivek


Trivek swallowed a little at the sight, unable to look away as she demonstrated the remarkable flexibility of the female form. He had a sudden urge to tug out his notebook and start drawing her. For reference material for his studies. Yes, studies.

"Maybe that's true," the mage replied, "But if you're in human form, you should at least keep yourself decent so some little old lady doesn't have a heart attack."

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Trivek

The planeswalker blinked. This was most certainly not what he'd expected to see today. Tugging off his guildmarked cloak he proffered it to the Dragon-Woman, his other hand covering the eyes of the boy. "Erm, indeed. Now, could you please cover up, Miss Dragon?"

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Trivek

Being handled by a dragon was quite a new experience, and one Trivek felt more than a little uncomfortable with. Despite the relatively soft touch of the dragon, he could still feel the power in the limbs and the claws that could easily impale him if not for his guild robes. Still, he felt a sense of wonder as he held on as tight as he could to the massive creature as it jumped from the building - wonder that turned to panic as the creature shook him off like he would a fly, then seemingly dissolved. At least the drop to the ground wasn't so bad - he'd had time to grab the boy by the arm, channeling some of his limited mana reserves to slow their fall to a calm descent.

"I suppose I should introduce myself, before I forget." Trivek said, as his feet gently touched down. "I am Trivek, guildmage of the Izzet League of Ravnica."

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Urho

He was 'swimming' through the ground? What a peculiar dragon indeed! As they travelled further and further from the forest, the boy also noticed first signs of the civilization. Some sort of a castle? Someone standing on the roof of that structure? Oren leaped on the building.

"Whoa, Oren, be careful!" The boy yelled out as the ground dragon cracked the side of the building they landed on. That portion of the building could not survive if Oren moved in any sudden and forceful fashion. Petting her like a dog was out of question right now.

"Hello, everything's alright?" The boy waved to the old timer. After all, anyone could be startled if a giant wingless dragon crashed on a top of a castle.
Trivek

The planeswalker had watched the dragon curiously, noting his or her movements with one eye as the other sketched the creature in his notebook, along with the boy on the majestic creature's back. It was quite fascinating, especially how it managed to cling to the side of the building without the entire structure collapsing. Maybe it had hollow bones, or the tower he'd decided to sit and watch from was sturdier than Trivek had first expected.

Trivek waved back to the boy, closing his notebook and brushing some of the dust kicked up by the clambering off his guild robes. "Of course! Hello to you as well young man, and... Master Dragon?" Trivek did a quick bow to both, not knowing just how intelligent the creature was. If it was anything like the great Dracogenius Niv-Mizzet, it would be wise not to insult it in any matter that could not be easily explained as unfamilarity. "Are the pair of you headed into town, by any chance? I could use a ride, and the carriage-taxis seem rather far away at the moment."

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Trivek

The Nexus was a fascinating place. Large swathes of wilderness, unmapped frontiers, yet so familiar to home what with its neverending cityscape. Trivek closed the notebook after scribbling in a few notes about the variety of architectureal marvels he'd seen. The new pen, this 'ball point' he'd purchased after losing his quill and ink in a particularly embarrassing incident after he'd arrived in a closet (Terrible places by the way closets, even Niv-Mizzets had been a horror show) about oh, half a week ago. At least he'd learned what a cavity search was, thanks to the police force. Nice chaps, them. The Planeswalker snapped his fingers, a small spark of electricity arcing between them. Even more fascinating about being here was the lack of real connection to Ravnica he'd felt even when stranded on the island. He could still feel the rumblings of the mana he'd tapped into there, but couldn't manage to reach it. Curious that.

Humming to himself, Trivek clambered up onto the roof of a building near the forest, waiting for whatever the rumbling in the distance and what had caused the trees to fall to approach.

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