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[eternalmagic]

Good morning. I've recently arrived in Riverview - my name is Mordred.

Suggestions are both welcome and encouraged as I learn my way around this lovely city. So is advice. [Although that could be such a bad idea. It's fine. He's accepted his choices.] In the meantime, I'll be fulfilling a position with Gramarye Magic Research.

Those of you that use magic yourselves, I sincerely hope our paths will cross while I'm here.

[And boy does he ever mean it.]

Comments

[ikols]

[ The comment about casual homicide prompts a laugh and he rubs his eyes, because it's so true that he can't not find the funny side; if he didn't, it would be incredibly depressing. He can't really miss Mordred sticking around and attributes it to the guy knowing nothing about him, not really. Or thinking him harmless by comparison to others. ]

It's just ... people.

[ To put it in the vaguest possible terms. ]

[eternalmagic]

Ah. [He nods knowingly.] People.

[It usually is, isn't it? On the appropriate side of the bar, Mordred takes up the position of the bartender with an open ear, leaning against the counter with his own drink still clutched comfortably in one hand.]

What kind of people?

[ikols]

[ Idly, Loki wonders if he shouldn't give Mordred a job. He might make a killing from those impromptu barman skills. ]

... Men.

[ If one word could sum up all his grousing, that would be it. ]

[eternalmagic]

[Eyebrows lift again, and then he smiles slightly.]

Maybe I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[ikols]

You're not coming onto me, it's fine. I'd trust you'd know if you were, anyway.

[ He has had some problems with mixed signals, lately. ]

It's nothing, at any rate. I'm fine.

[ Just moody and more self-involved than usual, but at least he can admit it. ]

[eternalmagic]

[Mordred nods slowly, sipping again, still watching Loki.]

Well, you seem fine.

[Nothing about the way he says it will suggest that this is in fact the case.]

[ikols]

You're very nosy.

[ An observation as Loki polishes off his drink, eyeing Mordred over the rim. ]

Did you know Merlin and Arthur, all those rabble?

[eternalmagic]

Sometimes.

[The question that follows nearly cracks the rim of the glass -- he wasn't expecting it. But Mordred just critically examines the remaining contents of his drink, and keeps his response politely neutral and very short.] Yes.

[ikols]

[ Huh. ]

You'd rather not talk about yourself? Pick a subject, I'm not fussy.

[ That is #ALIE but hes curious to see where Mordred takes the conversation when the attention is on him. ]

[eternalmagic]

You've clearly heard the story already, I'd just as soon not bore you. [Considering he is Not His Best Self when the subject comes up, he tries to avoid it altogether.

Changing the subject, therefore, is an opportunity he jumps on directly.]

Chaos magic is... impossibly rare, where I come from. I don't get the chance to-- [study it, experience it, try to learn it] --witness it as often as I'd like. If you don't have any strong objections, I'd very much appreciate hearing some about yours.

[ikols]

[ Sensitive button to push in the future, noted. ]

I do what I want, I don't know how else to put it. Existence bends around a user of chaos magic, they never break it.

[eternalmagic]

[#SOJEALOUS]

You never have trouble with it? Controlling it?

[ikols]

Oh, yes. Think of it as a big red button. You push it one too many times and you're on fire, burning forever. Best not to overdo it.

[eternalmagic]

Ah. That's... great.

[Well, it's nice to know there's still a balance in the universe, anyway.]

How does it interact with other forms of magic?

[ikols]

Curiously.

[ Not to give away too much about his own power, he flashes Mordred a wink. ]

Maybe if you throw together another drink, I'll feel my tongue loosen.

[eternalmagic]

[Bahhh, tricky god.]

Once more around the block, or are you in the mood for variety?

[ikols]

What do you think, Mozza?

[ Sliding off his stool, Loki mooches his way to the main couch facing the hearth and puts his boots up on the wooden coffee-table, awaiting the arrival of Mordred with an invitation for the sorcerer to park himself on the other side. ]

[eternalmagic]

[What the hell kind of--

All right, fine. Mordred rests his hands on the counter for a moment, pondering his options before he finally hops to it. This one is fall-to-winter and warm, touched by the heat of fire in his fingertips, a mixture of mead and hot buttered cider, the apples tart and heavy, with just a bit of sweet cinnamon. He makes two this time, but only adds the green mile to one. He can't imagine what that would do to him and isn't keen on finding out on this particular venture.

He joins his host by the hearth, turning over the drink before he makes himself comfortable, just in case this one doesn't go over as well.]

[ikols]

[ Accepting his new drink with a sniff, Loki's smile returns after he sips it and he sinks back in his seat. It tastes a little like home. ]

Do you, in fact, want a job here?

[eternalmagic]

[Now that's flattering. Mordred smiles, accepting his seat now and reclining with ease.] Thank you, but no. Some talents I prefer to save for special occasions. [He tilts his drink toward Loki.] But I'll let you know if Gramarye doesn't work out.

[ikols]

You'll be working under Victor. Everyone does, if not officially.

[ Stay awayyy. ]

He, on the other hand, definitely needs a beautiful young man's attention.

[eternalmagic]

I haven't met him. [Or, technically he has, but it was a single text and no introductions were made.

He gets a little bit of a Look at the next part, though.]

Depending on the context, I'm not sure I'll be the one to give it to him. [He drinks slowly as his brow furrows a little.] Is he in charge? The Loki I met initially claimed to be the first arrival.

[ikols]

Victor oversees a great deal, shall we say. He works with magic and science, bridging the gap, which makes him very versatile in his field. I refuse to step inside that building while he's around.

[ Sipping his drink, he shoots Mordred a look. ]

Stay under my twin's umbrella, if you can.

[eternalmagic]

[Ugh, science. Nothing against it, except that its adherents are just so rude.

Mordred shrugs anyway, resting an arm against the back of the sofa.] I prefer to work under my own steam, with some exceptions. [That is, when someone is willing to teach him new tricks. The other Loki hasn't been especially receptive so far.] But I appreciate the warning; consider it taken to heart.

[ikols]

What will you be working on, out of interest?

[ Loki tips his head back, his gaze sliding to Mordred's fingers on the cushioning. ]