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Walking into the bar, his hands busy tucking something that looks like it might be a bright green tuning fork into the pocket of a long blue vest. Telemain wipes his slightly grimy hands on a suddenly convenient handkerchief before glancing up.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise before his memory is officially jogged, and then a small smile forms. The handkerchief gets tucked away, and he straightens the collar of his shirt and then starts rolling down the sleeves, which he'd previously had tucked up around his elbows.
He knows this place.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise before his memory is officially jogged, and then a small smile forms. The handkerchief gets tucked away, and he straightens the collar of his shirt and then starts rolling down the sleeves, which he'd previously had tucked up around his elbows.
He knows this place.
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For Morwen, it probably is. But who knows if anyone else (typists included) will actually understand it.
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"So no doubt you will understand the implications when I say that examining this one of a kind creation was almost not worth the effort it took to deal with the woman who owned it."
He flags down a waitrat.
"A chandelier. Have you ever had the misfortune to visit the kindom near my home?"
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He gestures, the scowls and closes the button on the edge of his sleeve, which he'd forgotten and left open.
"They have a crystal structure that emits light and sound, tuned to the energy of the people who walk beneath it. Colours and noises, a rather fascinating geological occurence, the properties of which would be fascinating to study. However, the point is that it came untuned, and I was contracted to lend my aid. The woman insisted on leaning over my shoulder and hanging around at the base of the ladder and shrilling directly into my ear canal."
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Some people just shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a repair site.
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A dour expression. But he's not that rude.
Even if he wants to be sometimes.
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The image of Morwen meeting Andromeda... he smiles, slightly.
"May I order you a drink?"
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And at the offer, Morwen smiles. "If you'd like."
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He arches an eyebrow.
"--it might be fascinating to see if the crystals registered the creatures."
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Never mind that Telemain wouldn't be able to understand it.
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He places an order for two glasses of wine- it's a fine evening, and he survived an afternoon standing on a ladder with a woman shouting up at him. Cause for celebration.
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Wine is certainly a surprise, but he's certainly got cause for celebration, so she doesn't comment.
(OOC: And now, dinner. I'll be back later, though; slowtime?)
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He raises his glass in a toast to nothing in particular, then takes a sip.
"All of them are well, I trust?"
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The ones who remember Telemain... are more resigned to the fact that it'll happen sooner or later. But that's cats for you.
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"...my company? How gratifying."
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"Oh dear. I'm notorious. Has anything interesting come your way, recently? I'm almost jealous of those of you who live in the forest."
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...Wait, did Telemain know wizards melt? Oh well, he does now. At least he seems well-rested enough to take the news.
Morwen finally gets around to trying the wine. It's not half bad.
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He leans forwards, wine suddenly forgotten.
"I've heard the adage about witches, but given the state of your home never put stock in it."
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She'll take what she can get.
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He passes a hand over his eyes, and tries not to grin.
"How... appropriate?"
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"It only gets rid of them for about two days - I think up to four, if you get the staff away and hide it. As far as I know, the best way to be rid of them for good is still to get a dragon to eat them."
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She probably knows what that not-quite-innocent tone means.
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And he definitely knows what the Look means. Really, if she didn't like the man...
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Obviously.
"Although I'd need a few supplies, of course."
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From what Morwen's seen, a staff's separation from its wizard doesn't always stop it soaking up magic. And in a place like the bar... well, it might bring the outside inside, and that would be Bad.
"Melt one for youself, and then start the staff analysis."
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He files the staff idea away for later pursuit.
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A look over his shoulder confirms that the door is still there.
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Or, you know, possibly too much. But knowing Telemain, he'll get to it all eventually.
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They'd be absolutely ruined.
"No, my time here is limited, at best."
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Not after the way he was analyzing Bar.
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He smiles.
"How could I not be? But it's very different than our world, and the same laws of magic do not apply. My ability to study is limited at best."
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One of these days, he'll find out about the magical library... and camp out in it for a week. But Morwen doesn't know of it herself yet, so she won't be the one to tell him.
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"Of course I will. Don't think I haven't been trying. There are those who gain magic, those who are magic, those who learn and win."
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"If I thought you hadn't been trying, I would be seriously concerned for your well-being."
Not that she isn't half the time anyway, but still.
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He shakes his head.
"I'm still working, as I said."
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He climbs to his feet.
"It has been something of a long day."
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A slight bow, and he goes.