wednesday afternoon; week 8; locked to dorian

[douchemag]

[Sometime Wednesday afternoon, Judar will knock on Dorian's door, holding a bundle of papers in his hand. If he's not in, he'll hang around outside until the guy shows up.]

Hey, mind if I talk to you real fast? Doesn't have to be in your room if you're worried about me trying to off you, though a magic battle could be fun later.

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[douchemag]

[Once they reach the lounge, Judar will push the stack of papers towards Dorian - they're mostly covered in magical runes and equations.]

Here. It's the schematics to a long range teleportation spell I designed back home. [He shrugs.] Obviously can't get it to fucking work here, and I'm guessing it won't be of much use to you either thanks to the whole different worlds thing and all...but it's been two months and I'm getting bored of this 'project'. I want off this ship, and I want to do it without just going along with whatever plans Ass Lice has for us.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Looking over the plans. He doesn't really understand all of the runes or the equations; a lot of it doesn't add up to him. Which makes sense; magic works differently in his world. But it's enough that he can understand.]

Interesting. I like this much better than theorizing about Alice's intentions. [He's looking more, although its hard to really unravel all of it.] You don't account for the Fade in any of your work, do you? I imagine that's by design; the magic of your world doesn't need it.

[douchemag]

[A snort.] Who gives a fuck about her intentions? If it means kidnapping us and using us as tools for some bullshit she won't explain, I don't give a single shit what she wants.

Nah, we use something called the Rukh. [But now he's looking fascinated.] Can you give me more details about the Fade? Can't really account for something I don't know anything about.