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Postby Foleo » June 12th, 2022, 3:29:45 pm

【the premise】

  • Step 1: Get assigned a thesis exam in Voltar.
  • Step 2: Secretly sign up your friends for a Voltarian hot spring resort's mailing list.
  • Step 3: Profit?
【the cast】

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Ⓚ Ⓘ Ⓔ Ⓡ Ⓐ Ⓝ =

Former war criminal theater kid, current magical office worker. Though naturally predisposed to umbramancy, presently specializes in runic magic and spell composition. Quick-witted, with a knack for finding patterns.

Wore a lot of eyeliner as a teen.

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= Ⓓ Ⓞ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓥ Ⓐ Ⓝ

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Re: roleplayers = set(['Kestrad', 'Foleo'])

Postby Foleo » June 19th, 2022, 2:07:52 am

“And...checkmate.” Kieran nudges a lever, and the sixth row of their cubic board rotates about its y-axis. Doing so brings a rook and his last pawn into the plane of his opponent’s king, finally completing the trap he’d been constructing over the past fifty-three moves.

As his opponent leaps up to frantically scrutinize every side of the board, Kieran sighs, leaning back in his seat. That one picked up his pulse a bit, too—free-pivot hexaplanar chess isn’t for the faint of heart, and he definitely had some shaky moments in there.

It’s just that he’d be a little more proud of his victory if his opponent wasn’t two months out of the egg.

“The Amphistan Gambit,” he drawls imperiously, though the Aresian foal hardly seems to be in the mood for a lecture. “Page 814 of Tactics in Three Dimensions. You’d do well to remember the words of the great Warmaster Belmos: ‘always read a chapter ahead of the assigned reading.’”

He’s bullshitting at this point, and the foal knows it, breaking her focus on the cube to glare murderously at him. Kieran laughs, rising from his chair to scoop her into his arms. Her wings—feathered enough, now, to support her in short bouts of flight—beat against his face, and he uses a free hand to shove them down and pin her fully against his chest.

“You know what this means,” he says, sing-song, as he uses his foot to turn off the hexaplane projector. “You have to be a good girl on our trip! No biting, no killing, and definitely no messing with Donovan’s thesis exam, even if it would be really funny.” A brush of his fingers across the panel of runes next to the door sends stray papers and self-cleaning quills shuffling into his desk. Kieran steps neatly out of his office, arms laden with grumpy pegasus, before the lockdown ritual reaches the sweeping stage—last time, one of the dust bunnies stirred up by the process had ended up being alive, and he doesn’t fancy being around for a repeat of that experience. As fond as he is now of Davros.

On the way down to the stables, Kieran sends a querying ping down the thread connecting him to Elegy. Almost immediately, he’s returned a low, warm hum. Ready to go, then—sure enough, when he exits into the courtyards of the Keep, the enox is waiting for him, next to a student in second-year’s robes.

Kieran opens his arms, and the pegasus drops to the ground. She shakes herself off and trots towards Elegy, much to the student's chagrin.

"Archivist Kieran?" the student calls as Kieran gets closer. They shuffle a few steps away from the Aresian foal, casting a nervous glance her way as she headbutts Elegy in the shoulder. "I was responsible for tacking your enox. Do you require any modifications before your journey?"

Kieran casts his gaze across the one-sided saddlebags, the double saddle, the white silk sling draped across Elegy’s flank. Through their connection, he receives a sense of satisfaction, though with an overtone of gentle exasperation as the foal gives off a particularly huffy nicker—whatever they were talking about, it wasn’t anything Kieran was privy to. He thanks the stablehand, fishing out a small pouch of gold from his pocket, and sends them on their way.

Kieran shifts his weight, squinting just a bit as he looks across the courtyard in search of his traveling companions. Lachesis, at least, should be along anytime now...





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Re: roleplayers = set(['Kestrad', 'Foleo'])

Postby Kestrad » June 20th, 2022, 7:01:03 pm

Lachesis led Midnight, her trusty sleighbell confara pegasus, out from the stables, towards the courtyard where Kieran and Donovan had agreed to meet up. Midnight trotted patiently beside her, but through their bond, she could sense the thrum of his excitement. Her current position as an alchemist didn't lend itself to much travel, as gathering ingredients was usually a job left to the apprentices, and so Midnight was left to languish in the stables, with only short rides for exercise. But today, with fully packed saddlebags alongside the birds perched in his mane and the two excited arkenian geese waddling in his wake, he knew this was more than merely a short exercise flight.

Lachesis paused just outside the courtyard to glance at her arrayed flock. Her cinersi Calida, steady companion and voice of reason, perched on her shoulder. Somewhere above, Yin, her silver alicanto, flew overhead, gleefully reflecting blinding sunlight into her peripheral vision. Huginn and Muninn, her alagoses, stared back at her from Midnight's back with beady eyes, behaving for now. She addressed them in particular when she cleared her throat and said sternly, "I know this is technically a vacation, but it's also Donovan's thesis trip. So you're not going to do anything to mess that up, all right?"

The two alagoses squawked, almost catlike in their protestations of innocence. Lachesis glared. "You're only allowed to prank me. Not Kieran or Donovan."

Huginn croaked out a caww, and Lachesis huffed. "Or I might get jealous, that's what." While the two ravens mulled on that, she led Midnight and the geese forward again, to where a familiar shadow was lurking in the courtyard. That was Kieran accounted for, then, but where was Donovan? He was who this entire trip was for in the first place.

Kestrad has been eaten by life. She'll probably pop back in occasionally.
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