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Who: rose lalonde (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
knitpick) & OPEN
What: teenage god works too hard and fails at basic self-care
When: early september
Where: the institute and around olympia
Warning(s): N/A, i'll edit if anything comes up
[She'd began her studies of native magic with protective spells, her curiosity piqued by Evras' mention of it. But she'd soon hit a wall in her quest. Either due to her own inexperience with this manner of magic, or because it was so far removed from the sort she's used to, she found herself struggling to produce anything truly useful. The barrier spells she attempted would form only briefly and with great effort before falling apart, and she couldn't figure out how to stabilize them in any efficient manner.
The idea eventually came to her of perhaps setting the magic into an external source in hopes that it might prove more lasting. A workaround, maybe, but still appealing to her more romantic side.. It called to mind old favorite stories of great wizards with staves imbued with power, magic amulets and enchanted cloaks and all that nonsense. A great deal of research and experimentation and sleepless nights in the Institute lead to a technique that could theoretically work, if only she could get the magic to stay put; it seemed to slip off the objects she attempted to enchant like water off a duck's back. Finally came the idea to work it into the very object itself, tying the magic into an item's very components before they were put together to cement it in place.
So of course, knitting became the subject of her first prototypes. Knitted goods lacked the elegance and drama of enchanted swords and magic staves, but they were something she was actually capable of making herself without learning a whole new craft, and it was easy to conceptualize weaving magic in with the yarn.]
At any point of the day, whether middle of the afternoon or late evening, anyone in the Institute might pass an office door left open to let a bit of air in, a few papers densely filled with purple handwriting trailing out into the hall. Inside, a blonde teenage girl is passed right the fuck out on her desk, inelegantly sprawled and hands still loosely holding onto a bundle of yarn and knitting needles like she'd fallen asleep in the middle of whatever she was working on. Judging by the position of her elbow and the papers scattered across the edge of the desk and the floor, she probably knocked a whole stack over in her sleep. Whoops.]
Also, she maybe needs to pick up more yarn. Maybe. Shh.
Regardless, she is out for a walk in the city during actual daytime like a properly functioning human being. Well, not quite a "walk", because she's flying. It's easier to navigate the sprawling city from higher up, and she avoids the crowds entirely, so why not? She moves at a leisurely float, occasionally dropping neatly to the ground to examine some storefront or duck inside a shop. Anyone traveling the streets of the markets like a normal person might find a girl in a bright orange hooded tunic suddenly floating down from above, nonchalantly landing down nearby to peer in a shop window.]
So she finds a little cafe and purchases herself a coffee and sandwich before settling down at a table outside. It's a nice day, after all.
But soon enough, her knitting is back out. Her sandwich is forgotten with only a few bites taken out of it, and her violet eyes intently focused on her work. The technique she's come up with for enchanting is still a new and shaky thing, and it takes a great deal of concentration to work the magic as she needs to. It doesn't look like anything special to a passerby, but each stitch is as tangled with the spell as it is with the rest of the yarn.
So focused on the magic aspect of the craft, Rose belatedly realizes she's lost track of her pattern. She frowns at her knitting for a moment.]
Fuck.
[A sigh, and she pauses in her magic-weaving to spread the fabric of her knitting out, examining the stitches to remind herself of the pattern and find her place in it. There, the second purl in the ribbing...
It doesn't really matter. From her experimenting so far, the quality of the enchanted item doesn't seem to affect the spell itself. But hell if she's going to let one craft slip for the sake of another.]
knitpick) & OPENWhat: teenage god works too hard and fails at basic self-care
When: early september
Where: the institute and around olympia
Warning(s): N/A, i'll edit if anything comes up
[She'd began her studies of native magic with protective spells, her curiosity piqued by Evras' mention of it. But she'd soon hit a wall in her quest. Either due to her own inexperience with this manner of magic, or because it was so far removed from the sort she's used to, she found herself struggling to produce anything truly useful. The barrier spells she attempted would form only briefly and with great effort before falling apart, and she couldn't figure out how to stabilize them in any efficient manner.
The idea eventually came to her of perhaps setting the magic into an external source in hopes that it might prove more lasting. A workaround, maybe, but still appealing to her more romantic side.. It called to mind old favorite stories of great wizards with staves imbued with power, magic amulets and enchanted cloaks and all that nonsense. A great deal of research and experimentation and sleepless nights in the Institute lead to a technique that could theoretically work, if only she could get the magic to stay put; it seemed to slip off the objects she attempted to enchant like water off a duck's back. Finally came the idea to work it into the very object itself, tying the magic into an item's very components before they were put together to cement it in place.
So of course, knitting became the subject of her first prototypes. Knitted goods lacked the elegance and drama of enchanted swords and magic staves, but they were something she was actually capable of making herself without learning a whole new craft, and it was easy to conceptualize weaving magic in with the yarn.]
i. THE INSTITUTE[Rose's office in the Simwe Institute isn't very large or glamorous, but it's a place to work. And work she sure as hell does. Too much, maybe. Jade would probably be upset with her, but how can she resist the call of progress? She can't. It's easy to forget things like meals and sleep and the passage of time when she has a project to focus on.
At any point of the day, whether middle of the afternoon or late evening, anyone in the Institute might pass an office door left open to let a bit of air in, a few papers densely filled with purple handwriting trailing out into the hall. Inside, a blonde teenage girl is passed right the fuck out on her desk, inelegantly sprawled and hands still loosely holding onto a bundle of yarn and knitting needles like she'd fallen asleep in the middle of whatever she was working on. Judging by the position of her elbow and the papers scattered across the edge of the desk and the floor, she probably knocked a whole stack over in her sleep. Whoops.]
ii. OUT AND ABOUT[Eventually, Rose does make herself get out of her office for a bit. She brings her work with her in a little knitted satchel she'd thrown together for practice, of course, but it's mostly just for a break. She could use some fresh air and a walk. Jade would worry if she didn't take a break occasionally, so she's just being a thoughtful friend.
Also, she maybe needs to pick up more yarn. Maybe. Shh.
Regardless, she is out for a walk in the city during actual daytime like a properly functioning human being. Well, not quite a "walk", because she's flying. It's easier to navigate the sprawling city from higher up, and she avoids the crowds entirely, so why not? She moves at a leisurely float, occasionally dropping neatly to the ground to examine some storefront or duck inside a shop. Anyone traveling the streets of the markets like a normal person might find a girl in a bright orange hooded tunic suddenly floating down from above, nonchalantly landing down nearby to peer in a shop window.]
iii. EATING PROPERLY IS FOR CHUMPS[And eventually, her stomach does remind her of the need to eat something. Right. That's a thing she hasn't done since like...yesterday. Whoops.
So she finds a little cafe and purchases herself a coffee and sandwich before settling down at a table outside. It's a nice day, after all.
But soon enough, her knitting is back out. Her sandwich is forgotten with only a few bites taken out of it, and her violet eyes intently focused on her work. The technique she's come up with for enchanting is still a new and shaky thing, and it takes a great deal of concentration to work the magic as she needs to. It doesn't look like anything special to a passerby, but each stitch is as tangled with the spell as it is with the rest of the yarn.
So focused on the magic aspect of the craft, Rose belatedly realizes she's lost track of her pattern. She frowns at her knitting for a moment.]
Fuck.
[A sigh, and she pauses in her magic-weaving to spread the fabric of her knitting out, examining the stitches to remind herself of the pattern and find her place in it. There, the second purl in the ribbing...
It doesn't really matter. From her experimenting so far, the quality of the enchanted item doesn't seem to affect the spell itself. But hell if she's going to let one craft slip for the sake of another.]
iv. WILDCARD?((OOC: Hit me with some other prompt if you'd prefer, or pester me via PM, on plurk @ tinybro or on discord @ orbynit#4811 if you wanna work something else out!))
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A friend once suggested I take up a hobby and sent me some needles and yarn for my birthday. It was only fair that I give it a try.
[Passive-aggression, or just John being thoughtful in his goober way? It's still hard to say. Finishing a stitch to leave her at a neater pausing point, Rose glances up at Lance, noting all his (thankfully matching) blacks.]
Are you working or just now finishing up?
[She's kinda lost track of the time so she couldn't say which seems more likely.]
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[ to be fair to rose, lance's hours tend to fluctuate. with a district like that of the market, busier times can be any given hour of the day, meant to accommodate those who work and those who don't. so some days he'll be there at the buttcrack of dawn, and other days he won't be coming home till well into the evening. today is the latter. the cafe is actually meant to be closing soon. ]
Your friend has good taste. You been at it for a while? That's a pretty tough pattern.
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Several years now. I'm an old hand at the craft, actually.
[But now she can't work while he's there, because she has to knit slowly to focus on weaving in the magic and it will make her look like a beginner! Unacceptable!!!]
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so instead he opts for a faint smile. ]
No kidding. My grandma taught me when I was ten, but I didn't start seriously picking it up till I was, like. Fifteen.
[ to impress a girl. ofc it was to impress a girl.
(spoilers: she was not impressed.) ]
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You knit? [She arches an eyebrow, firing his words back at him.] "Didn't think you'd be the type".
[He'd kind of struck her as a bit of a fuckboy, really. A virgin fuckboy, anyway. And knitting isn't the sort of hobby that type typically goes for. Too "feminine" or whatever traditional gender roles-based bullshit.]
curse you phone-tagging...
I do a lot of things. [ like knowing about the language of flowers, also to impress a girl once. ] But yeah, I'm not really that good that I can do anything too fancy. [ he gestures vaguely at her pattern. jack of all trades, master of none, and all that. ]
i feel u
Better to know a little of everything than nothing at all. [A small smile, perhaps a bit indulgent even, and she finally picks her needles back up.] This is for work, so a bit of fanciness seemed appropriate.
cries blood
anyway he arches a curious brow back at her work. he moves to take the seat opposite her (though not before glancing around quickly; it should be fine, there seems to be at least fifteen minutes left before store close) because he doesn't really hold back from making himself comfortable, does he, especially around friends. he sets his tea close to the edge, away from her work. ]
What job did you get?
[ something like sansa's, maybe? making clothes for the models down at shades darker... ]
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I see how it is. I put in all that effort to make sure you were properly dressed for your work and you never even bothered to find out about mine. [She's smirking a little, slowly beginning her stitches again. That probably means she isn't being serious.] I was hired at the Simwe Institute as a research assistant.
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Isn't that Simwe place for like... science and stuff?
[ he looks down at the knitwork again, clearly trying to put some pieces together here
and failing. ]
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The Institute does research of all sorts. My focus right now is in native magic and its possible practical applications.
[Continues knitting. This clearly explains everything. She looks very satisfied with herself.]
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[ he's struggling so much sobs ]
...h..elping you... think....?
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Why don't I show you?
[Without waiting for a response, she reaches over her sandwich -- oh right, she forgot she'd been eating that -- to dig through her satchel, coming out with a square of knitted fabric, perhaps twenty stitches and twenty rows. It had just been a test of the technique, weak for its simplicity the uncertainty that went into it but enough to demonstrate that the spell could hold. This she draped over one palm, while her other hand pulled out a spare knitting needle.
She doesn't even need wands to cast magic, not really. But they help. An ordinary needle would be nothing in comparison to the Quills of Echidna, but she didn't need power here, only focus.
Holding the needle between her fingers with a grip decidedly unlike how she would hold it for actual knitting, Rose gives it a little flick and a beam of bright violet light leaps out of the tip. It strikes the knitted square and, rather than burn straight through it, impacts with some unseen shielding a few inches away. The different magics clash with a scattering of sparks, but it's the beam that peters out and leaves the knitted square untouched.]
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You're weaving spells into the knitting?
[ is he close... did he get it... ]
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Protective spells, specifically. Of course, I plan to expand my repertoire of enchantments once I've mastered this technique and have some time to learn new spells, but for now, a shielding spelll woven into some small accessory seems ambitious enough.
[Pleased either with her own functional work or with his catch on, she tucks the test swatch and spare needle away with a small smile and a contented air.]
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[ he watches the swatch of knitted fabric be cast aside, mind caught up in a flurry of questions he'd like to just lob at her. since when could she do that? was this her idea or her boss's? could she teach him that pattern?
but the one that winds up coming out first is: ]
Think you can knit something in back?
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I may have had something planned already.
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[ he doesn't even make mention of her little smile. you keep being proud, rose. it's cute on you. ]
Well, I'll gladly offer my services to model anything you make for you.
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Careful what you offer. Don't forget, this is more experimental magic than fashion. Modeling would likely better resemble being a lab rat.
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[ he shrinks back, just a little. ]
What's the worst that can happen?
[ definitely not as rhetorical a question as it sounds. ]
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I throw something large and heavy at your head and the spell fails to stop it.
[Ahaha that's not...too bad, right?]
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...can I wear a helmet?
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I wonder if that would prevent the enchantment from activating or not? The intent is to shield against anything that would harm the wearer. If something else would be preventing the potential harm...
[Oh, that's interesting to think about.]
The only person I've experimented with in that manner so far wasn't wearing any kind of protective gear. Perhaps this needs testing, too...
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Would it really make that much of a difference? It's not like a helmet's magical too, or anything, so the magic can't cancel out...
[ ew. this is too much thinking for him. ]