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Ember found it hard to contain his beaming smiles. She really *WAS* a young hottie.

"Be careful now dahling-- take it slow, but by all means, DO enjoy yourself from now on..."

Suddenly, a brassy "--This is utterly UNACCEPTABLE!--" made it in through the closed door, and ember's smile turned to a rosebud tight circle of a pouty frown, bristling with consternation. He KNEW the kind of ... 'gentleman'.. that produced such tones and utterances.

And he did not like it one bit.

Vivian seemed to pick up on the sudden change, and listened intently at the door.

---"I want to speak to the captain IMMEDIATELY! This will NOT go unaddressed!"
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-------"You are mad if you think I'd ever step foot on this horrid piece of wood again! A 'discount' will absolutely NOT do! I demand FULL reimbursement of my ticket, in addition to a formal apology!"

Ember's lips flattened only somewhat into a tight line as his eyes became a bit fiery. Vivian's opened up like pieplates in stunned horror.

"A truly dreadful man, wouldn't you say dahling?" ember muttered irritably. The girl's eyes just met his in stunned silence.

In a flash, the frumpy, irritable expression on his face gave way to a wicked smile and sparkling eyes.

"Hmmm.... Would you like a demonstration in some truly Advanced use of the art, dahling?"

He leaned in with a naughty air.

"We could teach that man a much needed lesson in humility."

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Oh dear...

@Zim0cron

I need to confer with you concerning how ... best to proceed, given the expedited and profound delivery of Landon's obvious 'tiny shriveled penis' status. Specifically, i realize it is entirely too soon for ember to jump straight to suggesting slutsuits, and promoting his brand of feminism, butbwith such toxic masculinity and pompous assedness on full display? I fail to see how ember can overlook it.

We need to make this work.

Maybe if vivian makes a shocked, but innocent statement about his uncouth behavior, ember might suggest teaching him a lesson in humility? We could probably make that work.

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"Isn't it obvious, dahling?" Asked Ember, almost shocked.

"SURELY you don't think people half the world away somehow mysteriously comply with the same dreary conventions we endure over HERE dahling?"

He folded his hand demurely in his lap as he sat down gracefully in the free chair in the room.

"Dahling, every culture has magic to one extent or another-- assuming they have sensitives that is-- over time, practice of the art gets colored by the culture's unique views and beliefs, and the magic in turn colors the culture. Its like 'the chicken and the egg' dahling. Very OLD cultures tend to think thier magic is superior, by virtue of being older-- but magic itself is older than any of us dahling. Nobody has a monopoly on understanding it, not even me."

That same coy smile graced his face once more.

"HILARIOUSLY dahling, that desire to prove that 'their' way is 'the correct' way is precisely why they hold the symposia dear. At fairly regular intervals, the university hosts guest speakers and demonstrators from the more prominent groups and regions, and they have dreary, dreadful arguments about it. Of course, I drew my own conclusions-- what was consistently the same dahling? What was universal about magic as an artform? 'INTENT' is always present dahling."

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A warm smile blossomed on Ember's face.

"ABSOLUTELY dahling!" he cooed.

"When confronted with obstacles like this, it is important to understand that the INTENT is what really matters, not the mechanics of the method."

he pulled out his wand, and gently swished it.

"For instance, I can do that bit of magic without any words at all--- Consider for instance, what the words MEAN dahling. 'Lux' is just some old stuffy word for 'to shine', and 'Solis' is simmilarly old and stuffy, and just means 'Sun', or 'like the sun'. Taken together, the incantation literally is just saying "shine like the sun". It is an announcement of intent dahling. The announcement is just a medium-- a conduit through which to direct the magic, and the words spoken, are just a reflection of the conscious intent. So, if you can properly feel the magic, and guide it, even just a little-- all on your own? All you need to do, is infuse it with that intent, and---"

with a slight flick, the room became filled with an ambient level of lighting as if they were sitting in the full sun up on deck.

"--The whole world's your oyster, dear.."

Ember put the wand away up his long sleeve, then continued.

"Now then-- In terms of the incantation itself-- Many students consider the words themselves to hold significance, above and beyond the superficial. This can twist and alter the magic they are trying to use, and often lends a unique kind of.. Oh, I dont know... "signature?" to it. In terms of actual merit though dahling, the language you use is immaterial. If you have problems with the the pronunciation, just use a different language! The intent is the same either way! Personally, I like my way better."

He leaned in with a coy smile.

"However, those stuffy old buzzards at the university are sticklers. So hung-up on their sentimentalities they refuse to recognize these simple truths some times. I think it's because some of them were around when people still used that stuffy old language dahling."

he chirped with a giggle.

Ember was quite pleased with himself. He held in the more elaborate, complicated, and difficult explanation-- that magic had a kind of panache of its own, when it came to that intent. This was precisely the reason why magic that granted wishes, almost always soured those wishes. For simple things, like producing light, or making fires start, it was hard for that intent to get perverted-- but for more complicated things, the intent had to be focused much more precisely-- very exact processes had to be envisioned, initiated, and guided. This became especially true, the more sophisticated the magic became. But for this young girl, this early lesson in magic would be of great use, and the more complete answer, would only be a stumbling block that would cause her to second-guess herself.

He found himself wanting the trip to last longer, so he could help her through on her journey to these realizations herself, but he knew it was not to be. He would be at his destination in just under a week, and that was hardly enough time for this kind of thing. Still, these helpful little explanations could do a world of wonders when one is just starting to learn. Hell, even just having somebody who seems to actually CARE could do that too.

He intended to do both. It would bring him a great deal of pleasure to see her skills and confidence improve during this trip.

"Now-- You might be asking yourself-- 'If the intent is what REALLY matters-- why does the spell fail when I misspeak it?' The answer dahling-- is just as simple, and perfectly in line with the explanation-- You KNOW you misspoke it, and thus, the magic fails!"

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Ember excels in the magical manipulation of energy and matter. This lends an intrinsic affinity for illusions, which are just magically manipulated light through various means.

This permits him to perform "reasonable processes" with physical substances, which would include things like creating fire, freezing water, etc-- but also with more complicated processes. He does not and cannot for instance, transform lead into gold. He can, however, turn rust back into iron, and vise-versa.

Specifically, he specializes in the manipulation of non-living substances. (He is not suited for doing any kind of magical restoration or curative work.)

In addition to being a master of material manipulation, he has a sub specialty in magical compulsions. (with emphasis on geas type magic centering on seduction.)

He is proficient in other forms of magic, but it is not his preferred avenue of magical discipline. He "Can" perform incantation, but it is not something he particularly likes doing. (In fact, he dislikes it.)

He is an evoker type sorcerer, and has a direct affinity for magic itself. For him, using magic is a bit like splashing in a pool. If you pay attention you can feel the water swirl and swish with the blowing of the wind. In a similar way, if you stop flailing about, and feel gently, you can feel the ripples and eddies of magic being used around you.

Again, much like splashing in a pool, you can make small waves and splashes with just your arms, but to REALLY make a splash, you need something to stir the water up with. For that purpose, he requires an object to do the stirring. Such an object needs to be of strong emotional/sentimental value, and deeply connected with the practitioner, in order to be used as a conduit for the needed intent. It functions both like a lighting rod, and as a firehose, so to speak. Depending on the degree of emotional attachment, and the materials from which it is fashioned, such objects may permit either only a small to modest increase in the ability to stir up the magic permeating everything-- or knock down buildings with it.

The one Ember is carrying is a momento from his college days. A friend got it for him as a gag gift (It is shaped like the "Pansexual symbol", where the closed part of the "P" is the handle guard), but it actually suited him (being over the top, garish, and whimsical), and to his (and his friend's) great surprise, it "actually works". It is not particularly powerful, but it is more than adequate for everyday, ordinary use. As a bit of whimsy, he brought it with him for his vacation, rather than bringing something more powerful. He jokes that the P, stands for "Pretty, Proud, and Powerful"

It is composed of rather cheap, gimmicky materials, (potmetal and rhinestones) and thus cannot handle strong magical forces being channeled through it, but it DOES have a very strong sentimental connection. For anyone else, the wand probably would hinder, rather than improve, magical practice. This very fact, is ironically, one of the reasons it serves him so well-- He made it a point to use it, for the pure whimsy and audaciousness it conveyed his entire senior year, to the consternation of his instructors. (a memory he greatly cherishes)

In terms of raw ability, ember is a prodigy. However, his preferred means of using magic-- directly, in such a fashion-- greatly limits his abilities without proper tools.

With proper tools, he could pretty effortlessly destroy the entire ship on a whim.

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'Oh, Forgive me dahling!' cooed ember with excitement as he made a coy little bob with his hips, and a gesticulation of his wrists over his shoulders, before stifling his excitement, and making a short bob of a curtsy while continuing.

"I'm Ember--"

he straightened, and then gestured at his lovely sleek black dress, hair and makeup

"--And I do fashion, dahling-- But don't be deceived-- I'm actually quite skilled as a magician. May I come in?"

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I almost forgot that we got the power of a sassy gay pyromancer on the team, my relief is tremendous as well as our fashion choices once we get riggity riggity ship rekt. I bet Ember can make seaweed look good :D

@Dark Cloud

Ember would transmute the seaweed into something that looks good, but close enough. :)

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Adjusting his bodice, and calming himself in a well practiced routine, Ember discretely unlocked the door, then peeked outside.

The filthy pervert appeared to be 'napping' against the wall, like some common gutter trash street urchin. How revolting-- the filthy cur lingering so around the scene of the crime!

and just like that, the fury blossomed in his cheeks again as tiny speckles of fire flittered about him before he restrained himself once more.

With a purposeful gesture, he waved his wand at the door, causing it to lock up tight behind him, then intensely strode in the opposing direction. There was a cacophony of blaring trumpets and a loud, obnoxious sounding voice from above-deck, but he was too irate to care to investigate.

Storming past the other cabins, he stopped mid-stride, as he detected 'unsteady' and poorly controlled magic emminating from one of the rooms. Discretely, he craned his head to one side and listened intently.

There was a quiet, adorably lispy voice trying very earnestly to pronounce a verbal incantation that made entirely excessive use of a strongly voiced "S" consonant, which she was having great difficulty with. Ember was familiar with the spell; it produced a nice ambient glow of magically simulated sunlight. "Lux Solis". The practitioner was having a particularly difficult time with both the X in Lux, and the S in Solis, the slight lisp in the clearly young female voice causing all manner of mispronunciation, and making the spell fire incorrectly, over and over again.

It brought him back to his early university days. While not the "Preferred" torture test for incantation study testing, he could see how the praxagraphical department head could torture this poor child with it. His heart had a momentary pang of sympathy, and without realizing it, he found himself knocking on the door.

Abruptly, the repeatedly failed incantations stopped, and a timid "Who's there?!" came from within.

He felt particularly wounded by the sound of the frightened voice, especially given the... very unpleasant... experience he had just endured himself just moments before, however, he became more emboldened by the notion that this clearly vulnerable young magician might fall prey to such an advanced prowler-- a thing he most assuredly wished to prevent.

"I apologize for the intrusion love, but do you need assistance? I can perhaps, show you a different way to work that magic dahling-- If you're interested?"

The magic was not particularly complicated, but was more abstract in its workings (Despite the 'highly literal' verbal component), and less direct in its mode of operation like most other rudimentary skills were. The selection suggested a student with a penchant for more difficult subject matter, and that enticed Ember. He DID so love young hotties.

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You mean Lord "Tiny Shriveled Penis"? Dont worry, Ember will make a mockery of him in due time. :)

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Ember looked around the room with a pout.

He had been so happy working on that dress, and now it was like somebody had let all the air out. How had that man gotten in?

Ember gripped the handle of his wand in a mix of agitation, fury, and morose anxiety, then started waving it around the room, looking for how he had gotten in. He wasn't sure what he was looking for exactly-- it could have been anything. A secret door to let dirty perverts like him in maybe? Perhaps some other way? Regardless, the hair on the back of his neck bristled as he traipsed over the gossamer fibers scattered about from the errant magic just moments earlier, checking for drafts, errant magic, anything.

Then he noted the odd after-wash of magic he was not entirely familiar with. 2 vertical bars of it, in fact, following the wall, and up to a "sposh" on the ceiling.

"So THAT's how that pervert got in!" he fumed.

Well, he wouldn't have it. Furiously, he began weaving wards all over the walls, floors, the ceiling and the door.

"The captain is sure to hear about this, you had better believe it beloved-- Oh, the CHEEK! But he won't get in here again, that's for damned sure! Thank goodness we were still dressed!"

He would have to perform this ritual pretty much daily from now on, and it irritated him to no end that a passenger could NOT be secure in their cabin without such onerous obligations, but apparently some people just dont comprehend the notion of privacy. With worry, the realization that the dirty peep had been able to pull off a very complicated bit of magic settled in, along with the realization of needing to cast wards before bed every night. 'Filthy perverts..' he muttered angrily. He would need to find some way to discretely warn the noble woman and anyone else sleeping in cabins about the intrusion, and the need for greater security it required.

Completing the task, he set about cleaning up the gossamer fibers strewn about the room, skillfully amending them to the frame, still hanging limply in the air where he had left it, before deciding it was time to take a break. The creative mood had completely left him, and it would take time for it to return. Oh, how furious he was!

Gently, he guided the unfinished frame to the empty bed and laid it out like a craftsman would lay a project on a table, before adjusting his hair and gown uneasily, then heading for the door.

He hoped that ... MAN ... was no longer out there still.