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concoursec2013-12-21 10:21 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in concoursec2013-12-21 10:21 pm
Family Meeting at Namur's
Characters: This Family ™ (Marco, Grell, Ace, Thatch, Namur, Espio, Fionna)
Location: Namur's dorm
Rating: PG-13 for potty mouths
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: They haven't had a family meeting in awhile. And also Namur wants to buy a ship.
Namur wasn't best known for his thinking, but he could smell trouble brewing. Thatch and Fionna were both working on using magic without the use of Guardian Forces- which technically didn't make them witches (he'd looked it up specifically to find out) but it was still walking close enough to the line that natives might get confused. What was really starting to bug him was the lack of higher ups being at their posts, with no word or explanation given to those who were meant to serve them loyally. And in looking up what made or did not make a sorceress, he'd found out that the Headmaster's wife used to be one years earlier. With Sol Invictus making moves and Time Compression on the fritz, it didn't take a genius to see how a few of those things could fit together in a very bad way.
It might be a little too much to convince everyone in Garden that something's coming, but maybe he could get his nakama on board. Causing panic wouldn't do any good, but neither would sitting around worrying about papers due, when they could at least be working on getting some backup plans in place. Garden's full of fighters, an army unto itself, true. But it'd been floundering lately, making unpopular moves and more enemies than friends. Namur wanted somewhere to fall back to, in case Garden ceased to be an option.
Namur stacked his piles of CDs into a neat tower against the side of his boombox, opening up space to line the counter with drinks as promised. Whatever food people brought could be put on the coffee table, which he cleared of its usual mess of half-graded papers and drawings. There weren't quite enough seats for everybody either, so he pulled out a few blankets from his bedroom and folded them up to make cushions. Good enough. All that he needed was for people to show up.
Location: Namur's dorm
Rating: PG-13 for potty mouths
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: They haven't had a family meeting in awhile. And also Namur wants to buy a ship.
Namur wasn't best known for his thinking, but he could smell trouble brewing. Thatch and Fionna were both working on using magic without the use of Guardian Forces- which technically didn't make them witches (he'd looked it up specifically to find out) but it was still walking close enough to the line that natives might get confused. What was really starting to bug him was the lack of higher ups being at their posts, with no word or explanation given to those who were meant to serve them loyally. And in looking up what made or did not make a sorceress, he'd found out that the Headmaster's wife used to be one years earlier. With Sol Invictus making moves and Time Compression on the fritz, it didn't take a genius to see how a few of those things could fit together in a very bad way.
It might be a little too much to convince everyone in Garden that something's coming, but maybe he could get his nakama on board. Causing panic wouldn't do any good, but neither would sitting around worrying about papers due, when they could at least be working on getting some backup plans in place. Garden's full of fighters, an army unto itself, true. But it'd been floundering lately, making unpopular moves and more enemies than friends. Namur wanted somewhere to fall back to, in case Garden ceased to be an option.
Namur stacked his piles of CDs into a neat tower against the side of his boombox, opening up space to line the counter with drinks as promised. Whatever food people brought could be put on the coffee table, which he cleared of its usual mess of half-graded papers and drawings. There weren't quite enough seats for everybody either, so he pulled out a few blankets from his bedroom and folded them up to make cushions. Good enough. All that he needed was for people to show up.
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She rubbed her neck. "But, uh, I don't know how that would work either."