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[littlemhigan]

Who: Castor, and maybe you!
When: Throughout June
Where: All over! But mostly around house C-03 and the Curti Centre
What: Monthly catchall for Castor!
Warnings/Notes: None so far


1] Things we lost in the fire
Castor’s kept to herself following the foray into the Dream Width, not engaging with the new souls found, nor does she linger once the airships land safely once again. For not being a sneaky sort, she’s pretty good at just vanishing.

Towards the end of the day though, an astute set of eyes might notice her up on the roof of one of the Curti Centre buildings, silently regarding the airships, and those coming and going.


2] Anyone have a Gyshal Green?
If you’re anywhere near the C-block of housing, there’s a new Wark in the neighbourhood! Look close and you can spot the ivory feathers of a new chocobo! Sometimes it’s just chilling in the yard, sometimes it’s napping quietly against Castor (who is probably just as quietly napping out in the sunshine), but it always seems even tempered if a bit aloof...Do you have a treat for it?


3] Something Something praise the sun
Despite the occasional complaint to the neighbours, Castor really was one to rise early. In the small yard of C-03, she stretches and drills and finds herself keenly missing the striking dummies from back home. Sometimes she prays, even if The Twelve can’t hear her here. If you’re out for an early morning run, maybe she’ll join you?

4] PUNCH PRACTICE (for Hunk)
Early one afternoon, the following message comes in over the network.
hunk if you want to learn some hand to hand meet me at the curti centre in one hour and ill teach you.


5] BYOPrompt!

Comments

[littlemhigan]

Yeah. S'about the best anyone can do. I'm guessin this world is a few steps removed from wherever ye call home, huh?

[surrenderto]

Quite. The species of creatures is vastly different. Magic, while weaved into this world is merely a trick to fool others back home. It does not exist. It is ... different.

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY

[littlemhigan]

Seems I've got the opposite problem. Much an' more 'f all this is familiar te me, but not th' same. I still get caught off guard about it here'n there.

No magicks where you're from though? Really? Not even by another name?

No worries! : )

[surrenderto]

Curious. I know that others claim magic exists in their worlds. [ But she does her best to shrug it off. "Magic". ] No, we have no such things. There may be those who are fooled by tricks and illusions. There are also those who have not received a full, properly beneficial education and they may see parts of science as magic. Ultimately I come from a world driven by advancement of technology and understanding.

[littlemhigan]

Huh.

[ She seems to give this a good think over. A world completely without aether is...not something she's ever needed to consider. ]

I s'pose...well, there's a whole race o' spoken where I come from who can't use Aether at all; I think they turned te the same solution ye did, with the technology an' whatnot. Guess ye gotta make yer own magicks.

[surrenderto]

[ While that aether, magic, does give Moira is a bit to think about it. She pauses for a few extra moments trying to think of something to say about the whole "magic is normal except for this one race" deal. ]

How odd. Do you know why they are unable to or is it an unsolved mystery of your world? I could make form a few ideas but without any knowledge of it all it would be is wild speculation.

[littlemhigan]

Dunno, as it were. Ye don't run into many Garleans that ain't trying te kill ye, and even fewer ye can actually call friendly. I'm sure theres some scholarly discourse on the matter but I ain't privy to it.

If I had te guess though, I'd guess its cause there's less aether wherever they crawled out of. Ye can't learn te use a thing if ye don't have it te use.