[Console | Video/Action?] did I disappoint you (possible spoilers)

[edgeoftheknife]

[The man in the video is gorgeous. True, there are dark circles under his eyes as if he hasn't slept well in weeks, but it kind of gives him that "I just stepped off a movie set and wow am I tired from being beautiful all day" look. If you've been around the Midnight Hotel at all over the past couple of weeks you've probably seen him there, shadowing after Anton Shudder like a lost puppy--which is pretty nearly the expression on his face most times as well. He looks lost.

He looks like he's forgotten what he came on here to say, as a matter of fact.

After a few more seconds he perks up, looking up at the camera instead of off to the side as he had been. When he speaks it's with an Irish accent.]

Right, hello. Ah, sorry about that. I seem to have misplaced my... brain, today. Anyway, I've met a few of you already, but for those I haven't, my name is Erskine Ravel. I also answer to "Grand Mage" or possibly "hey you."

[He gives a little two-fingered salute and a slight smile.]

I was hoping...

[He goes quiet, frowning.]

What was I hoping, again? I.... Mm, nope, it's gone. Ah well, if it was important it'll come 'round again. At any rate, I hope everyone's having a lovely day. Pay someone a compliment and don't forget to tip your waitress.

[The video abruptly stops.]


((ooc: possible spoilers, please mark comments as needed!))

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[video]

[needmetoo]

How do you lose your brain?

[She's heard of losing one's heart but not one's brain. And yeah given how... well, scattered that whole thing was, she doesn't really doubt he's right.]

[edgeoftheknife]

Very carefully, one would imagine. Except I've forgotten how I managed it. If I remember I'll let you know, if you like?

[needmetoo]

Um... sure.

[She is very slightly concerned.]

But don't you want to get it back?

[edgeoftheknife]

[Completely rolling with this now just for fun]

Oh I'm certain it'll turn up after a while. Sort of like a bad penny. I haven't quite dusted all the corners in the common room yet, maybe it's hiding in there.

[video]

[gathersnomoss]

Grand Mage?

[With the exception of that, Zel would slot him into the space normally reserved for Gourry Gabriev: good-looking, competent enough in his area of expertise, but having the brains of a bowl of custard. Stupid mages don't live long, though.]

[edgeoftheknife]

Yes?

[He looks at the image on the screen expectantly for a moment before giving a short laugh.]

Right, I know. And yes, of Ireland. For... [He pauses, eyes lifting as he counts in his head] Three years? Two, three? Something like that, I can't recall at the moment.

[gathersnomoss]

So it's more like a guildmaster than a title of skill.

[which makes even less sense. Zel might be able to believe someone could be skilled at magic but not be able to tell you today's date, but guildmasters theoretically need other skills.]

{On the other hand, Zelgadis had worked for the Atlas City Sorcerers' Guild during their succession troubles... maybe the fact this man had yet to cause a major magical catastrophe on Keelai was a point in his favor.]

[edgeoftheknife]

...really more of a "no one else wanted the job" sort of thing, although on that score I did get a resounding number of votes. And I have managed to scrape us through more than one end-of-the-world scenario mostly intact so that's got to count for something, right?

[This is completely leaving out certain giant details, but he's pretty sure only a small handful of people who might see this actually know said details. It'll be fine.]

(Video)

[stonebird]

Are you...well...ser? (He sounds scattered and that worries her.) Have you hit your head recently?

[edgeoftheknife]

I... [Yeah not even going to attempt to answer that first question.] Not recently, no. Unless you know something I don't?

[He looks at her through the console for a moment before shaking his head with a smile. No, he doesn't actually expect a real answer to that.]

I'm fine. I've just... had better days, I suppose.

[stonebird]

I do not. (For what comfort that brings.) Would you like to discuss it?

(She can offer a listening ear, though she is afraid what she might hear. Bad days are really bad in Westeros.)

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[gistful]

Ah, there you are.

[Anton, with his usual impassive expression, walks up behind Erskine, still on screen.]

I have a surprise for you in recognition of your diligent attempts to learn how to perform housework.

[He brings his hands out from behind his back to present ... a frilly maid's apron and hat.]

video;

[wintershepherd]

[ Smarmy winter spirit couldn't resist. ]

Whoa guys, I'm not judging roleplay or anything, but keep it off camera, would you? There are kids who use the consoles.

[edgeoftheknife]

[With a completely straight face, looking over at Anton:]

Yes darling, there are children on these things. This couldn't have waited until tonight?

(Video (On Accident))

[stonebird]

(She is all sorts of interesting colors at this message. Did she just squeak?

Yes. Yes, she did.)

[gistful]

Did you just hear a mouse, Erskine?

[So completely bland.]

(not here)

[denyamenti]

[ Great, more Set-damned Irish magicians, just what this place needs. Not. ]

[akito]

Another good-looking boy! [ he sounds very surprised. and pleased. ]

1/3

[edgeoftheknife]

Boy? I don't think I've qualified as a boy in four hundred ye--

2/3

[edgeoftheknife]

3/3 DONE

[edgeoftheknife]

...no you're absolutely right, boy it is. And thank you, little one, for the compliment. I happen to think I'm aging rather fantastically, myself.

[akito]

If you have a dick you are a boy.

You're not my type, but you are still pretty to look at. [ AND NOW FOR A JOKE ] Is that why Mister Anton is letting you stay?

[phoenixstrut]

[Dove just so happens to catch a glimpse of the console as she walks by and pauses, intrigued by the handsome face and his absentminded greeting. With an impossibly stunning charm of her own, she can't help but chime in and check up.]

It's a little early in the day to be forgetting things, isn't it? [she teases gently, sweeping her hair back from her face.] Are you alright?

[edgeoftheknife]

[At the sight of the pretty face on the screen he pauses, then rests his chin in his hands and grins.]

Fantastic, actually. If I'd have known losing my mind would attract such lovely ladies I'd have let it go ages ago.

[phoenixstrut]

[She smiles beautifully, and shakes her head amused.] Well. Most women do prefer a man who's a little vulnerable.

[sure, it's random small talk and flattery, but she'll soak it up like a sponge. Besides, it wasn't too uncommon for he network to get silly posts...right?] Was that your intention when you lost it? Because I'm sure I could guarantee that you don't struggle for attention on a regular day, even with your wits about you.