RP:Plotting a Dance Routine

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Part of the How to Train your Wizard Arc



  • Satoshi, Kit-vampire, Frost Singer.





Svilfon hears an ominous noise; the howling of a wolf, the barking of a dog, the... baahing of a sheep? He looks around in confusion until he spies his new buddy. The poor goat with an identity crisis. Svil reaches into his robes and pulls out some carrots. The goat decides against eating these, and goes about nibbling on the chair Svil is sitting on.


Satoshi is doing her own nibbling, but it's certainly not on furniture. Winter-berry pies might not have as much fiber as a wooden chair but it definitely has more flavor. The kit takes flavor over health any day.


Svilfon had been eating boar legs all day. From the frigid storage room he'd take 'em, thaw 'em, then eat them raw. It was... not good... not satisfying... Life in unlife is far from easy, but damnit! - it's so much fun.


Satoshi peers up from a bite of pie, licking a violet smudge from her lips, to eye the collection of boar legbones the wizard had been gnawing. "If you crack them open, the marrow helps hold off the worst of the hunger. Thick and such, filling."


Svilfon flashes Satie a pearly fanged grin, before leaning his hand over and whispering a quiet word. One of the many bones lifts from the ground and flies into the wizard's grasp. He grabs each end at the tip, and using his knee, breaks the bone with a resounding 'crack'. He lifts up one end and begins to suck on it rather noisily. He, in a very polite move, offers Satoshi the other half a bone.


Satoshi shakes her head in equally polite refusal, explaining simply, "Fed already" before she bites down on her forkful of flaky pastry. As she chews, the kit frowns at her plate, eyes distant. She can't rightly recall how she got home last night, but she can only assume it was Kasyr or Kirien's doing, after she'd fallen asleep in Rynvale yet again in their company.


Svilfon finishes his first slurping snack before replying, "So have I." He grins, "I hope you didn't take my fluff to fat ration comment seriously." He does an admirable job of hiding his terror if she had. As he notices her far away look, the wizard falls silent. She looked tired. Again. Sleep truly is becoming a rare commodity in these troubling times.


Satoshi jerks herself out of her reverie at the sound of the wizard's remark. "Hm? Oh, no~. But I -will- pay you back for it, nonetheless." Tipping her head, she peers at Svilfon in a sideways fashion, grinning around the fork wedged between cheek and gums. "I've a reputation to keep~."


Svilfon flashes his own grin back at the frost queen, "That's what I was afraid of." He winces a touch as he remembers Kirien's comment the other day. "I do hope you don't intend to add my little Svil's to your collection."


Satoshi plucks the fork from her mouth, inspects the tines, and levels its pointed end at Svilfon as if it were a teacher's stern ruler. "Not unless you mouth off in a most insulting manner~. Otherwise, they're safe from me." The goat is eyed then, for belching out a canary's song along with a chunk of slobbery wood. Satoshi wrinkles her nose in a mingled look of disgust and amusment. "Who's he taken a shining to now, eh?"


Svilfon spends a few moments with terror written over his features, before a crooked grin forms on his lips, "I often say things before thinking them through, lady icicle. But never am I insulting... intentionally." He picks up another bone in the same manner he did the last, and within moments is sucking away on it. The goat is given an affectionate kick, "He still likes you better, lady queen." The goat 'moos' in agreement. "He just likes the taste of armchair even more." A wink is sent at the queen, and the goat, before Svil chuckles. "You have some strange citizens here, Satoshi queen. Uchiwa-man... He is..." The wizard shrugs; truly there are no words to describe that frog.


Satoshi shrugs mid-bite, replying around the mouthful of pie, "He's not one of mine. Currently." Scowling then at her own ill-manners, the kit finishes the bite before continuing, "But yes, we do have a lot of oddities up here. I figure, if no one else is willing to give them a home, I can, in exchange for their skills and loyalty. It's worked thus far~."


Svilfon was busy noisily slurping away on a broken bone, while talking through it. As she scowls at her lack of manners, he can't help but snicker; there was still some feline in her, he thinks. He casually drops half the bone on the ground before replying, "Am I one of these... oddities... lady?" The question is asked innocently enough, though the wizard doesn't begin his next bone until she would reply.


Satoshi stares pointedly at Svilfon over a berry-laden fork as if appalled by the very question. "My dear wizard..." She shakes her head, laughing softly. "You, your hat, and now your goat... thing, are the crowning pieces to the castle of oddity I've constructed here!" With that she takes another bite, grinning with delight (stop rhyming, I mean it!)


Svilfon can't help but burst out laughing, "I am glad I am appreciated, lady snow queen!" He kicks the goat again, but there is no bark of pain, at that it won't complain, for within its messed up brain, it means they're friends again.


Satoshi mulls over a particular berry for a long moment, looking almost pensive--seemingly at the wizard's words. In time, however, the magus does reply, albeit in a quiet voice that's easily lost beneath the seal-barks of the goat, "Return from your meeting with the eldermage, and you'll be appreciated a thousand times more."


Svilfon sobers quite quickly at that, even as he snickers at the seal barking goat. When it's gone back to its chair munching, and occasional otter chittering (do otters chitter?), Svil would reply. "I had meant to ask you about that, ice queen." The bone is dropped and the wizard leans forward in his chair. "I need to get a feel for this..." He looks briefly down at his body, "Before I face someone as formidable as our venerable leader." There is a hint of rage in that title, but the wizard presses through, "I wondered if perhaps you and I could face each other again. Though, now we've established our friendship, we don't have to try so hard to kill each other... It is up to you, queen of snow and ice. I understand your power is often needed of late for things more important than I." He waves his hand around, showing he means the fate of her city.


Satoshi sets her fork down with considerable enough force to produce a crack in the ceramic plate. The tabletop is stared at, fist clenched upon it, before the kit murmurs in words icy and firm, "You are coterie. You are -family-. Your fate is tied in with mine now, by our shared blood." Amber flecks shine with a determined light as she peers up at the wizard through cascades of hair. There's something positively feral about the vulpine's features in that moment, akin to a wolf guarding a den full of cubs. "We'll meet as many times as is needed to prepare you. The coterie guards its own."


Svilfon gets up and moves to where Satoshi is seated. He drops to kneel down beside her chair. "We are coterie, Satoshi queen." His voice is quiet as he speaks, her feral anger felt but firmly ignored as he speaks, "And that is a gate which opens both ways. What family would I be if I forced you into putting myself before your kingdom?" A hint of his own anger shows then; burning hot where Satoshi's is icy cold. "We are, to each other, loyal. This I know. I would not.. I will not.. weaken your position to strengthen my own... He is, after all, just one man."


Satoshi's anger wilts into something of a pout and she sulkily picks at the crack in her plate. "Just one powerful man, that I do rather respect. But still, I won't neglect my city or my coterie, not while I still have magic in my veins. You -will- be prepared to face the Eldermage, enough so that even if bested, you will return to us." Satoshi's eyes narrow then to glower at the broken kitchenware. Too much as been stolen from her already. She won't have the family Kasyr's brought to her taken away.


Svilfon grins at the snow queen, flashing gaps and fangs in equal measure. "He is one to respect alright. Forgive me, this... change causes havoc with my... coherency." He gives a helpless shrug, "We will prepare, then. So if I do lose... it was never about winning after all... I can come back to your... to my snowy home." He grins again, "Death may be a persistent bastard. Let's hope my lack of heartbeat has satisfied his insatiable need to claim me, eh?"


Satoshi toys with a clay chip she's broken away from the plate, rolling it beneath a fingertip as she smirks at the wizard's words. "Oh, Death is far from done with you. In the state we are, we're rather desirable dance partners to him, and he courts us endlessly. What you'll need to learn is where to bow out before the music stops altogether." A chuckle is voiced then, chilly and haunting as ghost laughter, and she flashes Svilfon an impish grin. The Phantomsong is ever amused by waltzes with Lord Death, it'd seem.


Svilfon leans over and steals a small piece of the left-over pie. He pops it into his mouth, before dancing back from the ice magus. "My dear queen of snow, you may be the better singer, but none in this world dance with death as well as I." He offers a bow, almost regal in its portrayal of eloquence. "It is always to my own music."


Satoshi said to Svilfon, "Between you and I, we'll create a routine not even Death can better, and most certainly not one of his drowish minions~." The smirk creeping across Satoshi's face then seems better suited to a declaration of world domination than to the plotting of helping a wizard smack an eldermage. "They'll remember the show put on by Requiem, Phantom Song, Bright Eye, and... well, we need to find you a snazzy nickname, don't we?"


Svilfon tips his hat to the queen, "Wizard suits me just fine, lady icicle." He grins then, "Let me know when you wish to face me. We will try to be more... careful.. this time. I can ill afford to be smacked around as much as last time!" He winces then as he remembers, "And one day.. when I am.. older.." A glint then in his eye, "You will have to show me how you made my body destroy itself from the inside. That... hurt." He smiles a little brighter at that, taking any notions of being unhappy about it firmly away.


Satoshi idly traces the circumference of the plate, her claw coaxing a faint keening sound from its surface. "It's simple, really. Blood and vampires are kin of the same song. Water and ice mages are kin of another song. And blood and water are kin as well. I know how to weave all their songs into one~." The notes she's gotten the plate to produce quiet as she removes her hand almost wistfully. "Perhaps I'll teach you the trick to it one day. We'll start with the first step toward that tomorrow, hmm~?"


Svilfon snorts, "Ah yes, simple." He snickers quietly, before heading back to his chair. "Tomorrow, yes." He'd tip his hat in the same motion as kicking the goat, which produces a quacking response - from the goat, not from Satoshi.. he hopes... "Though, Kasyr may have plans for us first. He seemed.. animated about his experiments. But we can see tomorrow, lady queen. Thank you." He tips his hat again, the sincerity of his last words most evident.


Satoshi's hand comes up to return the hat-tip except... there's no hat there to tip. Looking marginally disappointed, Satoshi sinks a bit further into her chair and gives a sighing laugh. "Tomorrow. Until then, rest." For the both of us goes unspoken, as the magus looks ready to doze right in her chair to the background music of a nightingale-voiced goat.


Svilfon grins at the snow queen, "You do need one." With a wave he dismisses her words, "I will remain here. You rest, lady icicle. I'll ensure you're not disturbed. Or written on." He stifles a laugh, before leaning back in his chair and resuming his earlier meal.


Satoshi flashes the wizard a questioning look but upon thinking more about it... there are some things she'd rather not know. Shrugging helplessly, the magus settles in comfortably and begins a meditation that will eventually drift into sleep.


Svilfon settles back in his own chair. To resume his quiet meal, ever was he hungry of late, and to think about what is soon to come...