( Kate spins, ready to confront whoever had the gall to do that when the words from the unfamiliar looking woman settle in and...
oh. so this is the chick she's been texting. )
—That's me. What d'ya drink?
( no time wasted there, clearly. Kate's already gesturing for another beer as she asks the question, hooking her foot around the barstool next to hers to push it out for the other woman. )
[Klaudia pulls her hands back at the quick movement, looking a little surprised that a drunk someone can move that fast. Or supposed to be drunk? Either way, her hands go up in an innocent gesture, until the stool is pulled out for her. She'll sit herself on the stool, tucking her skirt underneath her so it doesn't get caught on anything.]
Anything with wine in it is fine.
[If Kate doesn't have any suggestions, then she'll let the bartender figure it out. She's not too picky. She is going to look over at Kate with a curious tilt to her head, though.]
You're very quick for a drunk person. Are you sure you're still drunk, or did I take too long to find you?
( her gaze is definitely still unfocused enough to make the effects of alcohol clear, but that greeting is a shock to the system, a splash of ice cold water that has burned in reflexes and kinetic magic working before anything else.
the bartender, meanwhile, finds a good wine, holding up a bottle of rose for Klaudia to inspect. )
Always have been. ( shrug. that's true enough, even if her words are slurring. she spent years trying to push herself to move quicker, react quicker. it's hard to get rid of that, even when it brings up a wave of nausea she has to push down. nope. not dealing with that right now, in front of a new acquaintance. )
You always accept invitations from drunk strangers?
[She'll give the go-ahead for the bartender to give her a glass of the offered wine, but her attention is still mostly on Kate. She tilts her head to the side, like she's trying to make a proper assessment.]
[Hmm, maybe she's more drunk than she seemed at first glance. Klaudia barely restrains the urge to wave her hand to see how well Kate can track it. Instead, she'll just smile impishly.]
Only ones that send me drunk messages. So congratulations, you're the first.
( the thing about being drunk, for Kate, is that it makes it hard to keep her expressions under control as she would while sober, so the smirk that spreads across her face is a bigger, more obvious thing than it would be otherwise. )
So. Tell me summat. ( ugh, words are so much harder after too much booze. ) 'Bout you.
[Well, that smirk is encouraging, so Klaudia is going to chime back:] Extremely lucky you~
[Though the request for something about herself lessens her good mood just a bit. Not telling people anything about herself is practically a compulsion at this point, but there's plenty of things to talk about that don't involve the plenty of things she doesn't want to talk about... At least the bartender handing over her drink gives her a moment to think while she takes a sip of it.]
Something like what? That's a pretty vague ask. I need to know what sort of criteria you're looking for.
( well, Kate's version of avoiding talking about herself is to get other people to talk about themselves. so this could be... a time.
but the good thing? Kate knows nothing about this woman but her name and the fact she came to meet a drunk stranger because why not. so there's plenty to ask about.
( huh, come to think of it, she hasn't seen much of either yet. maybe she does know too many fellow kinetic users. but light magic certainly sounds like it would have its uses — at least in the way Kate is used to thinking of things — and she makes an approving noise at the demonstration, eyes widening slightly.
as for alchemy... )
That's... that one that turns shit into other shit, right?
( not like shapeshifting, or really... any power she's known back home. it's hard to even think of an equivalent, honestly. )
Yeah--and molds things that already exist. Do you wanna see?
[She dispels the light magic by clapping her hands together, and (without even waiting for an answer) starts reaching for one of the napkins at the bar.]
[She looks up from the circle she's already drawing onto the napkin, surprise in her expression--shifting to excitement. Well, change of plans. Now she just gets to show off.]
Okay, okay. Watch this, then...
[She starts filling in symbols around the edge of the circle, marking out the exact transmutations that she wants to occur. Then she places her wine glass (still partly full of wine) into the circle.]
[She gives one more glance to Kate with a grin, and then touches the edge of the circle. A flare of magic goes through the writing, and then up through the perfectly ordinary wine glass. The stem seems to twist, molding into a compact corkscrew, while a frosted pattern spreads from the rim halfway down the bowl.]
[When the magic is spent, Klaudia looks back to Kate and picks up the now fancy glass to take a very cheeky sip.]
( magic is not a surprise, really. not after so many years of seeing the weird shit people signed up for back home, but she's hammered and alchemy isn't anything like anything from home. or really like anything here either.
it's enough to surprise her, eyes widening as she squints at the thing, as though she can pick out the illusion if she stares hard enough.
obviously that isn't happening. )
... Damn.
( she's not sure she could use it, definitely not right now, but that... )
... You do that with anything?
( there was supposed to be a can in there, but it's mostly just a slurred noise. )
Most anything! I mean, theoretically. I can manipulate metals and wood pretty easily... Glass is newer for me, but it's not really much of a step up.
There's a single symbol for that one--[She gestures to a part of the sigil she just drew that looks like an infinity symbol with an upside down cross underneath.]--unless you're making it from sand, and then you have to use the component symbols, too.
( she's drunk, and it's late, and this is kind of fascinating, but even so, her mind (her heart) still finds the thought it always does:
Marc would be good at this. it's scientific. mathematical. all the nerdy shit he excels at.
and once again, she feels that empty spot beside her. sure, it's not like they got to be physically close all that often in the last decade or so, thanks to work, but she'd never been without him the way she is here. he was always somewhere. back home, studying, getting his own job. complaining that she doesn't need to use her wages to support him, he can get a part-time job while studying (no you can't, dickhead, you're on track for a first and I'll kick your ass if you get a 2:1).
he would be good at this. at so much of it. )
... Too much like learnin' for me. ( is all she manages to say, tucking that ache back down inside of her once more with another, too large, drink of something that burns. )
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Date: 2021-06-14 07:56 pm (UTC)From:( Kate spins, ready to confront whoever had the gall to do that when the words from the unfamiliar looking woman settle in and...
oh. so this is the chick she's been texting. )
—That's me. What d'ya drink?
( no time wasted there, clearly. Kate's already gesturing for another beer as she asks the question, hooking her foot around the barstool next to hers to push it out for the other woman. )
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Date: 2021-07-11 09:01 pm (UTC)From:Anything with wine in it is fine.
[If Kate doesn't have any suggestions, then she'll let the bartender figure it out. She's not too picky. She is going to look over at Kate with a curious tilt to her head, though.]
You're very quick for a drunk person. Are you sure you're still drunk, or did I take too long to find you?
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Date: 2021-07-17 06:31 pm (UTC)From:the bartender, meanwhile, finds a good wine, holding up a bottle of rose for Klaudia to inspect. )
Always have been. ( shrug. that's true enough, even if her words are slurring. she spent years trying to push herself to move quicker, react quicker. it's hard to get rid of that, even when it brings up a wave of nausea she has to push down. nope. not dealing with that right now, in front of a new acquaintance. )
You always accept invitations from drunk strangers?
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Date: 2021-07-28 06:44 am (UTC)From:[Hmm, maybe she's more drunk than she seemed at first glance. Klaudia barely restrains the urge to wave her hand to see how well Kate can track it. Instead, she'll just smile impishly.]
Only ones that send me drunk messages. So congratulations, you're the first.
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Date: 2021-07-31 07:23 pm (UTC)From:( the thing about being drunk, for Kate, is that it makes it hard to keep her expressions under control as she would while sober, so the smirk that spreads across her face is a bigger, more obvious thing than it would be otherwise. )
So. Tell me summat. ( ugh, words are so much harder after too much booze. ) 'Bout you.
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Date: 2021-08-02 10:45 pm (UTC)From:[Though the request for something about herself lessens her good mood just a bit. Not telling people anything about herself is practically a compulsion at this point, but there's plenty of things to talk about that don't involve the plenty of things she doesn't want to talk about... At least the bartender handing over her drink gives her a moment to think while she takes a sip of it.]
Something like what? That's a pretty vague ask. I need to know what sort of criteria you're looking for.
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Date: 2021-08-05 07:17 pm (UTC)From:but the good thing? Kate knows nothing about this woman but her name and the fact she came to meet a drunk stranger because why not. so there's plenty to ask about.
how about something easy; )
What magic you got?
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Date: 2021-08-06 01:46 am (UTC)From:Alchemy~ And a little light magic, but I can't do much with that yet.
[To demonstrate, she holds her cupped hands out in front of her, and a small light about the size and brightness of a candle flame forms.]
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Date: 2021-08-07 05:38 pm (UTC)From:as for alchemy... )
That's... that one that turns shit into other shit, right?
( not like shapeshifting, or really... any power she's known back home. it's hard to even think of an equivalent, honestly. )
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Date: 2021-08-12 05:37 am (UTC)From:[She dispels the light magic by clapping her hands together, and (without even waiting for an answer) starts reaching for one of the napkins at the bar.]
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Date: 2021-08-17 07:16 pm (UTC)From:( why the heck not, after all... )
Never seen alchemy in use.
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Date: 2021-08-29 01:19 am (UTC)From:[She looks up from the circle she's already drawing onto the napkin, surprise in her expression--shifting to excitement. Well, change of plans. Now she just gets to show off.]
Okay, okay. Watch this, then...
[She starts filling in symbols around the edge of the circle, marking out the exact transmutations that she wants to occur. Then she places her wine glass (still partly full of wine) into the circle.]
[She gives one more glance to Kate with a grin, and then touches the edge of the circle. A flare of magic goes through the writing, and then up through the perfectly ordinary wine glass. The stem seems to twist, molding into a compact corkscrew, while a frosted pattern spreads from the rim halfway down the bowl.]
[When the magic is spent, Klaudia looks back to Kate and picks up the now fancy glass to take a very cheeky sip.]
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Date: 2021-08-29 10:35 pm (UTC)From:it's enough to surprise her, eyes widening as she squints at the thing, as though she can pick out the illusion if she stares hard enough.
obviously that isn't happening. )
... Damn.
( she's not sure she could use it, definitely not right now, but that... )
... You do that with anything?
( there was supposed to be a can in there, but it's mostly just a slurred noise. )
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Date: 2021-09-02 08:10 pm (UTC)From:There's a single symbol for that one--[She gestures to a part of the sigil she just drew that looks like an infinity symbol with an upside down cross underneath.]--unless you're making it from sand, and then you have to use the component symbols, too.
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Date: 2021-09-08 06:19 pm (UTC)From:Marc would be good at this. it's scientific. mathematical. all the nerdy shit he excels at.
and once again, she feels that empty spot beside her. sure, it's not like they got to be physically close all that often in the last decade or so, thanks to work, but she'd never been without him the way she is here. he was always somewhere. back home, studying, getting his own job. complaining that she doesn't need to use her wages to support him, he can get a part-time job while studying (no you can't, dickhead, you're on track for a first and I'll kick your ass if you get a 2:1).
he would be good at this. at so much of it. )
... Too much like learnin' for me. ( is all she manages to say, tucking that ache back down inside of her once more with another, too large, drink of something that burns. )