Private Post ⇒ recluserose, spellbent

[recluserose]

[It was another night in the town of Blackgale, with no moon in sight to set the dark sky aglow amid the blanket of stars. The lack of moonlight, however, was not stopping the local (and only) witch, Amelia Steinbeck, from doing a much needed patrol for this particular night. After all, when a demon from the darkest realm from who knows where comes to ones doorstep with the intention of murder, there's probably others lurking around.

That wasn't going to do, not at all.


Of course, she had to be at school soon for an early morning meeting... But hey, it's high school and she was always on time no matter what, thanks to magic. And thus, Amelia began to wander around in the streets, with a green flame flickering in one hand-- only visible to her, other magic users, and a magnet for more demons.

Come at her bros.]

Comments

[spellbent]

The things some people will do for status. [ like he's one to talk ]

[recluserose]

There does tend to be a lot of sacrificing involved. [Doesn't she know it]

[spellbent]

Oh yes. [ he stares at nothing for a moment, a small frown on his face ]

Do you think you will take an apprentice?

[recluserose]

When I feel like it.

[spellbent]

It that a typical practice for wizards and witches in your world?

[recluserose]

If you have magic from birth, you're usually already assigned to a senior wizard or witch, one who has credentials from the Magician's Guild backing them up. [Moves her glass around so the ice clinks against the sides]

Usually if one is born into a magical family, it's their parents who teach them to put their magic under control. Then they're handed over to a teacher who will guide them through techniques.

There are plenty of qualified wizards and witches who take on apprentices, sometimes up to five at a time. But sometimes, a student wants to seek out a more prestigious teacher, one with a 'title' so to speak.

Still, if you can remember, I'm an odd case. My apprenticeship was completely and totally random.

[spellbent]

I do remember.

I suppose I'm just curious about the way things work for you and yours.

[recluserose]

How does it work where you're from then?

[spellbent]

First of all, magic is genetic. It can't be learned, or given, or what have you. Second of all, only males can become wizards- at least, if there's a female wizard out there, I certainly haven't heard of her.

Usually it falls to the wizard's father to teach him. If he can't, then the family will pick a teacher. Another relative or close family friend. The boy will learn the basics to a point, then choose a skillset and go from there.

[recluserose]

Seriously? Only male wizards?

[spellbent]

Seriously.

Girls born into magical families tend to have their powers manifest in other ways. Psychic abilities, magical connections with plants or animals. There's even an interesting club in Vegas full of girls who specialize in sex magic. A small number are even born with no magic at all.

[recluserose]

Hm. Interesting, very interesting... We have a completely different group for psychics and they keep to themselves, much like we would. There's more of them than there are magic users.

Do they tend to live long?

[spellbent]

Our lifespans are about the same. Four hundred years or so, though the more powerful ones can push five hundred.

[recluserose]

[Downing the rest of of her drink and ordering another 8|]

This is actually rather fascinating at least from my point of view. Setting aside my mentor, the most powerful magic users in this world are actually witches.

[spellbent]

[ he's still working on his beer |D ]

As far as people who can use magic, wizards generally are on the top tier. There are some clans of fairies or demons and the like that can out-power us, but they keep to themselves.

[recluserose]

[And this time it's a Mojito that's given to her.]

Plenty of demons here as you saw. As for fairies... Well, there used to be fairies.

[spellbent]

"Used to be"?

[recluserose]

It's what it sounds like. We don't where they are, we don't know if some other force drove them away... the only proof of their existence is the few enchanted artifacts left over from their culture as well as areas where they used to settle.

[spellbent]

How bizarre.

[recluserose]

[Finishing off her second drink rather quickly.]

Indeed.

You're not much of a drinker are you?

[spellbent]

Not really. I notice you are, though.

[recluserose]

Admittedly it's close to being a bad habit.

[spellbent]

[ he chuckles a little ] Perhaps I shouldn't have offered to feed that habit.

[recluserose]

I'm better at handling alcohol than most people expect.

[And Aiden speaks up if only briefly]

That's what they all say. [She shoots him a look.

Shush.

[spellbent]

[ He jabs a thumb in Aiden's direction ] Well, if he cuts you off, he cuts you off, but until then, it's my treat.