[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.]


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[edgeoftheknife]

[It takes focus to keep the cups levitating, but not that much focus. He's been doing this for a few hundred years by now, after all. So he watches Alayne's reactions, the anxiety, the disquiet. Funny, she's as jittery as he is. He'd had a feeling about that.]

Magic.

[The smile he gives her doesn't have quite the wattage he could have mustered maybe a month ago, doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's still charming enough. He takes a seat across from her and the mug glides smoothly down to his hands--he wraps both firmly around the mug to keep it steady.]

Manipulating the air around the cup. Elemental magic. Is there magic where you come from?

[stonebird]

(Magic. Of course. But that hardly explains anything and she clutches her cup between her hands. She has been forced to come to conclusions she never imagined herself making thanks to her time spent on the turtle.

Magic is one of said conclusions, though it raised more questions than it answered.)

Are you a...practitioner of magic...then? (It's easier if she thinks of it like a Maester's craft.) There are...stories. I have never encountered magic myself, but there is talk of dragons in the East.

[edgeoftheknife]

A sorcerer, yes, like Anton and Skulduggery--if you've met him. Although Anton's magic is quite a bit different than ours. Skulduggery and I are both Elementals.

[He takes a small sip from his mug and chuckles softly]

Now that is unusual. We may have sorcerers and whatnot but we haven't got dragons. That would be something to see.

[And then he falls silent, because he can tell she's still horribly tense. God only knows he's the last person she should worry about.]

I'm sorry if I've frightened you, Alayne. It wasn't my intention.

[stonebird]

I have not...asked. (Probing at that seems dangerous.) Meaning you can work with...fire? Water?

(Hey she's trying. Alayne takes a sip and glances away a mite awkwardly.)

I would rather not. It was said that brave Knights (ha) slew them. I'm not certain where the...Targaryen...found them.

(She worries about everyone unless she has known them for a good while.)

You surprised me. (Her fear serves no purpose here.) It is difficult to know what you are capable of, I admit.

[edgeoftheknife]

Fire and water, earth and air. Some are easier than others.

[With small, slow movements, he sets his mug of tea down and pushes it out of the way to give himself a space to work directly between them. With a glance up at Alayne to make sure she's not going to get spooked, he snaps the fingers of his right hand. A spark erupts from the friction of the gesture, and a little ball of flame perhaps three inches across blossoms in between his hands. He holds them slightly apart, cupping the flame, turning his hands slowly around as the flame continues to flicker steadily.]

I'm sorry for surprising you, then. You don't need to worry about me, I won't do anything. Wouldn't do anything. I just thought you might like some tea. You did offer to talk, if I recall correctly.

[stonebird]

(She can't disguise her wonder, Tully blue eyes wide for a few moments. But then a mask snaps into place, hiding her emotions as surely as a wall of stone.)

Wouldn't means you could hurt someone. (The subtle difference isn't lost on her, however she lets it go.) I do want tea and I am curious about you. Magic is new to me. I thought it was meant for stories.

(Like her brave, pure knights.)

I wish I could use it.

[edgeoftheknife]

[There's a pause before he answers.]

It does mean that, indeed. I could, and I have. But I won't.

[He presses his hands together, the ball of flame between them, and the fire snuffs out. Time to retrieve his mug.]

The mortals in our world--the non-magical people--don't know we exist. We've kept magic hidden from them for a very long time. It's nice to be able to use it without worrying about all of that.

[He sips his tea]

I don't know whether you'd have an aptitude for it or not, if your world doesn't have as much magic as ours. I suppose there's no harm in trying, though... except possible disappointment.

[aka Alayne do you want to build a snowman try some magic someday]