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So.

[ it is a public message, to the network, that pops up on the circle's watches and roy looks Less Than Pleased (tm) with the sudden state of affairs. the weather in the temple is absolutely out of control, there are apparently weird cakes appearing in the kitchens, and the fighting ring has turned into a magical court. great.

so, that may be the reason why roy's tone is particularly clipped, or even frustrated. but he seems methodical, in his words, and he is sitting at a table with a notebook, a glass of water, and a weird looking lizard on the table that has an odd rainbow-shift to the scales.

( ignore the lizard. it seems roy is. ) ]

The Circle is currently compromised of people of a variety of talents; soldiers, magicians, teenagers . . . all of us have particular skills to contribute to the cause of whatever it is we're meant to do here. I know quite a few people [ like maes, and barabas ] have been keeping track of various magical powers that we have been gifted, and organized some semblance of structure -- all of which is necessary. But we have to acknowledge what happened to Akvos.

[ he pauses, there. ]

Astoria has not been entirely clear with the Circle on what our purpose is. That may be an innocent error, or a purposeful move to win our trust. I'm not here to argue the merits of whether or not we should trust her, but we have no choice but to participate in whatever world she sends us to. Whether we like it or not, we are stuck there until she brings us back, and we have some opportunity to assist whoever is there. We cannot depend on her to figure out what to do in order to prevent another Akvos, or -- it seems, another El Minha, given King Kathashun is no longer in his own world.

[ roy taps the pen against the table once. ]

I don't have any solution as to what we did right, or wrong, or whether or not it was our fault in the first place. But I want to begin the conversation to work to prevent it again, and seeing as Astoria is either not willing or not capable of explaining herself at the moment, we need to learn to work without her. What are we missing? What do we need to work on? And what can we do in order to be more organized before our next world?

[ and, finally, roy feeds the lizard one (1) piece of lettuce, which it lazily seems to chew on. ]

I'm of a mind we need to organize fighters, healers, and transporters, but I'm open to ideas and suggestions -- and questions, about previous worlds to those who were not there to experience them. I have been to El Minha, Struxta, and Akvos. And I'm certain "older" members of the Circle will be happy to share their experiences, too.

( filtered to maes + riza )

[ almost immediately, his expression turns from serious and leaderlike to tired. ]

Who wants to keep notes?

[ PLEASE DON'T MAKE HIM DO IT :( ]

( end filter )

( ooc: please feel free to threadjack in this post! especially if you want to use this to foster CR and/or build "teams" that roy is looking to enlist. c: )

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Perhaps you should ask if they do enjoy it. I know I enjoy concocting new poultices...

[A shrug.] And before you ask, notetaking is not my "division" either.

[So before he asks her to take notes... he should probably consider if he wants bird poop on his pillow one night.]

I know at least one does.

[ it's literally hughes' passion in life to research. but hawkeye, he's not entirely sure, but she's so used to it and predicts everything he is about to say before he says it that her experience is invaluable, so. ]

And I would never dream of asking you to take up such a menial task that would detract from your otherwise busy schedule.

[She's gonna keep mum on the fact she's a magical researcher and preservationist for as long as inhumanly possible. Especially after this conversation. (Until she adds herself to the list, but she'll still be a brat about it.)]

Well, that is good at least. T'would be most unfortunate if neither did.

[She gestures at the tubes and containers. Yes, it truly would be a shame.]

Surround yourself with people more talented than yourself, and you'll be successful.

[ read: find people willing to tolerate your flaws. but! he does take notice of the tubes and containers, arching his eyebrows slightly. ]

You have been busy.

[She scoffs at that.] Perhaps in other fields.

[Message received loud and clear. Even if she's still not quite what to make of free advice. She offers a shrug in return.]

I imagine most have been, in their own ways. Mine just tend towards the more... practical.

Your talents did assist in Akvos, regardless of what the outcome was. It's a worthy talent, and skill, to have and to share.

[ healing draughts are something of a magical bullshit mystery to him, but roy can't deny morrigan's helpfulness. ]

Are you capable of teaching other people how to do that?

[Under normal circumstances, she's be thrilled to see her talents recognized. Now, though? It is muted, but still there in her gaze.]

Were any of a mind to learn, certainly. Though I won't sugarcoat that our current... weather difficulties have damaged some plants necessary for the basics.

[She frowns. Why this.]

[ . . . ah, right. plants tend to die in such wild weather. still: ]

I'm sure the weather will calm eventually. The Temple tends to return to status quo more often than not.

[ he pauses. ]

People would learn, if you offered. It would be a way to help people without healing magic, or other powers granted by Astoria, on the off-chance we can no longer rely on her presence.

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

[This would be the perfect time for a menopause joke, but she keeps her mouth shut. For now. However, she is thinking about it.]

To do so would require a steady supply of herbs that can be cultivated for use.

[When she lived in a swamp, this was a nonissue. Here? She's relying on what she finds in the kitchens or the forest and taking only what she needs. ~~never trust the fey~~]

Then it sounds like you need a gardening club, Ms. Morrigan.

[ GET TO IT, MISSY. ]

I'm sure a lot of the more energetic and bored youth will be more than happy to assist you in digging holes and planting seeds.

Perhaps once the state of the temple reverts to some semblance of normalcy.

[Oh, honey, if only you knew... Morrigan raises an eyebrow.]

Clearly you haven't met many recently.

Of course I have.

[ put the teenagers to work, morrigan. ]

They're very excited and eager to help, no matter what the job. Put them to work, and they'll be happier for it.

Uh-huh...

[Her eyes narrow slightly. Mustang... she is one of those teenagers.]

'Twould be good to have a location first. [And given the (current and momentary) cold snap, she gestures at her clothing. Not the best to be going out in.]

[ which is exactly why morrigan is the right woman for the job. ]

Ah, the weather should clear up soon.

[ as if roy. . . can control that. ]

The last time the weather changed severely here, it downpoured for days and then it was right back to being blissfully serene and perfect. Maybe we can build you a greenhouse in the interim.

[ he's half joking. ]

[a r g h]

Yes. And having witnessed our collective luck, it shall instead settle on something utterly mad.

[Like whatever existed in her dead mother's head. Oh, right.] I shall scout locations later.

[Potion brewing what she has first.]

It can't get worse than being underwater for three months.

[ snow is welcome, at this point.

And it's appreciated.

[ amused enough. ]

Let me know what you find.

Three months in the mountains, trying to find the ashes of a dead madwoman because some fools believed they had healing properties without thinking literally anything could if one believed it. A dragon cult was involved.

[Fuck snow. Fuck cults. ~~Fuck this, fuck that, fuck this thing in particular.~~]

Oh, I will.

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I would take the dragon cult over being trapped underwater any day of the week.

[ without missing a beat; if he can make it to the northern wall in amestris and survive, he can handle a dragon cult. anything is better than being trapped underwater with no way out. ]

And it's appreciated.

You dislike water that much?

[Granted, so does she. But you try going into snowy mountains in this outfit, Roy. Noooo thanks.

She waves the other part off.]

I don't dislike it as a concept, but I hate being cold and wet. I can wear a coat to ward off snow, but being doused in water has something of a different feeling to it.

[ read: he hates it. ]

I'm much more of a warm weather person, if I truly had my choice, but picking between being underwater and a mountain, I would choose the mountain.

So, you dislike it. [A shark-like grin.] You could have just answered it with a "yes", you know.

It usually requires a longer answer than that, but yes -- I dislike it.

[ water sucks, morrigan. ]

Understandable. I grew up in a swamp, so I have grown accustomed to it.

[bitch u try washing ur hair in swamp water.]

[ gross. ]

Apparently.

[ he doesn't say where he grew up, mostly because "a city" is sort of an amorphous term, given where everyone else seems to be from. all the same! ]

I have to admit that I've never considered living in a swamp, so I'll have to rely on you for expertise, should we wind up in a marsh somewhere in the next world.

[super gross.]

Pray to whatever god you choose that we do not. If I never see another it will be too soon.

[She has so many other sights to see. Fuck swamps. (She'll say until the day she really, really wants to run with the wolves again.)]

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