RP:A Job Well Done

• RP:A JOB WELL DONE

• The Dormitory

How bland, you think to yourself as you take in your surroundings. All around you are small cots, with cheap blankets and white sheets. They are all well cleaned though, and the cots look comfortable despite their size. At the base of each cot is a small trunk for each person to store their things in, and at the side of the bed is a small table with a candle and some individual items for each person. There are many windows, all with thin blue curtains that blow gently in the breeze through open windows. All this makes it seem as if they don't spend very much time in here. To the east is a door leading to the mage tower, and to the south is a small door heading towards the library.

Jack was nestled at the back of the maze of rows and columns, the cots all empty save for the one. The room had a feel of disuse about it, the mages that might occupy them were off to their studies, and it is assumed that they merely sleep here. Jack, however, had little else to do--having been brought here for the simple sake of healing. Bandages covered his torso and wrapped up his left arm as well as his left eye. Jack, a man of intensity, would seem to remain oblivious to any who might enter the room, his attention quite drawn entirely by the book held in hand.

Vasha walks into the room, one she used many times herself since most of her time was spent in study in the library. Noticing the man occupying a cot she makes her way over to him. The mages black clinging dress trails behind her to whisper across the wooden floor and her long sable hair covers her shoulders like a cape. Coming to stand next to the obviously wounded fellow she looks down at him with a startling intensitiy in her brown eye's as she asks, "Are you the one I was to meet here? Jack I believe?"

Jack could hear the woman as she approached, though he pay little attention to the matter. She walked as most did around here, with a guarded curiosity, and an attempted silence--which for the most part remained true save for the sweep of her attire. It would not be until she spoke to him that he would look up from his book, his finger placed between the pages to save his place as it was close. His deep chestnut gaze spoke of confusion at first before he remembered that he received word back from the tattooist and expected her here this eve. When he did realize it, there was a dawning of truth apparent upon his facade, his mouth opening with an 'ah', his eyes lighting up, and his crimson locks to sway slightly. "I presume you would be lady Vasha, then? I'm glad you could meet me on such short notice, and I apologize for any inconvenience." He spoke very polite to the woman, his gaze sweeping the woman with a curious eye.

Vasha looks down at the man in her own study of him, taking measure of his condition and dismissing any danger coming that might have come from the as yet unfamiliar man. Placing her hands on her ample hips she chuckles, "I am Vasha, but I am no lady. I grew up a peasant and am not one to put on airs like some I've seen in this place." The mage didn't mean her presant company and the way she spoke her words inplied that. "I see you are hurt, I can heal you if you'd like? I have some small gift in that area of magic."

Jack would give a light chuckle, still mindful of his healing ribs, though. "It is being worked on, but I thank you for the offer." Jack would pause a moment before continuing, weighing on the matter of if he should simply ask. After a moment, he decided. "I hear you are quite skilled at what you do...no?" What I have in mind is not 'easy' per-say.

Vasha shrugs her milk white shoulder at his decline of her offer of healing and the bit of lace she used for a shawl slides down to settle on the floor in a pool of dark material. Not paying it any attention she takes a seat on the empty cot next to the one Jack lay on, "I am the tattooist you seek. What exactly did you want for yours to do?"

Jack hardly paid attention to the fallen material, and instead to the words ushered forth. He then began to unravel the bandage about his left eye. When it was removed, the eye was swollen and the iris turned grey. "It was wounded in battle, and I have lost sight in it." His words held a certain degree of sadness to them, but he would continue to speak anyways. "I was hoping you could make use of it for me. And by that, I mean in the way of allowing me to see mana with a visual spectrum. Also..."he wold pause a moment, searching for the proper words to adequately describe his thought process. "To allow me to cast illusion...I suppose like a median....I put magic into it, and it casts an illusion of my choosing....if that makes sense, anyways."

Vasha leans closer as he uncovered his wounded orb to study it for a few minutes before sitting back lost in thought. Tapping her full bottom lip her eye's brighten quickly and she points to the runic tattoo surrounding her left one, "It would be like the one I gave myself in a sense. This gives me the power to see through illusions, I would just have to modify the spell, but I believe I could do it." Bending over she picks up her shawl and drops it down beside her on the cot already thinking of how to go about the spell.

Jack would instantly begin to smile as she spoke. "That would be wonderful!" He watched as the gears started to turn in her head, the spell working within her mind. "What would your fee be?"

Vasha comes back to the presant conversation with a start, so lost in her thoughts as she was, "Oh, I guess around one thousand gold concidering what you want." Arching her slim brow she gives Jack a curious look, "Not many have been able to afford my costs so far. Is my price too high for you?"

Jack would mull the matter over a moment before responding, his head tilting to the side slightly in the process. "It is a steep price, but I will pay. After all, the services will be well worth it."

Vasha give's Jack a nod and smiles for the first time since they started their discussion, "Good, for I sorely need the gold." Patting the pouch at her waist she gazes deeply into his eye's before asking, "I could do it now if you'd like, but I must warn you if will be painfull considering where you want it?"

Jack had hardly expected the offer to do it now, and as much was clearly visible upon his face. "You could?!" He was clearly excited about it, the pain aside. Jack had dealt with more than his fair share of pain, so he was hardly worried about it (though, he probably should be). "There is a pouch in my bag, under the cot. The gold is in there." He would flash her a smile, a glimmer of joy in his eye. "Do you need time to prepare, or anything?"

Vasha gives Jack a quick wink as she takes the her payment from him and turns to begin removing her tools from her pouch. Rune stone, needles, clean cloths, and a bottle of black ink follow one after the other as she places them on the small table between the cots. Turning to him now with a serious cast to her pale features she says, "I am always in tune with my magic and all I need I carry with me as you can see. You are the one who truely needs to prepare."

Jack would nod to the woman, his lids dropping as he began to set up mental barriers. It was a simple task, preparing for the pain. He took deep, steady breaths, his nostrils flaring slightly as he did. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, and turned to the woman. "I am ready when you are."

Vasha gives Jack a small grin and pushes up her sleeves to reveal one hand covered with a runic tattoo all the way up to the elbow. A green glow begins to come from it as she reaches over for a needle and the bottle of ink. Stiffly she rises from her seat and lowers herself down on her knee's next to Jack, it was apparent the the mage was in a trance already as she touched the tip of the needle to her runestone then into the ink. Leaning close she places one cool hand on his brow to steady his head and she starts to prick the flesh close to his grey orb. Over and over she repeats her movements as she chants softly, strange arcane words tumble from her parted lips and the tattoo slowly comes to life. Time seems to stretch out forever, but actually just an hour passes before Vasha finishes. Giving herself a shake she brings herself out of the trance and lays down her tools to take up a cloth wiping away the extra ink and the small amount of blood that always forms. Sitting back on her heals she looks her work over and smiles, "Well, that should do it. I would like you to try it out for me so if I need to add anything I can do it now."

Jack 's attention was caught by the tattoo upon the woman's hand, though he would quickly rid his mind of the matter and instead turn it towards what was at hand(ironically). He expected it to be painful, but that hardly would do justice to what he would truly feel. The needle would prick, the ink absorbing, and the magic infusing. It was indeed painful, but it was not the aspect of being pricked at that was the cause--rather, it was the effect the magic would have. The tendrils of mana working their way in, and causing whatever mysterious effects they may to attain the end result. Jack would clench his jaw and fists, the magic seeming to prick a nerve twenty times with every needle stroke. He would endure, though. What would seem as though hours would pass, hours seeming to grow long before all was said and done. Deep red marks resided in his palms from his fingernails, and blood it would seem was even drawn. He did not scream, nor did he cry--he simply accepted the pain and moved on. It would take a moment before the effects would kick in, the spell being woven finishing rather suddenly. A moment of doubt would pass after the woman's words, but that did not last long. He knew it would require a bit of magic from him, and with the little practice he had from odd ends of enchanting, he would funnel a small portion to his eye. The effect was startling! Suddenly the entire room would light up in a bright red, the spectrum of magic and mana becoming visible, and quite bright(In hind sight, activating that by the Mages tower wasn't the best of choices). Quickly he stopped the magic, and blinked a few times before turning to Vasha. "I do believe it works..." he would manage, still blinking.

Vasha smiles widely, her eye's glowing with the pleasure of a job well done. Picking up her tools she cleans them off and places them back in there pouch at her waist before letting her gaze settle on Jack again, "I am glad you are satisfied with my work." A small sigh runs through her body and the thought that the spell worked. Her powers were growing, they surged inside her body like a wild animal barely held in check which she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign yet. Placing her hand covered with the tattoo on his arm she gives him a serious look, "Just be careful at first while using the tattoo. You need to practice with it for awhile so you will know it's limits."

Jack would manage a smile, "I intend too. I've done my homework, after all."

Vasha makes her way to the door and calls out to Jack over her bare shoulder, "If you ever need me just leave a message for me here." Turning back to the doorway the young mages leaves to head back to her studies in the library.