Magic Reserves & Support Services, Wednesday After Classes
"Good afternoon!"
Dolf was sounding pretty chirpy today, though whether that was a case of genuine cheer or Trying Too Hard was a case of Eye of the Beholder. "Welcome back if you have been with us before, and just welcome if you haven't. If you haven't, we're the Magic Reserves and Support Services - I'm the head of Support Services, because I don't know any magic." Yeah. "We're happy to have you all here, though. It is a new semester, so new people, and new troubles. And a lot of new introductions, too."
Let it never be said he wasn't Genre Savvy.
"So tell us about yourselves and what you can do. I'll start," he added. "I'm Dolf Wega, I'm Dutch, I speak a few languages, like German--" both the medieval and the current variety, "French, and I'm learning Italian, I know first-aid and how to make sure everyone has enough food and drink and all that. I have been Support Services leader since the start of the last semester, and I spent some time in the 13th century."
One of these things was not like the others.
Raven had had another bad dream last night, this time a shapeless, nameless feeling of terror and despair, and the hint of black circles under her eyes might indicate her troubled sleep. Otherwise, she tried to keep her face and voice pleasant and welcoming. "I am Raven," she said. "I was born in a place called Azarath, though my mother is of Earth. I am the liaison between the Magical and Support Reserves, for my gifts fall into both. I am an empath and a healer -- if you are ever hurt, I am able to take that injury into myself and heal your own body."
Tara had a slightly anxious crease in her brow as Raven spoke. It wasn't hard to see things were not right with her friend, but she wasn't sure how to ask about it. "Hi, I'm Tara Maclay," she said, after a moment, "and I'm a witch, so, uh, I'm on the Magic side of the reserves. In my world, magic is a learned skill, and the kind of magic I do makes me a Wiccan. I know locating spells, shielding, some basic work with charms, a little telekinesis ... and I work at the Magic Box on Thursdays, so come find me there if you ever want a tour of the store or anything."
Karla also sent a sharp glance Raven's way but turned back with a smile towards everyone else once it was her turn for introductions. "My name is Karla and I'm also a witch, though my powers extend to Healing as well. In my world, magic is an innate skill of my people. I am primarily a Healer--of bodies, of minds, of hearts and the land, but basic Craft lets me do lots of other things, too, like shielding and calling in and vanishing items. I've been a co-leader of the Magic Reserves since last summer."
"So now it's your turn," Dolf finished up. "And have some cookies." He was too cool for more exclamation marks. ... Or possibly a little embarrassed, it was hard to tell.
Dolf was sounding pretty chirpy today, though whether that was a case of genuine cheer or Trying Too Hard was a case of Eye of the Beholder. "Welcome back if you have been with us before, and just welcome if you haven't. If you haven't, we're the Magic Reserves and Support Services - I'm the head of Support Services, because I don't know any magic." Yeah. "We're happy to have you all here, though. It is a new semester, so new people, and new troubles. And a lot of new introductions, too."
Let it never be said he wasn't Genre Savvy.
"So tell us about yourselves and what you can do. I'll start," he added. "I'm Dolf Wega, I'm Dutch, I speak a few languages, like German--" both the medieval and the current variety, "French, and I'm learning Italian, I know first-aid and how to make sure everyone has enough food and drink and all that. I have been Support Services leader since the start of the last semester, and I spent some time in the 13th century."
One of these things was not like the others.
Raven had had another bad dream last night, this time a shapeless, nameless feeling of terror and despair, and the hint of black circles under her eyes might indicate her troubled sleep. Otherwise, she tried to keep her face and voice pleasant and welcoming. "I am Raven," she said. "I was born in a place called Azarath, though my mother is of Earth. I am the liaison between the Magical and Support Reserves, for my gifts fall into both. I am an empath and a healer -- if you are ever hurt, I am able to take that injury into myself and heal your own body."
Tara had a slightly anxious crease in her brow as Raven spoke. It wasn't hard to see things were not right with her friend, but she wasn't sure how to ask about it. "Hi, I'm Tara Maclay," she said, after a moment, "and I'm a witch, so, uh, I'm on the Magic side of the reserves. In my world, magic is a learned skill, and the kind of magic I do makes me a Wiccan. I know locating spells, shielding, some basic work with charms, a little telekinesis ... and I work at the Magic Box on Thursdays, so come find me there if you ever want a tour of the store or anything."
Karla also sent a sharp glance Raven's way but turned back with a smile towards everyone else once it was her turn for introductions. "My name is Karla and I'm also a witch, though my powers extend to Healing as well. In my world, magic is an innate skill of my people. I am primarily a Healer--of bodies, of minds, of hearts and the land, but basic Craft lets me do lots of other things, too, like shielding and calling in and vanishing items. I've been a co-leader of the Magic Reserves since last summer."
"So now it's your turn," Dolf finished up. "And have some cookies." He was too cool for more exclamation marks. ... Or possibly a little embarrassed, it was hard to tell.