[stays on it. claimed in the name of ryner. this is in no way similar to your dream, or anything, though that was notably from ryner's point of view. you were the bed encroacher, damian, it was you.
takes a bite, and gives himself the time to chew and swallow before answering.]
I didn't find any carelessly open signs of magic, but I did check out places of strategic interest, and some of the more affluent households are worth further investigation for sure. Magic didn't require money in my time, but things do change, I suppose.
[ uGHHH I'M NOT A BED ENCROACHER. tense, perhaps because of how similar it feels, sans positions being reversed (???)
who the fuck even is that white haired person. who were any of those people in fact. what the fuck. ]
Material magic costs money, and materials in this day and age are hard to come by.
[ he's dabbled a little in magecraft himself, which is a happy coincidence—look, he was kind of a troubled teen. but it's not anywhere near sustainable levels of magic and he has a small pool of mana, at best, and a rudimentary level of magic, though a little more knowledge than what he is physically capable of doing. knowledge is probably the greater power between the two, after all. ]
So it's as I thought. The wealthy elites have found another game to play. Will the War be contained in this city?
Exactly. There should actually be an, mm, arbitrator of sorts, that you can consult to get a clearer idea of what's happening than you can from me. The War didn't exist in my time. Do you have any contact with an association of mages or something?
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getting up from the bed, then. ]
Some servant, indeed.
[ and, looking to him expectantly, arms crossed ]
Your report.
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takes a bite, and gives himself the time to chew and swallow before answering.]
I didn't find any carelessly open signs of magic, but I did check out places of strategic interest, and some of the more affluent households are worth further investigation for sure. Magic didn't require money in my time, but things do change, I suppose.
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who the fuck even is that white haired person. who were any of those people in fact. what the fuck. ]
Material magic costs money, and materials in this day and age are hard to come by.
[ he's dabbled a little in magecraft himself, which is a happy coincidence—look, he was kind of a troubled teen. but it's not anywhere near sustainable levels of magic and he has a small pool of mana, at best, and a rudimentary level of magic, though a little more knowledge than what he is physically capable of doing. knowledge is probably the greater power between the two, after all. ]
So it's as I thought. The wealthy elites have found another game to play. Will the War be contained in this city?
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[flops out on the bed.]
It should be. Masters may have come from far afield to involve themselves in it, but most if not all of it should stay within Gotham.
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[ clicks his tongue, deadpan and sarcastic ]
Joy. So the number of freaks in this city increase.
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...Or nothing that can't be explained away as something other than magic, at any rate.
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[ it's disdainful, but less about this subject—he's angry about something, maybe. and the dream is still weird. ]
Keeping it secret is how I prefer it. It's my impression that there has been a precedence to this War?
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[ . . . I guess I have to go . . . find that out though . . . ]
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Even so, I'm too identifiable as what I am, so it would need to be you to find out.
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. . . Well. Until now. I suppose.
[ you're so fucking useless ok fine i'll do the thing ]