Open RP post!

[inasmithsyard]

I will add prompts or scenarios in comments, or feel free to come up with your own!

Currently up for grabs characters:

Rosie
Spindle's End
inasmithsyard

Rosethorn
Circle of Magic
earthandpine

Briar
Circle of Magic
thornandmoss

Hadand
Inda
deheldegarthe

Charity
Dresden Files
charityandfaith

Molly (Rag Lady)
Dresden Files
veiledthreat

Karrin
Dresden Files
isgoodpeople

Maggie
Newsflesh
talesuntold

Chouji
Naruto
16autumnroad

Neville
Harry Potter
mimbletone

Rue
Hunger Games
daisiesguardyou

Kitten
Tortall
skysung

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[anythingwithstrings]

"There are the nights I don't sleep? That's sometimes rather fun," There's just a hint of a smile to cover how many of those nights she just doesn't sleep without the advantages of pleasant company to distract her mind. Her options pretty much fell to, sleeping poorly, not sleeping at all, or finding pleasant company to spend her night with. Maya pretended to consider his words before giving him a chaste little kiss on the cheek, "I was having a good night until my past caught up with me. You don't need to worry about that. Also I wouldn't mind you escaping, so long as you did talk to me again." Maya believed in freedom, especially now. Before she wanted love, now she wanted pleasantries in the bedroom and kind company. To offset the unpleasant unkind company in her head. Songspinning was all about knowing what objects listened best, when leaving a lasting charm. Amusingly, if they talk about it, plants are very good listeners. They don't like glowing, so they aren't useful as a light charm, but they listen. Maya liked a boy who knew his way around a kitchen, mostly as it meant she didn't fumble her way through the acts more complicated than soups and teas. Which she has managed to screw up before, "That explains why your clothes sing. I was wondering why that was. Thank you for making me tea." "So... where were you when you woke up?" Maya was a champion of tact and subtlety. If champion meant completely incapable.

[thornandmoss]

Those nights were very familiar ones. It was a little like looking in a mirror, if he were suddenly shorter, fairer, female, and cuter.

Which she was. Cute. All of the things he found appealing at the stuffier-than-he-liked mages' party held true now, especially after that kiss and her answer to what he'd said. Briar had just seen more than he expected to when it came to her feelings. Maya's mind was as much of a mess as his own, and he knew anyone else would probably already be suggesting she visit a mind healer. But then, Briar wasn't quite enough of a hypocrite to give advice he wouldn't take.

"I don't think I need to escape just yet," he mused, smiling and running fingertips lightly across her shoulder as he moved past Maya to prepare the tea. "You hear magic instead of seeing it? That makes sense, of course." Briar held up his hands, fingers moving in a silly wave as he showed off his tattoos, which had ended up magical without his intending them to. Considering how Briar and Maya had spent the beginning of the night and the use his hands had been put to, he couldn't help the teasing that slipped into his smile and his voice as he asked, "Do my hands sing too?"

That smile vanished immediately when she shifted the subject to Briar's own past catching up with him.

"Gyongxe," he said shortly after a brief hesitation. Briar had hoped he could get away with not explaining that. And because not everyone was up on current events so far from home, he added just as gruffly, "I was there when the Yanjingyi army invaded."

[anythingwithstrings]

Mages, the kind that got overlooked, the kind that were so lost in their own special talents the pen and paper types couldn't see it, were the only ones that really understood each other. And even if they weren't the same type, it was easy to see what they shared in kind. Briar's ability to just move through the crowd so effortlessly was something Maya envied, but appreciated when that charm was turned on her. He was nice, easy to talk to, easy to look at helped to. She just didn't realize how much of a mirror they were beneath that surface. "I'd be a bit lost if I had to see magic," she wasn't blind or anything, but seeing the world could get interesting without her glasses. She would hate to see magic too. "Magic hums, and sings, and drums. Each type has its own little tune it likes. The charms I had in my hair last night help when I'm around a lot of other mages. Like an untuned orchestra." She once saw a handful of stone mages work together, the song of their powers together lead her to fourteen different bits of music and six of them had power to them. Maya's grin was playful as she answered his question about his hands, "They were singing earlier tonight. Oh yes, and I can hear the magic in your tattoos as well." She left out how the tune changed with the blossoms, she was sure there was a pattern to the plants in his arms, one tied to him in ways she didn't want to know. Mostly as it is rude to hear someone else's emotions without them being offered. Naturally she gets that when anyone sings with her or to her, but that could come later. She'd heard about what happened, everyone had heard. It was one of those things that everyone knew someone who knew someone who knew what happened. She'd never met anyone who was there. "Oh..." There was no version of I'm sorry that worked, that made up for it. Although she was wondering what took him there. "Was it my bells?" She went over to the cupboard and pulled one of the bells out, it was silent in her hands. Maya's movements were silent as she moved around the kitchen. She put it on the table for Briar to understand what it was, and why it was. Not really to apologize, but for him to understand. The thing was carrying more charms than anything else in the room. Charms that sensed for magic, movement, sound... Maya's bells were her way to make sure nobody had been meddling in her house without her say so.

[thornandmoss]

"I don't see it all the time. I think my sister Tris might, but she's always had more of a knack for it than the rest of us. I have to concentrate to hold onto magical vision. You always hear it, though?" Which meant she was particularly talented at magic perception. The way she worked was unusual, but then, that was how a lot of ambient mages were. Briar was intrigued enough that he did want to hear more about her power at some point.

Oh, what a lovely compliment. It was nice that she was still flirting back even after their unpleasant awakening, and his gratified smile said so. If she was expecting literal singing, though, Maya might be disappointed. Briar was not known for his singing voice.

But on the subject of Gyongxe, he nodded, admitting, "I can't spend much time on temple grounds, even though my foster mothers are Earth Temple dedicates and I grew up in Winding Circle. The bells take me back to Gyongxe every time they ring."

He looked at the bell intently when she set it down, letting his magical vision shift to overlay his normal sight. "Ah," he sighed. "You've got them in every room of your house, don't you?" The spells were well done and reasonable ones to use, but this house might be as hard for him to spend time in as a temple, not knowing when the bells would go off if either of them had a bad dream.

[anythingwithstrings]

"Its always there, I don't always hear it. It falls into the background like a river if I don't need it." Sound existed without being perceived, the charms were when she figured there would be that much more and it would be disorganized and chaotic. She often heard how magic was misused, put together wrong so the magics didn't harmonize properly. Maya took Briar's hand and kissed his fingertips before pressing her face into his palm. He wore flirty nicely, and his flowers made a pleasant tone in concert to that fact. The same could be said for when his hands were busy earlier, but a lady shouldn't speak so candidly of those. Fortunately Maya was no lady. "Bells want to ring. These are mostly tame, but as they are mine. If I'm in pain they want to get me help." Musical instruments and objects weren't alive, Maya knew this. But the magics in them were. Various objects had various jobs. Bells wanted to ring. It took a lot of effort to make these bells only ring when there was trouble, and even then they are suppose to ring silently. Briar could shake the bell all he wanted it wouldn't make a noise. Which really only makes sense to Maya. "Sorry, but I have them in every room of the house. And a few of them around the bulkier items in my mage kits." Every one of Maya's instruments was a mage kit, complete with a collection of tuning forks and various other musical items that had some charms whispered into them over the years.

[thornandmoss]

"Too much background noise to ignore in a room full of mages?" Briar assumed. He knew there were places Tris had to be careful she didn't get blinded by all the spellwork.

All those hints at their earlier activities followed up by her lips on his hand distracted him momentarily from more serious concerns. Well, to be honest, Briar liked distracting himself from more serious concerns. That was why he had come home with Maya in the first place. Once his hand was out of the way, he leaned down for a slow, almost lazy kiss.

Some people might look askance at the idea of bells wanting anything, whether it's to ring or to help, but Briar was another ambient mage. Plants wanted things, and so did metal, stones, winds, and thread. His trees had to agree to be shaped, and he had to know the shape they wanted to grow in. They rebelled sometimes too, putting out too many new buds when they thought he wasn't paying attention, or leaning in to offer affection. "Of course they want to. And you tuck them into your instrument cases so people don't get a chance to meddle with what they assume couldn't possibly be a mage's kit." People are so used to academic mages they forget to watch out for the other kind.

[anythingwithstrings]

"Especially when they are all different, and do not play well together. Hmm..." Maya listened. She could hear the same song, a string piece, organized and complicated. The same song from his clothes, and mixed with the bass tone of his own magic in his tattoos. There were other instruments too. Curious thing, never seen anything like that outside of a group working. Maya enjoyed being distracting, nearly as much as being distracted. There's a thrill that comes from attention, the one she gets when she performs (magic or classical). She can't stay idle however, so even in a lazy kiss her hands are moving on his body to help keep track of him. She liked to assert herself, just a bit. Maya generally does not get kissed, she kisses, she enjoys it. "It helps to remind people that those supplies are not toys. Especially the book types who don't believe what I do." Maya hummed a few notes at her bell and it repeated some words from the conversation. Her security was top of the line, it took her months to perfect that bit. The bells on her house kept an ear on things when she wasn't around. Hear what goes on in her home if anyone came in. But that wasn't the point, "I've tried to convince them they don't need to do that when I'm afraid, that they aren't helping. But they don't quite understand the subtle differences. Sometimes they do it before I get a chance to scream." Maya couldn't hear her own song, her own magic. She was sure her workings could, and sometimes acted based on those shifts. Master Oh, back when Maya saw her more often, commented on the tone of Maya's magic and how it changed after... well, what stays the same anyway?

[thornandmoss]

"Hmm?" Briar repeated innocently as Maya studied him. "That's an 'I hear something interesting' look. Something strange about my magic?"

She was a wonderful distraction. An enthusiastic participant, not at all passive. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like that in a woman. Her hands on him were welcome and reciprocated, his own running down Maya's back and tugging her body against his. Briar pulled away after a moment with obvious reluctance to continue their conversation.

He raised his eyebrows. Interesting magic was a way to distract him yet again even from just how good her lips and her hands felt on him. Briar's always had his priorities straight. "Impressive. You can get them to make sounds that no normal bell is capable of."

[anythingwithstrings]

"Not in your magic, exactly," It was the most remarkable and unusual thing. Hearing more than one magic. Not variations in his magic, they wouldn't take a different sound, just a different tempo, but separate magics working along inside of him. They were more or less in harmony... Clearly she was too distracting, as her magic was keeping him from focusing on her, and she was keeping him from focusing on her magic. Maya drifted away, begrudgingly, and not without leaving a few kisses across any bit of skin before she was back in her seat, so he could explore the magical side of this, for the moment. If she felt she needed him to be distracted by other things she was sure it wouldn't take much work to manage that. "They were quite the puzzle to figure out. It's a matter of the right mix of my power, and the right materials for the bell itself. To make them imprint that way." "I tried wooden bells first, they didn't quite like going against their nature," Metal was a bit more malleable for the task. She was fortunate the local forgemages were, well, very very good. "I've been trying to figure out a way to make this version of the bells something I can sell, but they need a lot of minding to parrot back words."

[thornandmoss]

If she decided to distract him, he'd recognize the tactic for what it was, having used it enough times himself. But who was he to turn down a particularly nice distraction when she threw herself at him? He was willing enough to be drawn out of more serious topics.

"Carpentry mages might be able to do a little to help, but metal does stand up to more than wood does. The material shift seems sensible. Have you worked with my sister, Daja Kisubo, at all?" Leave aside the fact that there was no family resemblance there whatsoever. Briar would be the first to agree that Summersea's smith mages were excellent. Considering he lived under the roof of one of the best, he'd better agree.

"I guess bells are as stubborn as some of my trees. They keep putting out new buds when they think I'm not looking. I wouldn't want them with anyone who wasn't a capable gardener."

Speaking of his own magic, there was a hint of mischief in Briar's grin when he told her, "You probably already know what you're hearing with my magic, you just haven't connected the stories with me yet." Goodness knows he and his foster sisters had been the talk of Emelan for awhile, especially after they got their medallions so young.

[anythingwithstrings]

"Your sister? I think she helped me come up with the latest designs. She's very good, and looks nothing like you." Maya considered a moment, ears perked to the songs and sounds of the magic in her bell, and the magic in Briar. Hmm... "I don't think its stubborn so much as impulsive. Their natural state is to be loud, and to make one noise. Training them not to is easy, but keeping them from decided to do it again is a bit more complicated. Bells want to ring." Much like a dog wants to bark, you can train them not to but sometimes they get all excited. And you scold them, and they feel really bad about it. Then they'll do it again. "I might need a new vessel for the charm, bells are a bit too impulsive. But I'm not quite sure what will imprint as well." Maya eyed the boy and his devilish games. Her ear for magic was very good, so if she checked she'd know where she's heard some of the songs before. One crashed loudly, the tune erratic and wild and felt... not unstable but difficult to control. The second matched the tune in her bells, that was clearly Daja's magic. Then there was the tune in his tunic, and... she heard it in the clothes of Duke Vedris the one time she saw him, years ago. "You're one of those four. The ones that have half the mages in the kingdom jealous? Including my sister. She'd hate it if I knew any of you, and I've met two." Maya's smirk grew a little more playful, "And know one." Which meant exactly what you think it meant. She may have been thinking about before they went to sleep, and after they went to bed right now. Why weren't they doing that right now?

[thornandmoss]

Briar chuckled, first at the comment about their looks, and then more deeply when she caught on. "I think I draw a little less of the jealousy," he says with an easy shrug. "I don't do much for money besides my shakkans, so not a lot of them see me as professional rivals. Most of my medicines wind up with the temple, and my garden's just for ingredients for those and our cooking. I don't have to call quite as much attention to myself as the girls do." Just let him be a simple plant mage, please. At least most of the time, when no one was threatening his home or his people.

"What kind of power does your sister have, that she'd be upset about you knowing me? And you could get to know me better if you like."

Just like Maya, Briar wasn't talking about conversation here.

[anythingwithstrings]

"No, I can't think of any reason any of the male mages in the kingdom might be jealous of you," Maya remarked, doing her best not to smile. While he kept his head down on the magical aspects of life, he... had gained a different reputation. Maya didn't mind it, it really wasn't there business. Especially since the ones who crowed loudest (and least in tune) didn't really have a chance with any of the ladies in question. "She's been groomed to go to Lightsbridge since as early as I can remember. Before I held my first cello bow. She's also very adept at all sorts of swordplay because nothing is beyond her ability. Except singing." Maya found it a point of pride she could do the only thing her sister couldn't. That all the time preparing her for schooling in magic, Maya managed to do naturally like breathing. "And she just doesn't understand how mages like us function, the ones that feel things. Ones that make all the academic all bunched in the breeches. That and she doesn't like the idea of me knowing anyone." They were sisters, and Maya was the baby of the pair. It made sense that Katie did not appreciate that Maya had grown past childish thing, mostly. And as for Briar's offer... "I have been wondering why we've been in this drafty old kitchen, when there's a nice warm bed upstairs. With sheets that are very comfortable against bare skin."

[thornandmoss]

"Well, if there's one thing I can say about all my sisters, it's that they do understand that much." They understood his magic and how he felt about green things, at least, if not the extent of what he had gone through in Gyongxe, or just how many ways it had messed him up.

But he'd seen enough of stuffy academic mages that he could imagine how uncomfortable it might be growing up with one for a sibling.

"You make a very compelling argument," Briar conceded, stepping closer and sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt to pull her toward him, running them up her back. Sheets might feel nice against bare skin, but not nearly as nice as Maya's skin felt. He leaned in to kiss her neck, pulling away reluctantly. Briar reached for Maya's hand. "Shall we?"

[anythingwithstrings]

"I don't understand how mages can really understand magic just from books. Without feeling it as connected to them as their fingers, their lips their..." she trailed off to let that concept linger to whatever body part(s) Briar wanted to think about, on whichever of the two mages in the room they were connected to. She let out a soft breath, to show how she enjoyed a brush of lips on her neck and a hand under her clothes. Even if it wasn't doing anything too indecent. Well, at this particular moment, in any case. Her hand moved to rake through his hair as he embraced her. Although not forceful enough to keep him there, even if the idea crossed her mind. When he reached for her hand Maya casual stepped back towards the stairs, and out of his reach. She hummed a gentle series of notes, light in the air and carrying a bit of her magic to them. She didn't do much, nothing different from the effects of an aphrodisiac or a gentle massage to relax the body. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and in a single motion pulled the garment off, and dropped it to the floor. Wearing only a wicked little smirk on her lips, and nothing else, she took two small steps back toward the stairs, eyes watching Briar, before turning to run up them toward the bedroom.