crystal.

[exequy]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Kostos
RECIPIENT: Everybody
WHAT: Nothing remotely inflammatory
WHEN: Time is a manmade construct and I refuse to be bound by it
NOTES: Context.

The next time any of us— [ That isn't an all-inclusive us; he means, specifically, mages and rifters and maybe templars, but everyone can figure that out on their own. Or not. He doesn't care. ] —is in the position to make demands, I think we should make sure we have a say in which rifters go to which Circles. We could pick in turns. Like choosing teams.

[ That's all. ]

Comments

[exequy]

[ ... She has a point. ]

I suppose.

[ He hates when people have points! ]

Does that happen to you often?

[the_cleric]

Mmmm.... Not really... Not anymore, especially. I am a Rifter and I am still cute, of course, but I am also like, seven feet tall and built like a brick shithouse now, so... I think thieves are freaked out, man.

I would make a bitching body-guard. Like, I would have before, I can do all kinds of stuff--

[o shit wait]

Hey, so, you're a mage. What can you do? No one has ever told me before, about the kind of stuff that mages can do.

[exequy]

That is a very broad question.

Were you not seven feet tall—before?

[ "Before." He still thinks all your prior lives are made up, sorry. ]

[the_cleric]

No, of course I wasn't. I was a tiefling, before. Pro-bably... um, maybe five-and-a-half feet tall? The last time I was measured was when I was still living in Nicodranas. I marked it on the doorframe of my bedroom so my mom could see how tall I was getting, when she came to visit me! And I don't think that tieflings get too much taller, you know? Maybe like, six feet... maybe a little taller... I don't actually know that many tieflings. Like I don't know how tall my friend Molly is, because I wasn't starting out every day being like, oh Molly, let me me-a-sure you, please, so I can tell some stranger guy how tall you are when I go to a new plane or world or whatever this skinkydoodle place is, really, oh, hold still, I have a ta-ape measure and I want to measure you, oooh--

[If it's all made up, Jester has a rich fantasy life. Which would actually not be that surprising, or inaccurate, even if it isn't all made up.]

And also, I had a tail before, and it was really really pretty, and man! It really fucks up your balance when you used to have a tail and now you do not, you know? So weird.

Okay okay okay, but why is the magic question broad? Is it because you can do that much stuff? Like so much?