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[necrocabbage]

Characters: Trahearne and you!
Date: Throughout April
Location: At the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Here's some of what Trahearne is up to this month, including necromancer arts and crafts, a very large delivery, and magic practice on the roof. These are all open prompts!
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet


A. Arts 1, Dreaming Bridge Cafeteria
This month finds Trahearne looking a little less withered than he has been after coming into the city. Now the leaves on his head are much more healthy, nearly back to their usual glossy sheen. He was sleeping through the night now, though it was with the aid of a herbal sleep remedy he had found at a local apothecary's shop. Perhaps that didn't solve the root of the problem, but he was at least getting more rest, and that was what mattered.

For the moment, though, Trahearne has taken up one of the smaller tables in the cafeteria. There's a hot cup of tea on the table amid the mess he's made - a mess including a couple of curamija leg bones, a chisel, pencils, green and black paint, and a variety of bone chips from the disaster that was a now mangled-looking bone, though thankfully one of the smaller ones. Trahearne has somehow managed to get smears of paint on his hands and face, and there's a definite air of frustration around him as he takes a long sip of his tea, giving the contents of the table a look of disgust. He usually wasn't quite so bad at this.


B. Sci-Tech 4, Quayside Wing
One day, Trahearne can be found awkwardly maneuvering a dolly down the hallway to his room, carting along a rather large and heavy cardboard box.

When he had gotten sucked into a conversation about hydroponic gardening, he knew it was mostly due to his appearance - and to be fair, he did know a little more about plants than your average person, though he hadn't grown anything himself in quite a long time. Trahearne had managed to interject with enough intelligent observations that she offered to let him try a set-up for growing plants indoors, and of course he had said he'd be happy to test it for her. He well understood the need for testing, and growing his own vegetables was quite appealing to him.

On the other hand, he had no idea the unit would be so large. Apparently, he'd been envisioning something quite different than what the scientist had in mind. Finding a place to fit it into the already-crowded room he shared might turn out to be a problem.


C. Magic Practice, Dreaming Bridge Roof (either wing's roof possible)
When you're living in both a dormitory and a crowded city, space does become an issue. It took a while for Trahearne to hit upon a solution to his problem, but then he found the stairs leading up to the roof, and that discovery made all the difference in giving him a secluded place to practice.

Trahearne can be found on the roof mostly at dusk or in the early evening, before the sun has fully set. Only the heaviest of the rain drives him back indoors; after all, what's a drizzle to someone that wears leaves for clothing? It might as well be like getting a shower. He has a collection of curamija bones that he obtained from a butcher that was willing to part with them, mostly leg bones mixed in with ribs, that Trahearne arranges in a circle each time he's about to begin.

And then... Trahearne stands in the middle of the circle and concentrates. Half the time, it doesn't look like he's doing much more than slowly waving around his arms. He's not trying to work proper spells so much as he's flexing the mental muscles necessary for it, and that doesn't always manifest as something visible. Show up at the right time, though, and you'll find the edges of the circle awash with a dark energy in shades of black and green, casting Trahearne in the sort of eerie light a Disney villain would be proud of. If his appearance looks a little shadowy on the edges, that could be a trick of the light. Maybe.


D. Wildcard
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Comments

[iseeall]

"Huh?" At first he was confused about being called by a somewhat familiar voice, and then he spotted Trahearne's aura. Oh no.

Sure enough, he pushed his way through and ended up panting in front of Trahearne who looked far too pleased while having a bibiru literally chewing on one of his arms. Leo had a look of abject horror on his face. "How does this keep happening?!"

Chain, of course. Didn't care. Trahearne's bark did make a good chew toy after all, and she also liked being pet. Leo on the other hand, was absolutely silently freaking out. Not only did he probably make the plant man hate him for trying to defend Devin and running away (and somehow ended up in the same group as the rest of them), but his pets kept!!! eating!!! him!!!

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I really am! She just jumped out of my arms and ran away and she's really fast when she gets going-I didn't mean for her to do this, I swear!" He uh. May have been fairly close to tears.

[necrocabbage]

"Leo?" Trahearne momentarily looked a little startled, but he seemed to recover from it quickly. "Leo, it's quite alright. You know that she can't do permanent damage to me. It only takes me a couple of days to regrow damaged leaves."

Aside from that, his gauntlets were among the thickest of the grown armor he wore, and Chain wasn't going to chew her way through those nearly so easily. Trahearne didn't even offer the bibiru back to him yet, instead nodding over to the other chair at his table.

"Please, take a seat. The water in the kettle is still hot if you'd like some tea. They have a variety here that's - well, it's blue, but the taste isn't too far off from chamomile."

[iseeall]

Leo still looked marginally uncomfortable and possibly worried that Trahearne hated him, but he did take the offer to sit. Chain continued to snort happily and gnaw on the tough branches on the sylvari's arm, despite not putting much of a dent in it. "I mean...I know it doesn't hurt but like...it's still rude to do. I'm really not trying to, I swear."

Chain just honestly liked to chew on everything. Leo shook his head at the offer of tea, trying to focus on anything other than the sinking feeling settling in his stomach. His eyes then, lighted on Trahearne's attempted art project. "What's this supposed to be?"

[necrocabbage]

"If a bibiru is as close to a rabbit as it looks, I can't imagine it'd be easy to train them not to do it. As long as your pets can't tear off anything that would make the Sentry angry to see, there's no harm done."

Trahearne looked back to the mess on the table himself, frowning a little when he realized just how many bone chips he had managed to scatter everywhere. Next time he tried doing this, he'd have to take it outside. "I was attempting to inscribe magical symbols on these bones. It's easier to use them as a focus for magic that way, but well, when the carving didn't go right I thought painting the symbols on would do the trick. ... It hasn't. The paint doesn't stick to the surface correctly." He does, in fact, sound rather embarrassed to admit how badly it's been going.

[iseeall]

"Have you tried some sort of sealant or varnish? I don't actually know what the art supplies are like in this city. Or maybe fire. Like burning stuff into it?" Leo said, poking one of the bones with his fingers. He was exceptionally glad that there was a different subject brought up that he didn't have to feel terrible out.

Chain herself had decided she'd used Trahearne's arm for a chew toy long enough, and settled down into a fat puffball on his lap. "I mean, I'm just a photographer, but I've hung around the art classroom enough to pick up a few things."

[necrocabbage]

"Hmm... those are fine ideas. I could use something to make the surface rougher. I would have to start a fire outside to attempt to burn anything into these." That likely wasn't the best idea for Trahearne, though not because he was irresponsible. The issue was more that, while he certainly knew better than to start a fire near someone's house or store, he would never imagine that there could be laws against starting fires in empty lots or in the park. It was a good thing that burning designs into those bones sounded like a little too much trouble.

"An art... classroom? Do you mean that there was tutoring specifically for making artwork?" He already sounded intrigued by the idea. Now that Chain had gotten the chewing out of her system, Trahearne returned to slowly petting her, hoping to encourage her calmer mood.

[iseeall]

"Yeah. Is that wierd or something? I was gonna go to college for that, but...stuff happened." Leo really didn't want to think about it. He'd refused to go at first and waste the money but Michella told him that she would never speak to him again if he didn't do what he really wanted to do.

Chain herself just puffed up into a ball, eyes closing as she got the best of pets. "I'm a photographer mostly, though. I only did a little painting now and then."

[necrocabbage]

"It's simply not common in my world, particularly not for humans. Taking apprenticeships under skilled artists is the norm. The asura do have colleges, but theirs are focused around certain scientific specialties. Of course, only asura would have access to technology like your camera or the yimo in the first place. They do often sell their creations, but not many people can afford them. What the asura can create is truly one of a kind."

Trahearne gently moved the content bibiru into his arms, slowly rising from his seat to circle around the table and offer her back to Leo. "I suppose every world is different, but being able to attend a college at all is impressive."

[iseeall]

Leo took her, gathering the errant bird-rabbit in his arms, while she whacked him with a wing for moving her. "No offense, but the asura kind of sound like elitist assholes. Then again, a lot of the rich humas are too, and often its only people who can afford to pay can go to college. I got lucky, I guess; I wanted the money to go to my sister, but she told me she'd never speak to me again if I didn't take the acceptance letter."

He also didn't know whether to tell Trahearne that having any sort of art degree was usually undervalued in society, but maybe that was too much of a cultural thing.