inkedspell | [IC] Inbox for deercountry

[Saeri watches as Sweet Pea is put-out by being set down on the table. It's very hard to cuddle when it's not touching someone! She plucks it up herself and taps at a different rune on its back, powering it down. The legs curl back up inside and it goes back to looking like a green egg.]

A coat. Why didn't I think of that? I ditched the fur idea originally when I thought about all the ink that would get in it during touch-ups, but a coat or sleeve would be perfect. Thanks.

[ Huh, that was actually a good idea? Robby's surprised, eyebrows raised, but-- hey, he'll take it. ]

Sure. [ He sounds a little amused, but then he's looking at the sheets Saeri motioned to before, motions to them as well. ]

Okay, so -- is there an easy rune to start with? How do we do this?

Depends on what you want to say. Since it's not so much about rune, singular, as in rune families. You pick which one you this is the most fun to work with and move on from there.

[She separates the stack into separate piles of different families.]

You've got your classics like the Futhark families, or you can look at heiroglyphs, like Egyptian or Mayan, Etruscan, or even cuneiform. Not all of those are actually "runes" historically, they just fall into the "rune" branch of magic because the older the written language, the stronger its magical bonds.

Majority of runists are "purists" and only use defined rune families. [Yeah, she rolls her eyes just a bit as that.] But that does make them the easiest to start with. The basics.

Lance If you insist on trying to make me sing due to the stupid blood magic thing One More Time Im going to stab ypu

Sounds like your ideas of fun don't mesh.

[ Now that he's actually getting to see the separate runes, it's almost immediately far more complicated (along the levels he was expecting, but still) than Robby was beginning to hope; but that's because he's looking at multiple alternatives, and that's a relief to hear and understand. ]

I'll take whichever ones doesn't want me drawing birds. [ Sorry, Egyptian hieroglyphs. It's said with a pinch of humour, but Robby leans in to inspect the papers better, and he taps a finger to the Futhark and the Etruscan choices (as long as it's the alphabet). ]

Those two look like something I'm gonna be able to get my head around. Unless this is a case of looks being deceiving, and I just picked the challenge.

[ Unless either of these are one of the classics -- maybe that Futhark one? ]

[It took a minute for a response.]

They dont And looks like I got a rwong number Sorry bout that

[Though... how? He was pretty sure he picked Lance for this to go to.]

It's cool, I'm sure I could look like a lance.

More of an Axe girl but lancers are fun too.

What do you mean

[Was she talking about weapons or people?]

It was a joke.

A weapons joke. I fight with axes and lances. Or scythes.

Oh

[Sorry. This boy was bad with jokes in person. Even worse over text.]

Right Im looking lance The person Not the weapon

Never heard of him.

Correction. I have heard of him. Network makes it hard not to hear of people. We're all F-rate celebs around here.

Still don't know him.

Well yeah Lance is kind of hard to ignore He makes loud network posts But I get it Theres a lot of people I know ont he network but also dont know

Loud is a good world for him.

So.
Can you sing or is he just taking the piss out of you?

[ So, this month is a ride when it's coming to people's privacy.

As in, there isn't any, though Robby was warned about that. Memories shared inside books, personal moments sent over the omnis. It's different, from being told to experiencing it, and the supposed ease these experiences provide are brief at best. How are you meant to operate smoothly afterwards, with another's life and emotions still kicking around in your head, your heart?

Robby doesn't say anything to Saeri to begin with. He comes for his regular lessons, helping, learning of runecraft. He's brought some paleblood this time, infused with the effects of paranoia this month--maybe they can fuck with the amounts to make a useful ink that will increase a paleblood's natural ability of future-seeing: basically, making one more alert to their surroundings, quicker reflexes (before falling into panic).

The right dilution, the right words. The right timing, but Robby doesn't know when that will be beyond a lull in their work, which he goes for with some reservation. ]

So... if I saw one of your memories, would you want me to tell you about it?

[ Because if she wants him to keep that shit to himself, he will. ]

[The fact he brought samples makes Saeri feels this weird sort of pride. Because he's picking up things pretty quickly and coming up with ideas and hypotheticals and she had forgotten how much she enjoyed having someone to tutor. It really scratches that itch inside of her. And she really needs it right now, considering as time goes she's becoming more and more restless. She can't settle down, she needs more to do, more to keep her mind and hands busy. Robby helps with that.

And since her blood magic isn't on the fritz like last month, nothing has threatened to explode yet. Mixing the paleblood with darkblood could help with with the faster reflexes and hyper-vigilance--except maybe they shouldn't be using hers, considering it's imbued with a near manic hyperactivity that she hasn't even noticed because this happens to her often enough anyway. Whoops.

She's carefully stirring in some of her personal ink, with the paleblood, watching as it shifts to a more creamy color--when he asks that and she freezes. For just a moment. It could be noticeable, but she's back to loose and casual as quick as can be. She shrugs.]

...It would be nice to know. People knowing things about you that you didn't tell them is kind of fucked, but Trench doesn't give us much of a choice.

[ Robby hasn't been noticing his own blood's problems, allowing Saeri to have some without any side effects mentioned -- because it's difficult to share you're seeing things when everything seems so very real and normal, compared to how Trench usually is.

What effect does that have on ink? Hope nobody finds out disastrously. Unlike darkblood, which is its own list of possibilities. And Robby likes possibilities, going through words, thinking about implementation. Notebook out, possible words, but his eyes are on Saeri with the offer, the pause noticed. Nothing to call out, because who wouldn't react to that?

So the hum like a chuckle is soft from his throat, agreeable. ]

Yeah, I hear it happens every other month. [ An exaggeration--or is it. But the joking dies with that as he shares, awkwardly: ] I don't know if you remember it; you were seven, it was your birthday. Your brother-- [ was an utter ass ] --pushed your cake in your face.

[ Like an absolute ass, he (still) wants to say, but holds his tongue. Searches for what he can say instead, and lands weakly on: ]

I don't think it got any better from there.

[ Better than what most people face as they get older, but still. Everything he felt in that memory - that dulled emotion telling him to keep it in, feel nothing - sticks to him, bothers him.

A lot. ]

[She's been lucky until now, as far as she knew. No one had mentioned they had seen anything from her life. Maybe she'd been led into a false sense of security by it.]

Oh. That. Yeah he dumped the whole thing on me. Never did get all the stains out of that dress. Alodia made me burn it.

[Not going to discuss how Alodia refused to allow Ms Halli to clean it and made her do it since it was "her mess."]

Wynnie's a piece of shit, but I was fine. No worries.

[ He'd argue about her being okay, but it's a rather pointless argument. That was then, this is now, and people deal with shit as they please.

Rather: ] Never would've imagined you coming from a fancy house, [ he decides to say instead, ask: ] How long'd it take you to get out?

[ Because it wasn't Saeri's style at all, and good on her for getting out. ]

I was twelve when I finally escaped that mausoleum. It was like living in the least interesting museum ever. Ugh.

[Her lip curls up a bit at just how disgusted she is to remember it.]

Living at the Forge compound was way better. At least all their ancient artifacts were for touching and learning from instead of being behind three-inch thick glass so no one could "sully it by a breath."

[Keith hesitated before responding.]

I dont know People have told me I sound pretty good But I dont exactly sing all the time I dont like singing in front of people

God, rich people, right? [ Such rich people shit. ] They like to own everything and make a show about it. Stuff like that deserves to get rehomed.

[ The nice way of saying stolen. ]

If they even had anything worth it. We talking paintings, pottery -- first edition books they'll never read?

[ Because of course Robby's going to bring a little something to his rad teacher for Christmas (doesn't matter if she celebrates it, it's a way to appreciate people). He's gotten her a box of chocolates in a box unlike anything from Trench... because it isn't. There is, however, three packets of cookies done up in muslin and with a bow, of an oatmeal raisin variety, salted caramel, and chocolate. A card comes with them, white inked snowflakes (with a wooden stamp) on top of a navy blue card.

Inside is a stamped deer, along with a message:

'Saeri

Happy near year, all that fun stuff
it feels like it was just a month ago when I started learning from you
thanks for that and everything
what you told me about warmblood and teaching me was the first time
I felt good about my blood
and like I could do more to help

I'm glad Simi likes to get up to trouble

Robby Keene' ]

Oh they had hundreds of books that were probably priceless. Ancient texts, forbidden artifacts, historical records dating back to the founding of the family, records of the Mystlands...

[She sighed for a moment.]

It's a good thing I read most of that shit before I left because it was so good. Sucked I had to leave it all behind but that was worth it.

Cute.
Maybe he wanted to do a duet and you're ruining his chance at a romantic moment with you.

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Sorry this took so long. :( Feel free to drop if it's too old.

NOPE YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME NOW

OH NO THE HORROR LOL

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action; memshare

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gift, before the 25th December

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