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Zakaria Arrington Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:19 pm
This meeting is for Verrin D'Veldrin, and will be overseen by Nigel Price.
Location: Zakaria's Basement
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:05 pm
Nigel did NOT want to be performing a summoning right now.
It had been about 2:30 in the morning when he'd felt the tug of one of the vials acting up. At first, he'd tried to ignore the 'nudge' that the creature was sending out, quite intent on going back to sleep, figuring that he could summon the child's guardian AFTER the sun had risen. Unfortunately for him, the unborn child was going to let him do no such thing, and was quite persistent in pestering him to get up.
Which was how he'd found himself in his current situation - the redheaded mage was standing in Zak's basement, dressed in nothing but his boxers and fuzzy, green housecoat, the insistent vial clenched in his hand. Blue eyes narrowed at the summoning circle on the floor began to glow with ethereal light, summoning a form forth from...well, Nigel didn't know WHERE, nor did he particularly CARE. He just wanted to get rid of the vial and send the kid's new parent back so that he could return to bed. Hopefully, whoever it was wouldn't be in as foul a mood as he was.
"Hey. I have something for you. Take the thing so that I can go back to bed." Yes, he was a LITTLE bit grumpy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:36 pm
Verin sighed and tapped a finger impatiently against his desk. He hated his own mind at times. It was like a sieve, always letting the important things leak away right when he needed it. Still, he was determined to finish up this part of his journal before he got distracted yet again. He was doing his damnedest to recall the feeling of being pulled through the portal when it happened. At first, he let it pass for a very clear recollection of the acrid smell of magic in the air. But when he could feel that tell-tale tugging on his being, and the feeling of his stomach leaping forward ahead of his body, he knew different. Bracing himself he reached to his side where his blade normally hung and then cursed. "Xsa ol jal!" /Damn it all/.
He glanced around as he emerged from the portal, annoyed. Mostly at himself for not being more alert. It was a basement. That much was clear. Before him stood a man in the most ridiculous get-up he had ever seen. The drow was so busy musing over the man himself, that he nearly missed what was said. "Sjaad'ur uns'aa?" He paused and shook his head, reminding himself to at least attempt to be sociable. "Pardon me? What do you mean 'something for me'?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 9:33 pm
Nigel raised an eyebrow as he was spoken to in a unfamiliar tongue before the drow shifted to English. He produced the desired object, holding the vial up so that the man could get a good look at it. "This. It's yours - it chose you, so I have no business in keeping it." Nor did he want to. The sooner they got rid of all these things, the better. "Don't go trying to eat it though - that's not what it's for."
"If you're not already familiar with the idea of parenthood, then I suggest that you get used to it; it's going to be center-focus of your life quite soon." The tone that Nigel used clearly said that the drow had no choice in the matter - this was what was going to happen, and there wasn't anything that could be done to change it. "You should probably prepare yourself."
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 11:10 am
He looked at the vial the man produced skeptically. What ever it was he highly doubted that it had chosen him for anything. Besides, sentient vials of unknown substances were nothing but trouble. He had learned that lesson after letting loose a particularly nasty ooze in the inner temple of his Matron Mother. The corners of his mouth twitched up in amusement as the man mentioned not to eat it. He was about to make a smart-a** comment when that word struck him. "Parenthood? What in the worlds are you babbling about?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 2:18 pm
"Well, you'll just have to figure that out for yourself, now won't you?" Nigel recited a simple spell, and the vial rose up out of his hand, floating over to the confused drow before him. "You'll find out quite soon, I'm certain. In the meantime, I would suggest that you get yourself some...baby supplies." There was a slightly amused tone in the mage's voice - perhaps it was because of how late he was. That may have been warping his sense of humor. That, or Zak was rubbing off on him more.
Gods forbid that though. He'd have to go bash his head against a wall if that were the case.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 10:39 am
Verin shook his head and reached out to take the vial. His gaze traveled over it a few times as he weighed his options. With a sort of half shrug he slipped it gently into a pouch that hung from his belt. "Baby supplies? You mean this thing is a child?" He paused and mulled over the oddity of the situation. A drow male raising a child? The Matron Mothers would go on a rampage. That thought in itself was enough to convince Verin. Besides, if the vial turned out to be dangerous, he could always destroy it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:10 pm
"Basically, yes." Nigel said, adjusting his glasses on his face as he watched the drow deposit the vial into a pouch. "It's up to you to care for it from now on. Now then, if we're quite finished, I can send you back." The redheaded mage gestured towards the summoning circle that his visitor was currently standing in and waved a hand, causing the runes that he'd scrawled on the floor in chalk to begin glowing. "As enjoyable as this visit has been, I'd like to go back to bed. Have fun!" An overly cheerful smile came over Nigel's face as the drow began to fade away in the circle as he was sent back to his previous location.
Now, Nigel was going to SLEEP.
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