Open Post: This Is Where The Magic Happens
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A new notice has appeared on the welcome table and at several well-traversed locations around the mansion and its grounds. It invites residents to stop by a certain summer house (which has recently sprung into existence on the shore of the lake) if they are interested in the discussion and/or instruction of magic.
Should anyone's curiosity take them in that direction, they'll find Nightingale there with a pot of tea always on the go and a rotating selection of snacks and nibbles. He's started to cultivate (heh) a small library of his own - important texts in the history of his magical tradition, textbooks for the study of a number of dead/archaic languages, and a growing pile of his own notes.
He'll be delighted to catalogue the differences (and similarities) in the way various worlds practice magic, conduct experiments to see if they can use each other's traditions, and (in the case of Laertes and anyone else that seems like they might be a fit candidate) begin some basic magical instruction.
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Should anyone's curiosity take them in that direction, they'll find Nightingale there with a pot of tea always on the go and a rotating selection of snacks and nibbles. He's started to cultivate (heh) a small library of his own - important texts in the history of his magical tradition, textbooks for the study of a number of dead/archaic languages, and a growing pile of his own notes.
He'll be delighted to catalogue the differences (and similarities) in the way various worlds practice magic, conduct experiments to see if they can use each other's traditions, and (in the case of Laertes and anyone else that seems like they might be a fit candidate) begin some basic magical instruction.
Closed.
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Date: 2023-11-06 08:40 pm (UTC)Once he has decided to make his presence known, he steps inside and makes a polite bow to announce himself.
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Date: 2023-11-06 09:30 pm (UTC)"Hello there! Come in, come in. Long time no see." He dusts off another chair and pulls it closer to one side of his desk, where a tea set sits with teapot steaming. He points at the pot and raises an eyebrow, the offer implicit.
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Date: 2023-11-06 09:52 pm (UTC)"I've intended to ask how you would prefer that I address you," he says as he watches the steam rising.
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Date: 2023-11-06 10:52 pm (UTC)In answer to both the explanation and the question, Lan Wangji hesitates. "Nightingale," he repeats, reluctant to use no title but equally reluctant to disregard Nightingale's preference. "Most address me as Hanguang-jun, if they are not close enough to use my name. Before I earned that title, I was typically introduced as the second young master Lan."
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Date: 2023-11-07 10:07 am (UTC)Recalling the green tea Lan Wangji had served him when he first arrived, he pushes forward another empty cup. "If you find a good old British cuppa is not quite to your taste, it's perfectly acceptable to drink unadulterated."
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Date: 2023-11-07 10:21 am (UTC)The matter of his title is more difficult. The meaning is, to him, evident. He repeats it but with a careful pause between each character, hoping whatever force the mansion employs will understand his intent: "Light-bearing lord."
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Date: 2023-11-07 06:01 pm (UTC)Nightingale holds out his hand, palm up, and curls his fingers into a fist. "Watch carefully," he says, and then, slowly and clearly, "lux". His fingers unfurl to reveal a golf ball sized globe of pearlescent light.
If Laertes has an aptitude for magic, he will already feel the shape of the forma as something like a catch in the air, a soft noise in the silence, the muted clunk of a key opening a lock. The vestigium Nightingale leaves in his wake is sharp and precise - the steady ticking of a metronome, the near-silent whirring of well-oiled machinery.
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Date: 2023-11-07 08:16 pm (UTC)When he sees the summer house, and recognizes that it's new, he comes to the door and looks in curiously. Although he's nowhere near as miserable as he has been, he still gives a faint sense that he's haunting a place, dressed in white and pale as a ghost at the window
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Date: 2023-11-07 09:40 pm (UTC)"Ah, hello," he says, then hesitates, unsure what name to use. He recalls that Claudius had mentioned Laurel as well as the two he was already familiar with. "What should I call you?" he asks at last, gentle.
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Date: 2023-11-17 09:10 pm (UTC)"Nightingale?"
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Date: 2023-11-17 09:37 pm (UTC)"Sagramore, do come in. Tea?"
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Date: 2023-11-18 01:36 pm (UTC)Sagramore is trying not to pace, but the urge is there -- he's restless, anxious, in spite of how certain he is of his purpose. He wishes, for approximately the thousandth time today, that he had a drink.
"He was my lover. I still love him, Christ, I love him tremendously, but he told me something about himself that I can't overlook, as much as I want to. I left him. But the thing is -- he's so guarded. He shields himself against other people. I don't think he'd let anyone know him before me, not for centuries, and certainly not love him. I don't know whether he even has friends here, but I don't think so. And I'm worried about him. I-- Christ, I hurt him but I'm afraid for him to be hurt--" He rakes his hands back through the mess of curls that's become shaggy and started to fall into his eyes at times. "I want to ask you to look in on him. I just want to know he's-- I love him. I want someone to care whether he's all right. And because you're a magician, I think he's less of a danger to you, if he's a danger to anyone any more. I trust you."
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Date: 2023-11-18 02:12 pm (UTC)"Of course.. Who should I be looking for?" His first thought was Aleksander? but that doesn't seem quite right. How many powerful magicians with dark secrets can one mansion hold?
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