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Private "Grabby Hands" Is A Bad Trait

Discussion in 'Crystal Vales' started by Eliot Waugh, Oct 12, 2018.

  1. Eliot Waugh

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    October 16th, Year 108
    @Dorian Pavus



    So the giant cock chicken was gone.
    And Eliot definitely didn't miss riding on the back of that beast through town. Or feeding it an awful lot of corn. Or telling it bedtime stories. That would just be ridiculous.

    He's fixed up his flat after the chicken had managed to ruin some furniture, and realized that he had lost quite a few ingredients he needed for spells during his time chicken-sitting.
    It was all too convenient that there was a market in town this week, and it promised to deliver a variety of useful magical ingredients (and also useless antiques which Eliot might just purchase for the sake of having them).
    He was well prepared - bag in hand, a shopping list scribbled down on a piece of paper, his flask in his pocket, and -

    "Oh my..."
    Eliot turned on his heel to stride over to one of the booths that belonged to a shady-looking lizard-man as it seemed. The artifact which had caught his eye was a goblet of silver, covered in shiny gemstones which, upon closer inspection, appeared to reflect entirely different images than the marketplace surrounding them.
    Frankly, it wasn't like he needed this old thing, and he also had little idea just what it was, really. But something about those shimmering gemstones was ridiculously appealing, and - was that a moon reflecting in that ruby?
    The price-tag for the object was as equally ridiculous as its shiny stones were appealing, and Eliot frowned in disbelief at the number scribbling down the goblet's worth.
    Curiously, he reached out to run a thumb over what appeared to be a ruby, as if he'd be able to determine by touch alone whether the stone was real.
    "Are those even real? Because really you aren't the first one to come up with-..."

    He wouldn't ever get to finish his oh so well thought-out phrase, because the moment his fingers touched the gemstone, he was gone.
    The last thing Eliot Waugh saw, was the maliciously grinning lizard man, and the reflecting of the strangely-shaped moon in the ruby upon that goblet.
    And for a few seconds that was really the last thing he saw - because what followed was a swirl of color like a melting lollipop, or a melting, swirling world, and him right in the middle of it all until he was pretty sure he'd be sick from it any moment now - and that was really not hot at all.

    What was hot though, was the water which rained down upon him a moment later.
    The marketplace had vanished, so had the grinning lizardman (which, all things considered, wasn't really a loss - no offense but that guy had been ugly af), and instead -
    "Uhm....."
    - Eliot was pretty certain this was a naked guy's ass he was facing right now.
    And why was it raining hot water? And why -..... ooohhh.
    This was a shower.
    And it was apparently not his shower.
    And also he was getting fucking soaked, in his coat and all. At least the view wasn't bad - yet, this seemed a little inappropriate, even for him.

    "While I'd love to stay a little longer and admire that view, I think I should get going before you get a chance to settle this for me..."
    Running a hand over his face in an attempt to get the damned water out of his eyes (and the hair that's fallen into his face now, too, thanks to being soaked), Eliot tried to get to his feet preferably without slipping and falling atop of that naked guy in that guy's very own shower.
    Where, by the way, he still had no fucking idea how he's wound up in.

     
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    It was his day off. This should mean that he was overdue to relax. Dorian had been in no hurry to wake up, laying bed staring idly up at the arched ceiling, eyes tracing the intricately carved snake-like dragons in the dark wood beams. He had spent the next hour, half buried under blankets, reading a thick tome of dark red leather, gold script along the cover written in runic symbols.

    It was only when the sunlight finally hit the back of his bedroom wall through matching arched windows, that Dorian realized he should probably get up. He sighed, slipped out of bed, and made his way into his bathroom. He stopped and stared into the mirror - something he frequently did - but this time his brow furrowed into a half-frown, one brow dipped low more than the other. He ran his hands down his arm and his side, pinching here and there. Maker, he needed to get out of the office more. With a sense of horror, he realized suddenly that sitting around and sneaking shots of booze all day was not working out in favor of his figure.

    He ran a hand through his hair, checking for greys, at least feeling better that there were none. He smirked, and satisfied for now, entered the shower. His bathroom had both - a large clawed tub and a full shower. He thought that without electricity, that he would be without a plumbing, something modern that he had gotten used to in Misty Hollow, but he was relieved to find that the Vales had skirted around that problem with magic. There wasn't much one couldn't do without magic, thank the Maker.

    If there was anything that could serve man, it was a good shower. Dorian let the water run around his back and tilted his head back, enjoying the heated water that had been fortuitously installed in his gorgeous house on the hill. The idea of going back to Thedas, where they did not have indoor plumbing, was one of the more tragic thoughts. He would bring back the shower with him if he could.

    Dorian had only turned around to face the water, letting the water run down the front, when he heard someone's voice. Right behind him. His eyes opened sharply as his head jerked up at the same time, blinking rapidly as water hit him in the face. He turned around quickly then, as quickly as one could in a shower and he felt his heel slip under him, but he held his balance. However, his hand that had shot out to grab whoever he saw in the corner of his eyes, shoved the strange man sideways into the glass instead. "Ah, Kaffas! Get out!" he yelled, and the next second the glass door flew open, giving a clear exit.

    Dorian's hand flew immediately to a towel, lunging sideways to the bar on the opposite side of the door and grabbing one to cover himself up, while in his other hand electricity sparked across his fingers. Electricity seemed like the best choice, considering his intruder was soaking wet. "Oh, I don't think you'd want me to settle this. How did you get in here? Who are you?" he said tersely as he stepped quickly out of the shower to confront the man. Dorian surprised himself with how less angry sounding he could have been. The adrenaline that had shot through his system at the idea of an attacker, had stopped once he was able to get a better look at who he was dealing with.

    Some... foppish man in complete dress. Had Dorian been in a better mood, he would have taken better note at the fact that he was, at least fashionably dressed for a burglar. But at the moment, he was trying to get his heart to stop thumping in his throat while also trying to appear as intimidating as possible with one hand clutching a towel.
     
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    Now, perhaps the reaction should not have surprised him - though it was a little insulting, really. He's never been rejected quite this intensely. Or.... rejected at all, period.
    But when the stranger swirled around angrily (or perhaps shocked was the more appropriate term), pushing him against the glass door, Eliot wondered for just a brief moment how high the chances were of him cracking his skull on that glass should it burst.

    Luckily it didn't burst. It merely gave in.
    Like a door. Because....it was a door.

    It was not a very graceful removal from the shower, frankly, as Eliot more fell than stepped through the door, landing on his behind and bruising his elbow.
    He was still wet from the water, pulling a face at the pain in his bone which had inevitably occurred from the fall. And maybe he would have continued pouting if it weren't for his (still mostly naked) company, now clearly enraged, following him out of the shower, and - oh. well. coincidences really didn't exist, did they now?
    Whoever was the God of not-coincidences was a fucking dick.

    Eliot stared at the sparking electricity at the tips of the man's fingers - though admittedly he also stared elsewhere several times.
    This was not an easy situation, really. It was near impossible to not stare at this handsome stranger, but it would be much smarter to actually pay attention to the clearly presented threat. Life was tough. Eliot sighed internally over the tragedy of such wasted opportunity.

    Battle magic wasn't his strong suit, but he was decent enough in passive defense and deflection. He'd be able to draw a shield quick enough, should the other decide to attempt shocking him.
    So for the moment, Eliot decided to opt for raising his hands in surrender while pushing himself to his feet at the same time - casually cool, of course.

    "That's pretty kinky, even for me. I hate being the killjoy but perhaps we should start this off a little slower?"
    His lovely smile didn't linger for too long though, as the proposed threat didn't appear to waver.
    Fine. Time to be serious, was it?

    Eliot sighed, dropping his smile, and offering instead, quite deadpan:
    "Hi. I'm Eliot. And honestly, I have no idea why I'm here - but that's a very nice shower, I approve. Now if you would please just quit the whole idea of electrocuting me, that would be lovely."

     
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    It didn't take Dorian long to realize what was going on. The feeling of control, now that the surprise had turned from him, to his intruder, allowed him a brief moment to take stock of the situation. Shrewdly, his eyes fell on the other. At the other's pouty lip, one brow unfurled and raised just as soon as it switched sides as the sharpness of his gaze dulled.

    As the other man rose from the wet puddle that had made after being unceremoniously dumped onto the ground, Dorian's shoulders relaxed slightly, although tenseness still showed in the lines of shoulders.

    "That's pretty kinky, even for me."

    Dorian sucked his upper lip briefly between his teeth and his bottom lip at the same time as his diaphragm contracted quickly, although not with enough effort to elicit a sound. It was definitely a scoff of disbelief. The sad, water-logged mustache gave him an even more disapproving look, but at least he no longer looked angry. If anything, his initial reaction took on an air of haughtiness in the tilt of his jaw and the cool look that calmed the ire. The only thing that kept him looking completely amused about the whole thing - which was impressive in on its own considering he was the significantly least clothed between the both of them- was the slight furrow in his brow that remained and the tense edge to his voice.

    "Now that you've seem my shower, and you approve, you can complete your tour of my house, and leave." he said, with a quick flex of his fingers like he was stretching them restlessly. Where electricity crackled, it suddenly disappeared. Snatching the ends of his towel, Dorian quickly wrapped it around his waist - an attempt at modesty, although he was fully aware of the way the other kept sneaking looks at him, that he had already seen more of Dorian than he cared him to. Air hit the water over his skin and tiny goosebumps appeared on his arms as he waved the other forwards, ushering him out of his bathroom.
     
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    Usually, when he ended up in other people's showers, the encounters were much more pleasant than this one was turning out being.
    But on the other hand, what had he expected, really? This wasn't a cheap porno - the stunned stranger wouldn't suddenly decide to go for a quick fuck with a random guy who was magically dropped into his shower.
    Though that was still just too bad.

    "Okay, okay, I'm already leaving."
    Eliot grumbled, somewhat offended, as he turned and headed for the door before the other would have a chance to kick him out personally.
    The one thing the young magician had not expected, however, was the fact that this entire situation wouldn't be quite as easy to solve.

    He made it out of the bathroom just fine, sparing a glance for the rest of what he could see of the flat (very nice, this man clearly had style - sure a fuck in the shower wasn't in?), and opening the front door was easy enough, too.
    And that was where the rest of the whole I am leaving exclamation went all wrong.

    Eliot pulled open the door and, with full intention to actually leave as he's told he would, stepped out into the hallway. Planned to, anyway.
    Because instead of finding himself in same hallway, he just ran face first against an invisible wall.

    "What the...."
    Stretching out his hand to where empty space should have been, he found his fingers unable to make it past the entrance door's frame.
    Well this was great. Maybe next time he'd think twice before touching what had clearly been a magical artifact.
    With a frown, Eliot drew a complex pattern with his hands into the air, attempting to make the veil visible to the eye with the help of magic. But the spell did nothing.
    And he was left standing a little dumbstruck in front of the opened door.

    "Uhm.. hate to inform you of this, but I think we have a tiny problem."
    Hopefully this wouldn't be the day that he'd be fried alive by an angry mage.

     
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    On the way out, Dorian snatched the bathrobe off the back of the door in a blustered hurry. He followed the other closely, hurriedly shoving his arms into the sleeves and wrapping it around himself. Normally, he would dry off more before he put it on, but he didn't exactly have that luxury this time. Tying it off, he felt much less exposed clothed in black silk and gilded motifs, and therefore less irritated. Although he still eyed the other shrewedly.

    At first, when the other made a show of leaving, only be stopped, Dorian give him a look of disbelief, arms crossing over themselves. As time went on, the realism of the moment slowed dawned on Dorian, and his squint turned less squinty, one brow lifting. Either the other was a really good actor, which he honestly doubted, or something was actually wrong.

    "What do you mean exactly?" he asked and stepped forwards to place his hand freely through the doorframe. Where the other seemed unable to pass, Dorian had no problems.

    "Unless you're going to tell me you are some kind of demon, of which my house is warded against-"
    Long story. "-then this is just brilliant. What did you do?" he asked, stepping away and looking the other over (in a completely scientific way, mind you). Although his tone was sharp, Dorian was intrigued in the sense that there was something to be figured out - as disrupting as this was. He had never had this happen before, so he had to believe that this had something to do with the man who stood before him, whether he realized he had done something or not. It did not skip Dorian's mind that this was a ploy, but he had... minor doubts about that as well.
     
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    His heart sank somewhat when the (not any longer naked) stranger joined him at the door, effortlessly pushing his hand into the space past the doorframe. Yet when Eliot attempted the same, he, once again, didn't get anywhere at all.
    Well, fuck.
    This was turning out just great. God, he needed a drink.

    some kind of demon, however, had Eliot raise a somewhat-offended yet confused eyebrow. Did he look like a demon? Alright fine, demons could look human, too. But really?
    And warded against.. demons, in particular? That seemed oddly specific. It made him wonder briefly just what story was behind that, but not enough to ask.
    And maybe he wouldn't have said much at all then, instead attempted to work out how to solve this issue, if it wouldn't have been for the accusing question of:
    What did you do? which had the magician react even more offended, then.
    Jaw dropping for a moment as he stared at the other in disbelief like the drama queen he was.

    "I didn't do anything."
    Which... was not exactly wrong, per se.
    With an annoyed huff, Eliot turned towards the door again. He attempted another spell, this time mumbling the latin to himself while drawing the required hand gesture, but that, too, did nothing.
    And he was beginning to feel more frustrated and at the same time more exhausted with the minute. This was not what he had expected upon sharing a shower with a naked stranger.

    "Must have been that damn goblet. Knew the ruby was fake, absolutely not worth the money."
    He mumbled to himself, trying himself on yet another spell with an even more complex looking hand movement involved, fingers flexing and adjusting positions with well-learned precision.
    No, he hadn't done anything. Except for touching that stupid goblet. But the rest?
    That was the goblet's work, and thus not his fault, clearly.

     
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    So the other looked convincingly offended that he had insinuated he might be a demon. All that got in reaction back was an eyebrow raise before Dorian looked away. "It's a long story." he muttered, brushing aside the idea. If he was a demon, he was a pretty poor one... or a powerful one, if he had managed to appear inside of his home. On second thought, as he sucked his cheek in on one side out of habit, probably not.

    His eyes snapped back to the other as soon as the loud theatrics started. Now, Dorian knew about theatrics, but if he was a good judge of character - and Maker knew, after all the failings he had had in his lifetime, that he was experienced enough to tell - this man had a flair for the dramatic. He had been called dramatic once or twice, so if was anything, it was a 'takes one to know one' situation. Dorian gave the other a long look, a very faint look of amusement crossing his face. The tug in the corner of one side of his lips was hidden well by his mustache, but he crosses his arms as he watched the other attempt... some kind of magic, uttered in something that sounded vaguely Tevene - if you learned Tevene as a second language and got all of your lessons completely mixed up, but his eyes glinted at that point of interest.

    However, that failed too.And with that, a sense of impatience that the other at least seemed to mirror.

    "Well that was amusing, at the very least."


    With the admittance of the other's tampering with kind of artifact, Dorian could piece the information together quite easily. The curiosity aside that the other was practiced in a magic unfamiliar to him, Dorian let out a sigh of exasperation. "You tampered with an object that you don't know what is does, and yet you didn't do anything. Oh yes, that's quite unusual." he snorted, unfolding his right hand from where they were stuck together across his chest.

    "Goblet. Hand. Please." he said expectantly, with surprisingly more calmness in his voice than he expected. Granted, he was not quite over being accosted by a man in his own shower, but he also wasn't a prude. With the initial confrontation over, being naked was not something of a uncommon occurrence. Beyond that, he was starting to feel like the other was less of a threat - and more like a fool who liked to touch things without thought of consequence.
     
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    Amusing
    What a -... dick.
    Eliot stared at the other man unimpressed, not taking any of his shit this time around. The situation was slowly becoming anything other than amusing, frankly, and the magician didn't quite know how to go from here. Brakebills hadn't exactly taught him how to get past doors in parallel dimensions he should have been able to walk through without difficulty anyway.
    But schools tended to leave out all the important lessons, anyway.

    Much more frustrating than Brakebills University's ability to teach its students useful magic, was the fact that this man was clearly belittling him - and Eliot didn't like that at all. He was an adult who's had to face shit in his life, too - not some idiot child somebody had failed to look after.
    But that wasn't the issue now, and knowing this was the only reason he didn't attempt to argue here.

    Goblet. Hand. Please.
    Ah, so speaking in full sentences was apparently becoming too difficult for the poor guy now, huh? Sorry, friend, but that mustache won't save you from bad sentence structure either.
    Eliot dropped his hands and stared at the other with a look that clearly said are you an idiot? - though, the answer was evident.

    "I don't have it."
    Fair, they didn't know each other (though one of them arguably knew the other better), and there wasn't really a way for this man to judge Eliot's way of thinking. But if the goblet would have been on him, Eliot would long since have attempted to fumble with the artifact and figure out whether there was anything to be done about it.

    "I didn't take it with me, I only touched it, and wound up facing your -....shower."
    Because perhaps the other's well-shaped buttocks would not have been the best thing to be bringing up in the current conversation.

     
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    Dorian suddenly held his breath in, silently but sharply inhaling through his nose, as the news was dropped on him. He was left with the sudden realization that there was a strange man in his house, whose intentions were still unclear, but was for some reason restricted to staying within his walls.

    If he was to believe the other, then they were pretty much both equally screwed.

    His exhale came through a somewhat strained smile. His initial reactions had been... perhaps, overly dramatic. Just a tad. Dorian's stance shifted as he rocked back on a heel and crossed his arms.

    "Oh, yes. That was quite convenient that. You showing up in the one place in the house that was occupied." he said, albeit dryly and with an eyebrow just one shade higher than the other.

    With an actual sigh, he rubbed his temple. "Well, if we don't have the object in question, then... this requires some more thought. And I need a drink." he said, ending it with somber finality. Checking his robes to make sure they still covered all the important parts, he turned on his heels.

    "Come along!" he called. Dorian needed a new mindset to tackle his now current problem, and that would require... some inspiration in the form of a bottle. Dorian hoped the man had the good sense to follow. He wasn't just going to leave the man to wander his home, was he?
     
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    Eliot was almost expecting thie entire situation to blow up now. If not 10 minutes ago, then definitely now. He hated Pandora for how its market was basically the same as the black market of magical items, because everything was magical and nobody fucking knew how to use it (him included, apparently).

    The sharp inhale had Eliot mentally preparing himself to draw up a ward should the other attack - but nothing the-like happened. Luckily so. Because having some kind of stupid fight over a situation which clearly wouldn't get solved with the help of a fight was pretty much the least thing he wanted to be doing right now.
    Instead, the man proposed the first logical thing ever since he's first opened his mouth.

    A drink.
    With the premise of finally getting some decent alcohol, Eliot even let the other's much rudely phrased demand slide.
    "Finally a good idea. I might even be kind enough to mix you something if you stop being such an unbearable jerk."
    Because somebody had to say it, right? And if they were already trapped here, this task clearly fell upon Eliot - though all jokes and banter aside, the magician knew he had to solve this diplomatically.
    It was the one thing to be stuck in some stranger's apartment, and the other to be stuck in some stranger's apartment who hated you.
    He'd prefer to solve this as smoothly and friendly as possible. At the very least, this guy was evidently familiar with magic. That was already making matters a little easier.

    "All in good spirit, my friend, don't give me that look. Where's your cocktail equipment?"
    But first things first - he needed to clear his mind with a good drink. And, no offense, he wasn't sure whether he trusted that guy on his ability to mix decent beverages.