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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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Well, she's hungry too. She just...keeps getting distracted. And since he's rudely interrupting her work anyway, she take the moment to swt her knitting down and pick her sandwich back up, taking another bite. She gives him a long, flat look first before responding, silent just long enough for it to be pointed and meaningful.]
I might in later works. As I'm working on technique right now, it seems better not to overcomplicate it.
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Since she's occupied with her food, he leans forward on his forearms to take a better look at her work so far, curiously reaching out to test the texture of the attached ball of yarn. ]
Needlework is not my forte, so perhaps I speak out of turn—but what makes this so difficult?
[ It's impossible to tell one misplaced purl from here, though the pattern doesn't seem too insane... Maybe he just doesn't know any better. Frankly, any amount of handicrafting is rather impressive from his perspective. ]
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[It's a very matter-of-fact reply. She does't even look at him as she finishes chewing, swallows neatly, and sets the sandwich back down to pick her needles back up.]
Also, I'm a little out of practice.
[Yes, that's definitely the real difficulty here.]
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He stops messing with her yarn long enough to watch her hands, though there's nothing overtly showy-sparkling-magical about it. It doesn't occur to him to consider if she's just yanking his chain—after everything that's happened, why not a magic scarf. ]
I see. [ ... ] Actually, I don't—what sort of enchantment is it?
[ The idea is intriguing enough to stay around and keep bugging her about it, apparently. ]
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A protection spell. I thought keeping people alive should take priority over any other sort of enchantments I might attempt. Those can come later.
[And she does plan for there to be a later.]
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Literally weaving magic... Ambitious of you. [ A scarf of shielding. He looks it over more closely, pouring his attention into the string like it might help him see the magic intertwined there. Though really, at this point—he's just looking over her needlework. ]
You're not a novice to either craft, I take it.
[ It's a nice-looking scarf besides. ]