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EP - Fun with fruit? (OTA)
Jun. 19th, 2017 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
st_affandskullIt hadn't taken long, all things considered, for Dorian to get bored. Certainly, being a captive was exciting for a few hours, but without any sort of villainous follow-up it became a rather basic fact. The spirit inhabiting his room hadn't put up much of a fight even if it did insist on throwing him resentful looks every so often.
It wasn't even as 'exciting' as camping in the Fereldan hinterlands had been, as he knew exactly where his next meal was coming from and was in absolutely no danger of freezing to death. Even being really warm again for the first time in months at least didn't occupy his attention the way he'd thought perhaps it would.
That being the case, it was time to start investigating travel possibilities. He'd started, early(ish) that morning by walking out into the desert to see how far it really extended before dumping him back at the Inn, as he'd heard it would do.
Some hours of walking later, he had that answer but no others. How the travel worked, how it could be taken apart, broken, repurposed, all of that remained a mystery.
In order to break something properly, you first had to understand how it worked. Therefore, that would be the first order of business: figure out how to move things the way the Inn-land border moved people.
Which was how he came to be outside with a box of overripe melons, an oddly brightly-colored hoop (likely a toy of some kind), a table dragged out from the interior, and a small stack of tacky notebooks and pens (they contained their own ink!).
The hoop he placed on the ground, then positioned a melon in the center. The melon had a crude sort of face drawn on it courtesy of the wide variety of self-contained-ink pens. At that point, he started pulling and twisting magic, not on the melon, but on the hoop. Once the magical framework on the hoop 'looked' the way he wanted it to, Dorian reached out with more commonplace magic and tried to yank the melon out of the hoop.
It exploded in a sticky orange mess as soon as it hit the hoop's border.
"Well, damn. There goes that idea." Dorian sighed and made a few more notes in one of the notebooks, already mostly filled with what looked like mathematical and geometric notations. And swear words. Lots of swear words.
It wasn't even as 'exciting' as camping in the Fereldan hinterlands had been, as he knew exactly where his next meal was coming from and was in absolutely no danger of freezing to death. Even being really warm again for the first time in months at least didn't occupy his attention the way he'd thought perhaps it would.
That being the case, it was time to start investigating travel possibilities. He'd started, early(ish) that morning by walking out into the desert to see how far it really extended before dumping him back at the Inn, as he'd heard it would do.
Some hours of walking later, he had that answer but no others. How the travel worked, how it could be taken apart, broken, repurposed, all of that remained a mystery.
In order to break something properly, you first had to understand how it worked. Therefore, that would be the first order of business: figure out how to move things the way the Inn-land border moved people.
Which was how he came to be outside with a box of overripe melons, an oddly brightly-colored hoop (likely a toy of some kind), a table dragged out from the interior, and a small stack of tacky notebooks and pens (they contained their own ink!).
The hoop he placed on the ground, then positioned a melon in the center. The melon had a crude sort of face drawn on it courtesy of the wide variety of self-contained-ink pens. At that point, he started pulling and twisting magic, not on the melon, but on the hoop. Once the magical framework on the hoop 'looked' the way he wanted it to, Dorian reached out with more commonplace magic and tried to yank the melon out of the hoop.
It exploded in a sticky orange mess as soon as it hit the hoop's border.
"Well, damn. There goes that idea." Dorian sighed and made a few more notes in one of the notebooks, already mostly filled with what looked like mathematical and geometric notations. And swear words. Lots of swear words.
