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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 6:20 pm
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Alright, so Horace had mostly figured out that sometimes he went into an alternate Ashdown (with less people, so honestly, it was perfect for him). And also that this had something to do with the people who were predisposed to being magical. So, that meant logically he was magical, too, right? His logical was undeniable; sadly, he smirked at his own mental use of a movie quote. He was getting used to being alone and here, he didn't typically have to worry about meeting people.
This was the reason he'd picked a relatively clear lot and was trying to summon the magic from inside himself. Frankly, Horace had no idea how it all worked, but he dropped into a low horse stance and held out his hands.
"Haaaadouken!" he yelled loudly, hoping something would happen. Hmm, maybe his hand positioning was wrong.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 5:47 pm
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Shiloh knew Otherworld pretty well by this point, and he had little issues traversing it. Othercreatures left him alone for the most part (aside from the occasional tiff with Beel) and he usually didn't run into anyone from Ashdown. Even so, running into them at least meant another face he could eventually associate with trust.
Today? He found himself watching the actions of another man—someone who didn't look terribly older than he was—as he tried to... do some weird sort of dragon ball z s**t? Shiloh didn't know, he didn't keep up with television shows or animes. Anyway, it had been going on a solid five minutes now, and he decided to finally step in.
"Ain't it like," He spoke in a slow drawl as he approached Horace, "Kame-hahme-haaaa?" He stressed every syllable in a way that he really obviously hadn't seen the show outside of memes; not to mention the fact that he was clear off of the mark in the first place.
"Anyway, whatever you're doin' ain't really workin' too swell." Thanks, captain obvious.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 8:14 pm
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"Oh. The spiky haired guy? Monkey tail?" This was the extent of his dragon ball z knowledge. He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, because it honestly wasn't to him particularly. He was not a wealth of pop culture, and had little intentions of ever becoming one.
"But yeah I mean, generally. This is Otherworld." He scuffed the ground with his shoe, not really wanting to explain, but finding his duty as a noble to do it anyway, "Or Other Ashdown. Some people don't like Otherworld too much." He looked up at the sky and the notable absence of rain.
With a little bit of thought and urging, he produced a small bud on the pavement. He coaxed it with a fluid motion of his hand, and the bud bloomed—a small sprout burst forth—and it climbed into the sky like a beanstalk. Maybe it was a beanstalk. Shiloh wasn't sure. A dainty little flower popped out at the top regardless of what the ******** it was.
"You can basically do whatever you set your mind to here." He explained dully, "Magic is all about intent—it sounds easy 'n all, but it's hard to grasp. Took me a while. Still don't got it completely." He shrugged, "Just gotta practice. The ******** you even trying to do?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 5:09 pm
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"Yeah, it's kinda complicated." Shiloh scratched the back of his head. "Like, she basically never even existed in the first place now I guess?" He shrugged again awkwardly, if not nonchalantly.
"Anyway, nothing anyone can really do about it now." Shiloh sighed, but went on without a beat, "Plants are sorta my specialty? I didn't pick 'em but they're neat." He looked down at his hands as he wiggled his fingers, "Oh! I guess I can do this too—" he cupped his hands and produced a brilliant (if not useless) ball of light. It floated up and orbited around him like the sun. "My best friend can shapeshift, but I dunno if that's taught so well as it is contracted. And I know some old farts that are neck deep in this s**t if you want their numbers." His eyes glimmered, "Otherwise I'm all you really got, bud."
He hesitated for a moment before throwing a hand out.
"Shiloh Beaumont, by the way." He was rather blithe about the whole thing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 11:17 am
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"Long story, but you prolly don't got anything to worry about." That was Shiloh's new problem, he thought as he wheezed, "Anyway, shapeshifting is totally cool. Some of them are foxes and wolves and s**t? My boyfriend's a rabbit." He seemed immensely proud of this fact, to the point where he had to share it.
"But cool, cool, I'll write them down later." He shook his hand, jumping at the static shock that greeted him, but writing it off. He let go, snapped his fingers, the light fizzled out. "Anyway it's like, magic, alright." He took a deep breath, "Like I said, it's all about intent and belief. You gotta like, will it to be real. I think that's why Heliodora used pop culture with her spell casting? It gave it a base in reality or somethin'." He scratched his head, but then crouched down on the pavement.
With a little bit of concentration, another tiny bud popped out of the ground.
"So like, try and focus on this. Try and imagine what it'll look like when it blooms—be like alright little buddy, you're gonna be SUCH a kickass flower." He wiggled his fingers, "Picture it and will it to grow. But uh, try not to give yourself a headache. It prolly won't happen immediately and casting is a lot more exhausting than it seems."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 12:41 pm
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He snorted. "Ok, don't hate me for saying this, but he's the rabbit and you're the-" His lips quirked up and he gestured to the withered plant. "The rabbit food." Horace was suitably distracted from the silly joke by Shiloh effectively utilizing a variation of 'clap on, clap off' to make his light dissipate. Pretty neat.
"Willing things to be real seems kind of, I dunno, like if it were that easy, why can't I fly kind of thing." But he dutifully crouched down and stared at the flower. Really hard, squinting his eyes. Horace imagined the flower opening, all yellow and sunny. C'mon, he thought, ******** do the thing. After a few minutes, he blinked and shook his head before resuming staring at the flower. Nothing was happening.
Fed up with it, he jabbed his finger at the flower. "Grow!" A spark of electricity leapt from the tip of his finger, singeing one of the leaves. "Uh... oops."
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