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[taryon]

Who: Taryon Darrington (taryon) & others.
What: Catch-all for intro log and Thesa shenanigans.
When: December.
Where: Thesa, space, Wyver, places.
Warning(s): Will edit if any.


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[politrick]

[Sad... Merlin reaches over despite himself to pluck a few of those leaves out. Habit.]

I'd say that makes you a less practiced sorcerer. [merlin,] What's the difference?

[taryon]

Well, a sorcerer has an innate talent. They can draw inspiration from what others have written, but their magic comes from within. A lot of power, a lot of mayhem... but I'm nothing like that , of course!

[ He turns a little so Merlin can help him with some of the leaf-litter on his back, where he can't reach. ]

I have a little magical power, but mostly I act as a conduit, pouring spells into items and objects I've made.

[politrick]

That sounds like a sorcerer to me. A warlock, now, that's more like what you're talking about.

[Ahem hem... anyway. He brushes off a few more leaves, then—] Why am I doing this for you? You haven't even asked my name, calling me boy...

[taryon]

You looked a lot younger from a distance.

[ Taryon says, like that's any sort of defense. Though his sulkiness is more about the name thing — why are names always so important to people? ]

But all right. I'm Taryon Darrington. And you are?

[politrick]

You look like a great, shiny beetle from a distance, but I wasn't going to say anything.

[But OKAY... okay. He's past it! It's done, he's over it. For right now.]

I'm Merlin, anyway. Just Merlin.

[taryon]

[ A name which elicits absolutely no reaction or recognition. ]

You may need to get your eyesight checked, Merlin. Not to be a braggart at all, but I'm far too handsome to be a beetle of any sort.

[ Yes, what an incredibly modest statement, especially when he's still picking leaves from his hair. ]

[politrick]

[Rich boys....]

I've seen better. You missed one, a little higher.

[Gesturing helpfully! He's not sinking as low as hair-grooming, sorry buddy.]

[taryon]

[ Taryon just kind of fingercombs through until he finds it, flicks it away after. And voila, he's — well, he's presentable. It will probably be a lot better once he gets back to his brush and comb. And can take his armor off.

To that end, he starts to continue down the path the way he was going, though expectantly, as though they're going to walk together, turning to Merlin with a friendly smile. ]

So, how did you learn magic? Not a pact with a demon, I hope.