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There's a sickening wet thudding sound resounding from just around the corner. It's accompanied by agonized groans, droning death rattles, each sound punctuated with a broken, glitched effect. He had been fleeing the horde when they all suddenly merged into one horrific being. Would he even be able to draw any spell to reverse that?

Will any of his spells work at all?

Ah— there's a girl, and she looks lost, and he's not about to leave her alone to deal with that thing all by herself, not at all.

"You!" He calls, and grimaces at how loud his voice sounds bouncing off the surrounding buildings. The wet thudding footsteps become faster, louder. Honing in on him, on them. "I apologize, but please come with me!"

Qifrey grabs her hand as he runs past and jumps, presses his heels together, and soars into the air with her, well out of the amalgamation's reach. He doesn't touch back down onto a rooftop until they're several blocks away.

"I hope you can forgive me; it didn't feel right to leave you to fend for yourself."

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like this post for an event starter, capping at 2 o7

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Ouch, that's cold! Qifrey furrows his brow, lips pushing out into a pout at his phone.

[ text ] You were sleeping on my couch at the apartment!! Now you're making me ask? [ text ] Even though you specialise in fire magic you sure are cold, Olly... [ text ] Okay, will you move in with me?

If he was being entirely honest, he definitely was keeping Qifrey waiting.

"Not like you asked me before this, genius."

[text] In case you forgot, I only lived in the atelier at home because of my JOB. [text] If you want me to move in with you that badly, you need to ask me. [text] Go ahead, I'm waiting.

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Olruggio is going to suddenly find his "cellphone" contraption absolutely bombarded with messages. Clearly Qifrey's grown rather adept at texting.

[ text ] Olly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [ text ] When are you going to move into the atelier?! [ text ] Your tower is left just the way you like it!!! Everything is just as it was! ☆ ～('▽^人) [ text ] You're not going to keep me waiting, are you?

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"Really? They appear untampered with to me."

And he proceeds to unwrap one and toss it into his mouth. While maintaining direct eye contact.

｢𓆄｣ "Quick!! I heard the supply of chocolate caramels were poisoned, give them to me for proper disposal!!"

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i think i got hit in the AC by mistake so i'm here reapplying as qifrey from witch hat atelier; he was housed in his atelier in cotes ward!

Welcome back to chilly Isola Radiale, Qifrey!

You’ll be staying in YOUR ATELIER!

You will retain everything given to you during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

REMINDER: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two eligible in-character posts or your character will be considered inactive once more.

– ⋆ mimosa

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EXAMINE: your home

The atelier has been his home for a long time. At least ever since he became a professor. Back in his world, it was settled out in the countryside—a more secluded location, a distance away from the nearest town. He liked that seclusion, just him and his friend and his students to practice their magic as they please. Away from the Great Hall.

There's no Great Hall here, and his atelier is a little less in the countryside even though he tried to get it just far enough away from the more bustling parts of Cotes. It's still cozy and quiet. It looks just the same as it did back in Zozah. The tower, the multiple bedrooms, the little cozy kitchen and study.

It does feel quiet and empty, though. He hopes Olruggio moves in soon, the tower was left just the way he usually likes it. There are no little girls running to and fro, laughing and bickering, while he stands in front of the oven and contemplates his next meal.

...So it's lonely, for now. He suspects that will change in time. Once his friend moves in, and if, perhaps, his students are drawn into this world. Maybe he'll see Coco again. He always worries about her so much.

Qifrey sighs and snaps himself out of his melancholy. No use in moping. "Alright... I ought to run to the market to pick up these ingredients!"

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Go in my askbox, and give my muse an RPG-style command!

Examples: 

[Examine ___ ] [Equip ___ ] [Talk to ___ ]

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"Since I moved it feels as though I've been spending more time getting the atelier back in order than actually taking advantage of my free time."

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interest check for fragmemoria for the cyor event?? i'll message you if you like this post!!

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One child is gone, and another appears.

Qifrey had descended upon him in an instant. Must have startled the boy quite a bit, too, by the looks of things. It isn't lost on him that Tartah isn't exactly fond of him, but there are no other familiar adults around (and Olruggio is back at the apartment), and he doesn't feel right having him run around in an unfamiliar city all by himself.

Especially when he'd nearly made a direct turn into the bad part of the ward. Definitely not somewhere that a child should be wandering into.

"Please, be a little more conscious of your surroundings! How would your grandfather feel if you got lost or hurt — or both?" Yes, he's being overbearing, but a child needs at least one adult to look out for them. "You know, those little contraptions have a map in them. I could show you where to find it—"

Qifrey takes a deep breath. His vise grip on Tartah's shoulders loosens.

"I know you aren't helpless, but you ought to grow more accustomed to this place before you wander off on your own."

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“Alright, alright!! Just let go of me...!!!”  Tartah squirms as best he can to wrest the man’s hands from his shoulders.  He tries not to make a scene, but this isn’t the most ideal scenario to be placed in.  Tartah does know him, although given the circumstances, he is not the most enthused to see him here.  Of all available options, depending on Qifrey most of all doesn’t imbue him with the most confidence.

“Jeez, I’m not helpless, you know.”  He can manage fine!  He’s done his best thus far!!  He would love to prove it, but it’s like Qifrey has a sixth sense to any potential harm to young witches-in-training.  He barely gave Tartah any time.  Still, he has his own place to stay, so it’s not like he’s stuck with Qifrey.  Silver linings, or something of the sort. He just needs to brace himself for whatever kind of overbearing nonsense he's about to be thrown into.

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"It's quite strange — these memories I have, spotty as they are, so alike the ones from home but still so different... no rumors of Blight to speak of, there, I suppose. None in this place, either."

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luminous status.

subgiant > luminous subgiant.

starting ability: manipulate a small amount of water (up to one liter) at a time. uncapping the amount of water he can manipulate.

+ adding 500 stars as a refund for the one upgrade to his starting ability he got (here).

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i'm too tired to make a huge event post but i wanted to get details down 'cus i actually wanna do this event on qifrey.

like wolfwood his alternative allegory event au is dragon age. he's a circle mage from a land past the hunterhorn mountains known as zozah. much like tevinter, zozah operates in a way that mages are the ones that are in control while templars have little actual power. the main circle for zozah is located beneath the sea, just off the northern coast.

he lives out in the countryside and, like in wha canon, is helping four young girls in their magic studies. however, there have been whispers of blight rampaging on the other side of the mountains, and it's set everyone on edge.

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"I understand." Olruggio likely won't listen to Qifrey when he's like this. He knows winter best out of the two of them, being from further up north, and he's witnessed much since he was a child. Too much. More than a child should have to see.

So much he blames himself for. It's no wonder he's panicking.

"One moment," Qifrey murmurs, rising from his seat on the balcony and retreating into the apartment. He returns only a moment later with the throw blanket that had been tossed over the couch. Gently, he drapes it over his friend's shoulders.

Then he settles back down. "Did you have any ideas? You were always best at making sure the atelier was prepared for the colder months, after all."

"We don't...Really know what to expect, though, don't we." He appreciates the comfort, the weight of Qifrey's hand on his shoulder, but he finds it hard to shed his concerns, looking back over his notes. The temperatures fluctuating during the day, and then the drops at night. Often at least halved, and more oft recently more.

All indicative of Winter. Not a temperate one, but a chill one. So far no solid evidence that it would be nearly as catastrophic as what he was used to, but...

"Our captors are like magic run amok."

"Unpredictable, and leaving us on the backfoot with the ability to only react. With us at a fraction of our abilities, we'll need to be ready in case your apprentices come back."