ninth : now you're thinking with (magic) portals

[spellbent]

[ Well, with the town going crazy, seems like it would be wise for Warren to test out the magical tunnels he's been setting up since his last regain. He starts in his house, which is conspicuously clear of drones for the moment- don't ask what he does with them, but they've been especially annoying lately. Best to eliminate the problem.

In the middle of his living room, he activated the spell that opens up one end of the portal. He steps through, and ends up in any number of places as he tries them out: ]


[ A : THE PARK ]

[ The relative quiet in this little corner of the park is suddenly disturbed as reality practically tears open, and Warren steps out of the hole he's created. He frowns, turning back to the tear, and references the large book he had under one arm. He sketches a few marks in the air with one hand, watching as they feed into the portal.

That done, he sticks his arm through a couple of times. Apparently satisfied, he waves a hand and the tear closes up as though it was never there in the first place. ]


[ B : THE BAKERY ]

[ Buying some bread? Baking some bread? Well, don't mind the sudden hole in reality along one wall, and the wizard suddenly stepping through, book tucked under one arm. He studiously ignores whoever might be around for the moment, and inspects his handiwork.

If you look into the tear, you'll see what looks like an ordinary Mayfield living room, just a step away. ]


[ C : 725 ANDERSON LANE ]

[ Hello Anders! (And Simba??) Warren is dropping in- through a tear in reality in your living room. He probably scared the crap out of Messere Snugglesworth, though. He doesn't know about the lion yet. ]

Comments

[spellbent]

I've been working on this for weeks, if that's what you want to know. It's not easy, but I figure it'll be worth it in the long run.

[logic_and_magic]

Hm, I suppose so, instant transportation would be a good thing after all.

[Turning to the man he gives him a small bow.]

I apologize for not introducing myself before asking questions. My name is Crown.

[spellbent]

I'll take what I can get in this place.

[ Warren quirks a brow at the bowing, but otherwise doesn't react to it. ] I'm Warren.

You have magic where you're from, I'm guessing.

[logic_and_magic]

[High class boy raised to be a potential king, deal with his politeness.]

Yes, we do have it in my world. I am one of many actually capable of using it.

[spellbent]

But it's different than this. How does it work?

[logic_and_magic]

To begin with most people need objects to draw out their magic because our potential had grown weak over the centuries. By using them though, we could allow it get stronger so we would no longer need the object in question. By that token we could cast magic with circles.

[spellbent]

How strange. It sounds like... magical training wheels.

[logic_and_magic]

In a sense, yes. It has to do with the history of families with magic coming in in short supply and having to reproduce with the non magical. But, that proved to be a problem since it just began weakening our magic. We found away around it but the damage had been done.

I assume your world functions on a different system?

[spellbent]

You're born with the ability, but the level of power varies from person to person. It's passed down through the men in the family.

[logic_and_magic]

Hm, sounds somewhat similar. But why only men?