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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 16:20:52 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 16:20:52 GMT -6
Tyrus was not paying attention to the state of his wine glass as he sipped at it. To that end, the mage, distracted by the flow of magic around him, did not realize exactly how much he had until it was much too lately. Playing with the magic he didn't quite notice as it began to slip his control. It started simply by swirling around him but it didn't take long to get out of hand.
It started with a tingling nose and that was about when he realized that his wine glass never actually emptied and maybe he should have been paying more attention. The mage sneezed and a bush near him turned into an ostrich. Oh this was bad. This was not a safe place to lose control. Tyrus stared teh ostrich down and tried to change it back. It began to rain chocolate milk.
And there was no hiding this.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 16:39:23 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Jul 22, 2019 16:39:23 GMT -6
Tyrus versus the bird was amusing, Catherine had to admit that, and it did grab the attention of any nearby fae quite quickly. They were no strangers to magic, and this was rather tame in comparison to some things. Transfiguration was unusual, but by far wasn't unheard of. It didn't take long before one of the courtiers approached Catherine.
"Lady McBride, what a pleasure. It seems that your guest is enjoying himself." He commented, clearly amused by Tyrus's failed attempts to stare down the rather large bird. "He certainly dresses strangely, too much jewelry for my taste... but he is quite amusing." The man added watching the cloud of chocolate rain following the other.
"Lord Rothach." Catherine nodded turning her attention from Tyrus to the man standing next to her. The man was tall, and cut what most there would have considered a dashing figure in his costume of choice for the evening; a coat and breaches of finely figured silk of sea green. "Yes... he often does not have the privilege of world as rich in magic as ours." She concurred. That was the truth, the mundane realms didn't possess nearly the amount of magic that the fae did.
"Drunk on blackberry wine, his magic takes a life of its own."
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 16:45:54 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 16:45:54 GMT -6
The bird attacked. Tyrus darted to the side and cast to change it back and all he managed was to turn it a bright pink. "Seriously?" Then he hiccuped and a rubber duck appeared. It was as large as he was. Thoroughly confused he stopped dead. That was new. Usually they were significantly smaller than that, about the size of a quarter. The excess magic in the air maybe? He hiccuped and sneezed at the same time and the duck began to march forward.
"Okay, not happening." He was not about to end up squished because he had accidentally created a rubber duck. He cast again and the duck turns to cotton candy and continued to advance. This was far too embarrassing.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 17:05:40 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Jul 22, 2019 17:05:40 GMT -6
"Well.. that is certainly different." Catherine said to herself as she tilted her head slightly to the side in confusion. The duck was as big as Tyrus, and clearly more of a menace than the bird was. She had expected drunken bar antics levels of chaos, not rubber ducks and angry pink birds. This was clearly something that she was going to regret later. It had been meant to be a harmless prank, and allow Tyrus the safety of a place used to magic to let loose a bit. Instead she was faced with a mountain of pink fluff threatening to engulf the entirety of the room and gardens adjacent.
"Different Lady McBride? What do you mean?" Rothach commented raising an eyebrow at Catherine's comment. "You mean to tell me that mountains of sugar fluff and colored birds are different?" He asked pointedly, clearly having somehow missed the monstrous duck in the interim.
"Unexpected." Catherine explained quickly, as she looked around the room. The fae were clearly still finding great amusement in this, and some of the younger men had decided to play a game of who could catch the bird first. That was some relief, but the bird wasn't happy about it and lunged at one of the young fae.
"I've got two coins riding on you Niall!" She heard from somewhere in a crowd of giggles, jeers, and shouts. Catherine had forgotten that the fae weren't above betting on anything even remotely entertaining either. Clearly she herself had forgotten just what the world was like as well.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 17:11:01 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 17:11:01 GMT -6
"This is not good." He didn't have a sobering potion on him either. Tyrus stilled himself, his magic and took a deep breath, then twisted his magic. The cotton candy dissolved and he grinned. An army of quarter sized rubber ducks in full tactical gear appeared in it's place. Well, it was progress and the sort of shenanigans he could handle. The world swam briefly and he frowned and reached out with his magic to steady himself only to hiccup and fall over into a pile of feathers.
Some how. Some way. This was all Catherine's fault. He blamed her for the alcohol. And now he had an army of rubber ducks marching on him. Sitting up, he crossed his legs and raised an eyebrow. Yeah, this was going to go over perfectly fine. Why couldn't he just be drunk in another bar somewhere in the mundane realm?
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 17:24:25 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Jul 22, 2019 17:24:25 GMT -6
Catherine sighed and debated on saving him from himself. The fae were still enjoying themselves, but the evening had grown quite late. "If you will excuse me Lord Rothach." She nodded her head towards where Tyrus sat sulking. It seemed like there was an end to her fun now too, and she would have to be the one to clean things up; and she didn't have a sobering method for the mage in question either.
Sighing, she walked over to where Tyrus was and crouched down to his level; which given his height wasn't very far for Catherine to have to go. "You have quite amused them Tyrus. Many of young lords and ladies have been taking bets on who can catch the bird first."
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 17:33:21 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 17:33:21 GMT -6
"Good for them. I have no idea when it will turn into a bush again." He smiled up at her. "If there's no way to sober me quickly, it's not going to undo itself. Well, until it runs out of magic. Given it can feed on the magic here, and there are still ducks from months ago on the reserve..." It would be awhile. He frowned a second and stared down at his nose. "I was not supposed to tell you about the ducks. You'll make me inanimate them." That would ruin his experiment to see how long they would work.
He had plans for those ducks. Largely in seeing how long they could work, but plans, none the less. They did much better in the wild than in his study. The mage wrinkled his nose. The rubber duck army marched on Catherine and began attacking her with rubber slings and rubber slingshots. It would mostly be annoying.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 17:53:36 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Jul 22, 2019 17:53:36 GMT -6
"I must apologize.. I seem to have forgotten that bit." Catherine didn't look the least bit remorseful, and instead was placating him like most fae would when caught in a deed. It seemed she had mistaken his efforts of concentration for one of anger, and that alone relieved her greatly. But the ducks would begin to become annoying instead of entertaining. Those had always been easy enough to dispatch, bound or not. Perhaps it was something to do with the rare link to the veil that they shared in common. Muttering a few words under her breath, Catherine made quick work of Tyrus's rubber duck army.
"Lady McBride, whatever are you doing there on the floor?" Lord Rothach had come back around, still curious about this mage that Catherine had brought with her. "And you must introduce me to him." He added helping Catherine up from the floor. Clearly, the fae's innate curiosity was at work in this man.
"Lord Rothach, this is Lord Rahal. He is a mage from the mundane realm." Introducing them wasn't a difficult task, that task would come down to being asked how she knew him. She would have to head that one off at the pass and quickly. "He has been invaluable in helping me set things to rights after Lord McBride's death." It wasn't a lie, but was more so an accepted version of the truth. He was helping in a way, but not the way Lord Rothach was want to think.
Bowing, the tall auburn haired man offered Tyrus a smile. "It is a pleasure to meet one such as yourself Lord Rahal, it is not often that Lady McBride graces us with her presence." With that he turned and neatly plucked three more glasses off the tray from a nearby footman and handed one to Catherine, the other to Tyrus, and kept one for himself. "I would like to propose a toast to Lady McBride returning home." He said raising his glass full of clear, sweet scented liquid.
Catherine didn't raise her glass until the others had drunk from theirs, as it would have been rude to toast to herself. It was so frighteningly easy for her to assume many of the mannerisms of the fae once more, and shrug off her human masquerade.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 18:09:18 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 18:09:18 GMT -6
Tyrus stood, and brushed off some feathers, before accepting the glass. He lifted it in a toast "To Lady McBride." and drank from it. He could toast to Lady McBride. "It's a pleasure to meet you Lord Rothach. You must tell me what drink this is. I'm not familiar." But it tasted delicious. He sipped it again. His ears were burning, he registered. And the latest iteration of his rubber duck army had been destroyed, thanks to Catherine.
At least she was able to handle his magic gone awry. They were a pair, the two of them. At least they could undo each other's mistakes when there was a lack of control. That was good. The world swam. Another bush was sacrificed, this one into a very confused bright purple flamingo.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 18:21:51 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Jul 22, 2019 18:21:51 GMT -6
"It is fire blossom cordial from my own estate in the south." Rothach commented looking at the clear liquid remaining in his glass. "The blossoms only grow in certain areas of the realm wild. We have tried to propagate them ourselves, but it just is not the same. The cordial takes 30 years to distill and age. It is quite the fine drink if I do not say so myself."
Catherine meanwhile was looking at the flamingo with suspicion, she wasn't sure if they were supposed to be purple or not. But she guessed that this was more of Tyrus's magic at work. 'At least there are no mundanes here, and everyone here is enjoying themselves.' Catherine was just grateful that it hadn't gotten much worse, but she wasn't taking any bets.
Meanwhile the others had managed to catch the ostrich and had now set their sites on the flamingo. What they planned to do with them, Catherine didn't know. Her guess is that either or both would wind up in some ennobled fae's private zoo.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 18:26:52 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 18:26:52 GMT -6
Said ennobled fae would be rather surprised when the birds turned back into bushes. Tyrus watched them catch the ostrich and smiled, twitched his figner, and the bird turned back into a bush, if a bright pink on. He sipped the cordial again. "It is an excellent drink. Though I'm afraid I shouldn't have too much. Things tend to get a little chaotic the more alcohol I have." And not in a good way. And also, he had jsut said that to a fae and that was about to bite him in the ass, he was sure of it.
The problem with being drunk was that you ran your mouth entirely too much, even when you were trying to be reserved.
The ground abruptly turned into a field of daisies. "Hm. Lady McBride, I believe that one is inspired by someone else's magic. A student of mine." And he didn't say who it was, but it was perfectly clear.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 18:39:40 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Jul 22, 2019 18:39:40 GMT -6
"I think that will do Lord Rahal." Catherine took the glass gently out of Tyrus's hand, and placed it on a tray as it went by. If he wanted to play this game, then she would, but here was not the place. She was trying not to take insult at his comments, but it was hard. It wasn't her fault that he had contrived to play on her thoughts and emotions of home. "And goodnight Lord Rothach, your company has been a pleasure." She added dismissing what would have hopefully been her companion for the rest of the evening, but Tyrus had seen to that not being possible.
Turning to Tyrus, with a clearly murderous look in her eyes, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out into the gardens. It was then that she threw him into a nearby rose bush to sober up. She had had her fun, but he still couldn't resist the urge to get in one final barb. "Get your head together Tyrus, or I will do so for you." Catherine threatened, reminding the mage that she was more than capable of things other than casting.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 18:44:59 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 18:44:59 GMT -6
Tyrus yelped as he landed in the bush and gingerly pulled himself out of it. "A rose bush? There are thorns Catherine." He grumbled and inspected his suit. It was definitely torn. Brilliant. And he was still too drunk to fix it properly. At least it was mostly straight cuts. those were easy enough to mend. Still, she was right. He held his head in his hands and sighed. "The world is swimming and I don't have a sobering potion on me. I can't get my head together. But I will stick to water for the rest of the night." And probably well into the morning.
The made stood and wrinkled his nose. "And I wasn't trying to be mean Catherine. I like flowers. It's a significantly better thing for my magic to follow than rubber ducks and random giant birds." There was still a flamingo somewhere around here. He swayed where he stood, and held a hand out to steady himself, leery of using magic this time.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 18:54:09 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Jul 22, 2019 18:54:09 GMT -6
"You will live and you will heal." She wasn't terribly sympathetic, but then again she wasn't getting her way either. Her plans had all gone awry, and she hadn't at all planned for Rothach to hand him the cordial. "In the meanwhile, I suggest you lay low or ask to be shown to your chambers." Catherine suggested, unsure what to do now. She had honestly been enjoying most of the party, dinner, and dancing. All of these were things she didn't often have the time or ability to participate in; and it wasn't often that she got to go home for extended periods of time.
Catherine hadn't seen the harm in one party, and had planned to at least mitigate some of the danger from his magic if she needed to. But no doubt this would be all anyone would be talking about for the next fortnight at least.
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Fury
Jul 22, 2019 19:08:49 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Jul 22, 2019 19:08:49 GMT -6
"Go enjoy the party Catherine. I'll sober up in the gardens. I admittedly deserved the rose bush." He examined his suit and wrinkled his nose. "Though my clothes did not." It may be best if he wait out the party in the gardens. "I was an ass about your magic. I know you're sensitive about it. I should have held my tongue." And he didn't and that was on him. He never would have teased one of his younger students like that. Why he had been possessed to tease the oldest of his students was beyond him.
"I'll take care of the magic once I'm properly sober." Give him a few hours at least. That cordial had been strong and difficult to resist.
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