text ↪ un: torontonian
important q
if u were a dnd character
what class would u be
if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.
if u were a dnd character
what class would u be
if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.
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nope.
i've got magic myself. pretty rad.
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or ranger i guess
[bruh]
does everyone have it?
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and no not everyone.
some is innate
some is taught
but in either case u need an aptitude for it
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let me guess, only some are lucky enough to be good at it
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can't all play for the leafs.
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you talk so weird
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the leafs. i guess if ur not from my era on earth that would mean jack and shit to u.
sports team. play hockey. part of my cultural identity u know?
notoriously terrible but what can i say, i root for the underdog.
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most of you
yeah i dont know it
forget it
probably wouldnt make sense anyway
tell me about the magic instead
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not from there tho. ✌️
my magic's called transmatting. or at least that's what i call it.
i can teleport. me, stuff. u know. as u do.
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teleportation? thats not what i expected
the only thing ive seen like that was technology
but it kinda worked like magic i guess
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and yea i mean that's a common trope
'magic is just sufficiently advanced technology' or whatever it is. idr who came up with that. some author or whatever, idk. i've read like 2 books in my entire life and one was the bible LORD AMEN 🙏🙏🙏
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[unsurprisingly, at this point]
just dont preach shit at me, i dont care about that stuff
can you show me? the 'transmatting' or whatever
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sure
take a pic of wherever u are. and don't freak out when i pop in after.
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[JUST TEAMMATES WITH A COMMON GOAL!! leave him alone weirdo
It's an outlandish request, but he's curious enough to test it. Cain leans against the wall where he's come to stop outside the infirmary—after finishing a checkup on the health of his healing midsection—so he takes a quick, snapshot image of the surrounding hallway. It takes a few moments despite the ease of technology, just because he's still getting accustomed to the earpiece.]
got it?
↪ acshunnn baybee
but between one moment and the next and he just. appears, out of curling tendrils of violet-tinged darkness and crackles of an energy that give the impression of the cold immensity of space. there's something eldritch about it, and the smell in the air is like gunsmoke and some unidentifiable accompaniment. cy is midstep, and when his foot touches down there is a brief flare of the energy, and then it snaps off as abruptly as if a switch were flicked.
he's eating an apple in the most obnoxious manner one can possibly eat an apple, and he gives cain a jaunty little wink. )
Magic enough for you, honey?
😳
Fuck, you just— [he cuts himself off,] I... holy shit. Ugh. [Okay, no. He wasn't prepared at all.] I didn't think it'd work. What the hell...
[Are you. Not only does the sudden act of appearing out of thin air rub all of Cain's nerves the wrong direction, it feels more ominous and otherworldly than that, a sense of dread incongruent to the ordinary conversation they were just having. This is a man, tall and by all accounts outwardly human. Struggling for the dregs of his composure—]
And it's Cain. Don't call me that.
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as for that apple? he eats it core and all.
(you never really forget what it's like to starve.) )
Cy. Notable for also being the thing people do when they see me coming.
( sigh, geddit? )
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But first, this guy.]
Can you just do that with any picture? How? [He parts from the wall, moving closer like a wary cat to circle around Cy, expecting the trick to tell itself.] Where do you get the 'magic' from?
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( it's harder that way. but the station is small, and he's already wandered around the whole of the place in riotous boredom not entirely unlike a stray cat himself. so he had a pretty good idea of where cain was by the picture alone. )
Oh, I've got an ancient god stuck in my brain that I use like a really gnarly battery. Just juice that fucker up, bam, magic.
( he says that with such irreverent flippancy it has the taste of an obvious lie. after a moment he laughs, and then: )
Nah, I have no idea. It's been like that long as I can remember. I guess my parents, but that was a long time ago. I'm a lot older than I look. Magic users are a centuries not decades breed.
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Wait, so how old are you? [Cain stops, leaning back, arms crossed over his chest—then dropped to hands on hips, wince badly masked as he agitates the injury concealed beneath bandages and clothes.] 'Cause you look... pretty young. Normal.
[This is all a bizarre situation, but he's beginning to suspect it is one he'll need to get used to. There are a lot of strange, unnatural people on the station, seemingly far more powerful than himself for the simple fact of that magic. A thought that sits uneasy now.]
Fuck, I need a cigarette. [Already patting down his pockets to fish one out.] This is too weird.
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( look, some places are longer than others. some don't even bother with the concept at all. )
I'd have to do a conversion. And fuck yeah, smoke away. I won't judge. But a word to the wise — if you see that fucking nannybot, run.
limbos under the concept of time
[Halfway through the act of perching the fresh cigarette between his lips, Cain glances up, bewildered.]
I mean, I smoked earlier in that nature room and nobody cared... [Or, he didn't get caught.] Is there a rule or something?
lmaoooo how low can u go!!
( ... not technically unt...rue? )
I don't think there's a rule, but that little fucking robot hates me.
( it's not because of the smoking. it's because he's a slob. seriously no one should ever let this man cook. or eat. )
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[Sir, do you take people to your messy room to fuck.]
Okay, well. Thanks. [...] You don't gotta stick around if you're busy, or whatever. Just wanted to see if it worked.
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... and no, he fucks in their rooms, obviously. )
I'm not busy. Apparently the mission's a few days out yet, so we're just on... what, shore leave? until then.
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