september overflow log

[hownkai]

This is an overflow for the first September Event Log.

Comments

[hanzer]

[A bird, sure. A big, mostly-metal bird who looks built more to kick the shit out of everything around it than to fly the coop – but Dorian's assessment is apt enough. If he were any other mage he knows – it's a very short list, to be fair – then Adam probably wouldn't be half as trusting as he's willing to be now (exhibit A: that bug person still lurking somewhere over there...) It's not quite enough trust for him to not look as apprehensive as he does, but it's still far more than he's willing to afford most people. Just take it as a compliment, Pavus.

The magic, for its part, starts off looking suspiciously like someone just taking a knife and – ta-daaaa – cutting the sleeves off... Which is understandable, considering that's exactly what's happening here. Even Adam has to pause in the act of staring stonily straight ahead to cast a curious glance at his side, kind of expecting to find the magic working through the staff-blade– but in a quick flare of dull warmth on the weave of his shoulder, he finally finds it.

...Well that. Was a lot less spectacular than he was fearing expecting. He even has the grace to look a little abashed – yeah, okay, maybe he overreacted a little – but it quickly turns into a quiet snort of laughter, and another one of those almost-smiles.]

Let's go ahead and pretend like I handled that like a badass.

[Letting his arms drop, he takes a second to inspect himself and... Nods slowly, appreciatively. Maybe not his usual style, but it's certainly not disagreeable. Dorian certainly seems to think so, anyway.]

Not a bad job at all. [A pause, and then drily:] Going to have to be careful with the praise, though. Might go to my head.

[liberaltus]

[Would Dorian ever hurt you with magic Adam? Okay would Dorian ever intentionally hurt you with magic Adam? In spite of his flare for it, he's extremely cautious when using it in close proximity to someone he actually likes. Unfortunately for you there are no pumpkins or mice, it's just a quick adjustment to the arms of your shirt and you are very welcome to it.

Glancing up, the mage contemplates his companion for a second, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he mulled over this word badass, certain it doesn't mean what he think it does, but going with it regardless. He'll eventually get used to the idea that hot, cool, and amazing all mean the same thing, even if they shouldn't.]

I'm not entirely certain how objective I can be about your ass, Adam, but I dare say it's not bad.

[Now ask him what he really thinks?]

Oh? Well I wouldn't mind seeing how inflated your ego can really get if left completely without supervision or constraints.