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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[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.