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Current I read that as "a job and two girlfriends"
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Don't worry, you'll cry more in the third one
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1 day ago
of course, making a reputation of bitching about your partners in the status bar probably won't have many new ones flocking to you either
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Moping in the status bar is an excellent first step
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What if we skipped to further along in their training?

Aaron shared Maddie’s laugh, shaking his head at her nigh-unbelievable story. “Your old professors didn’t find out, did they?” he joked, giving her a sly look. It would be a miracle for a practice like juggling flaming knives to get a pass if anyone working for a Sinnenodel-run institution caught wind of it.

He just caught the end of something Lilie said when he looked up, catching her look. He followed her gesture to the couch, eyes trailing back up her arm to the elegant drape of the sleeve of her dress and her maddeningly tempting smile. But while he’d have loved nothing more than to take the seat next to her and spend his next few free moments extolling the virtues of her performance, he couldn’t; it was bad form for attendants to sit down during an event, and even more so when he was the only one around to press the buttons and pull the strings.

Before he had the chance to voice as much, he was subjected to Salem, launching into a soliloquy consisting of some lame attempt at a psych evaluation and a poor understanding of the role of noble mages at gatherings. His owning family’s rationale was certainly showing; Count Julian must not have gotten to parties with him yet. Of course, that much was clear from the fact he was sitting down—if Count Julian saw him sitting while his master was just feet away in the other room, he’d make sure he couldn’t sit again for a week.

Giving Lilie an apologetic smile, he looked between her and Salem, shrugging. “You’re close,” he offered, though it was hard to tell if he was addressing the room as a whole or Salem in particular. “I can’t speak for wealthy civilian gatherings, but the role of mages at noble events is a little more involved. Usually, the host’s servants would run everything behind the scenes and the attendees would bring a show mage or two. Their job would be to socialize, charm, and generally steer every possible situation in their master’s favour whether they’re at their side or not. It’s a fair sight more demanding than being ‘seen and not heard,’ but believe me, some mages live for it.”

He placed a reassuring hand on Lilie’s shoulder, hoping to ease her discomfort. “Take it as a blessing. Instead of playing politics tonight, you guys get to leave the dancing to the vampires and relax. It’s not often mages in our position get the chance to do nothing.”
All the mages

Aaron shared Maddie’s laugh, shaking his head at her nigh-unbelievable story. “Your old professors didn’t find out, did they?” he joked, giving her a sly look. It would be a miracle for a practice like juggling flaming knives to get a pass if anyone working for a Sinnenodel-run institution caught wind of it.

He just caught the end of something Lilie said when he looked up, catching her look. He followed her gesture to the couch, eyes trailing back up her arm to the elegant drape of the sleeve of her dress and her maddeningly tempting smile. But while he’d have loved nothing more than to take the seat next to her and spend his next few free moments extolling the virtues of her performance, he couldn’t; it was bad form for attendants to sit down during an event, and even more so when he was the only one around to press the buttons and pull the strings.

Before he had the chance to voice as much, he was subjected to Salem, launching into a soliloquy consisting of some lame attempt at a psych evaluation and a poor understanding of the role of noble mages at gatherings. His owning family’s rationale was certainly showing; Count Julian must not have gotten to parties with him yet. Of course, that much was clear from the fact he was sitting down—if Count Julian saw him sitting while his master was just feet away in the other room, he’d make sure he couldn’t sit again for a week.

Giving Lilie an apologetic smile, he looked between her and Salem, shrugging. “You’re close,” he offered, though it was hard to tell if he was addressing the room as a whole or Salem in particular. “I can’t speak for wealthy civilian gatherings, but the role of mages at noble events is a little more involved. Usually, the host’s servants would run everything behind the scenes and the attendees would bring a show mage or two. Their job would be to socialize, charm, and generally steer every possible situation in their master’s favour whether they’re at their side or not. It’s a fair sight more demanding than being ‘seen and not heard,’ but believe me, some mages live for it.”

He placed a reassuring hand on Lilie’s shoulder, hoping to ease her discomfort. “Take it as a blessing. Instead of playing politics tonight, you guys get to leave the dancing to the vampires and relax. It’s not often mages in our position get the chance to do nothing.”
All the mages
Aw man and here I came in expecting a revival
I'll stick around!

With the parlor served and Varis… looking almost a little too happy, the busiest part of the evening was over, and Aaron had a little more room to breathe. Disengaging seamlessly from any attention he might have drawn from any of the guests, he disappeared quietly from the parlor, leaving the vampires to do their drinking (and probably, catfighting) in peace while he slipped back into the kitchen. Maddie’s blood was next, so with a few minutes to spare he took care to label and prepare her bottle in advance, ensuring everything was perfect before he finally rejoined the mages in the living room.

It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to sit, so he took up a spot behind the couch; a deliberate choice, given it gave him a line of sight to the balcony as well as the hallway. His eyes flicked over to the windows before he settled, a habit he’d adopted after Malek’s jarring visit, peering out cautiously into the darkness. But, as always, there was nothing there; the hallway was clear too, bearing nothing but the distant thrum of vampiric conversation. Good; for the moment, Aaron could relax.

Flicking out his wrist to check his watch one more time, he looked around at the gathered mages. “Well done everyone, the vampires seemed pleased,” he congratulated them, mostly sincerely, and in a tone just loud enough for the room to hear him without alerting the vampires down the hall. “That’s the hard part out of the way now, so you’re free to sit back and enjoy yourselves.”

Lilie was talking to Max and he wasn't quite prepared for a conversation with Salem, so he turned his attention to Maddie. “I must admit, when you said your skill was ‘niche’ I wasn’t expecting that, he joked good-naturedly. “Was that also a remnant of your aspiring TCL days?”
Title hurts me

The Hall of Prophecy, nothing but vanity? Radaam had to wonder if Magus Dagon was alone in that opinion. He could appreciate the ideal of humility - he too was of the opinion that achievement was best enjoyed quietly, in private - but surely such monumental contributions to Photep deserved some recognition. Even if just to serve as encouragement for the lower rungs of Sorcerers, great feats of the past were important beacons for the future. Radaam assumed they served the same purpose as the legends and stories passed around the Chenzira; tales of men scaling cliffs to confer with eagles or soldiers as swift as horses alerting camps of invading threats drove his people to lay just a few more bricks or walk just a few more miles before allowing themselves to rest. Maybe the scale of self-congratulation in the Hall of Prophecy was excessive, but surely it wouldn't do for those milestones to be relegated to dusty tomes and forgotten.

But maybe he shouldn't be so quick to judge. Magus Dagon had the wisdom of experience behind him; Radaam didn't believe that he'd make his judgements without good reason. That wisdom was on full display as the Magus launched into a speech, words of encouragement mingling with words of warning for the nervous and arrogant alike. But there was one line that stuck in Radaam’s head:

“If at any time you feel that you cannot bear the responsibility, or you are not up to the task, you are free to hang up your white cloak and carry on your life in some other profession.”

Radaam was ashamed to admit that the prospect of hanging up his cloak and walking back out into the sunlight was sorely tempting. Despite the Magus’ efforts to be welcoming, with every passing moment in the pyramid, he could feel its weight pressing down on him, a burden of history and significance he didn't feel quite worthy to bear. But how could he just get up and walk away? He couldn't imagine the Khenetai would look twice at a man who was given one of Photep’s greatest opportunities and squandered it; how could he commit to uphold the Crimson King’s peace if he rejected his favoured order? Once more he reminded himself what an honour it was to even lay eyes on the inside of this pyramid, looking down at the book the Magus had given him. Radaam had no idea what such a thing must have cost; he'd spent his days at Udebtekhat writing his notes in charcoal on whatever scraps of papyrus he could get his hands on, haphazardly sewn together with twine. This book, on the other hand, looked almost too pristine to deface, and Radaam wasn't sure what he could come up with that would be worthy of taking up its pages.

Khaemtir’s nudge brought him out of his reverie, and while his new friend’s levity seemed a little out of place in the face of such a monumental commitment, Radaam could appreciate the sentiment behind it. He echoed as much, placing his hands resolutely on his knees and nodding through the jitter in his stomach.

“I won't waste this opportunity, Magus,” he stated, deep voice firm but otherwise unreadable. “I'm sure I speak for all three of us when I say we’re eager to begin.”

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