Closed Magic Party! (Iggy)

[Rayage]

Fall 45 512 AV

Iggy starts first below!

[Ignotus Everto]

Sahova, Sahova, my heart pines for thee.
Ignotus was, for the moment, on the most desolate of islands, in a solid stone citadel of doom, surrounded by paranoid Nuit with an unhealthy obsession with magic, and the most irresponsibly enormous array of terrible weaponry and equipment he would ever see.

He had never been happier in his life.

This place was like his fifteen-year-old self's fever dream. Well, except the corpses walking around, but that just made things even better for his seventy three-year-old self.
Now, when he discovered that Rayage, a man whom he had bet on a mandingo fight with in Sunberth, was not only here, but esteemed? He couldn't find the man fast enough. If only to giggle and talk about genocide. It was with this (sans the genocide) in mind that he was stalking the halls of the research facility, searching for the clever clogs professor of murder.

[Rayage]

It was rare, but with all the talks with Vick the nuit needed a slight break from his work combining the magics of Alchemy and Malediction. The wizards were a duo now, constantly playing with theories to harness the strengths of both magics. It was a game they played, and now they had someone they could rely on. Rayage had Vick, and Vick had the Alchemist. Both could use their collective skills to further each other, and the partnership had so far been highly beneficial. It was exhausting as well, as it tired the mind of the ages old nuit drawing up formulas and theories all day long, twenty four seven. He didn’t mind it, not one bit, but a break was needed.

This was why the nuit was even out of his lab. In fact, he was walking back to it, a book tucked under his robes. For a distraction, and not a time wasting one the nuit decided to get some study materials on a new discipline of magic which he had been introduced to in Sunberth so long ago. If the undead intended to teach Wrenmae anything then he would have to first know the material well enough to explain it. Spiritism was the name of the magic, and it would be needed to further aid against the dog which Dira had sent after them.

He mused to himself silently, his strides slow and thoughtful, slightly slower than the average nuits pace if only because he was absorbed in thinking about exactly how to present Spiritism to Wrenmae. Would the man be open to learning a new magic? Tightening the grip on his book, he shook his head, he had more important things to think about: the bodies he was going to help Vick make. The theory was all solid, but the execution would take a while. The nuit frowned.

Descending the stairs Rayage passed many a nuit in the halls, but he gave not one attention, even when they acknowledged him. He hadn’t the time for them now. He brushed them off and walked by them without a second glance. He had important work to do, and to do that work he would have to go all the way down to lab 45-E, his personal laboratory.

[Ignotus Everto]

It was, perhaps, pleasant coincidence that saw Ignotus rounding a corner into the hallway the harried alchemist had entered. A grin immediately split his features. "Now if it isn't Rayage!" he chirped, immediately making a beeline for the man. "Fancy seeing you here!"

The poor overworked fellow would have to move fast if he didn't want to faced with the horrifying prospect of interacting with others. Oh Gods, he was even offering his hand. "Forgive me if I seem a touch boorish; Zeltiva's hardly trained me for this place. But you've been here before, no?" the Hypnotist remarked off-handedly before pausing and taking a step back with an embarrassed chuckle, "Ah, but no doubt you're quite busy. It would be rude of me to interrogate you in the hallways. I'm sure you've..."
Huh. What did he do?