Raistlin Majere ((unpopcorning, canon update))

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

((Bringing Raistlin back with a canon update to boot! And one of these days, his mun will learn how to format on the first damn try!))

A man in black robes staggered to his feet outside of the popcorn room, clearly disoriented. He snarled a word of magic, creating a thrumming wave of energy that surrounded him like a shield. Raistlin Majere, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery, had returned to Hogwarts. The mage looked down at his robes, jet black and normally of the softest fabric, trimmed in ornate silver runes now sodden with grease. He plucked at a sleeve with with an expression of disgust.

He was back. Raistlin tore his hood back and gave an inarticulate scream of rage. He had passed through Shoikan Grove unharmed and claimed the Tower of High Sorcery as his own, all of it’s secrets and magic were his. The spellbooks of Fistandantilius were his, he was learning the most powerful secrets of arcane magic. Yet the magic of this school had pulled him back against his will.

His spell components were ruined, but he could call on enough magic to burn the grease from his robes. Anyone passing by would see a cranky looking wizard standing in the hallway, smoking.

 

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[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

Raistlin actually chuckled, "The combination of travel and magical power can have restorative qualities. I will never be as physically strong as some, but my magic quickly outstripped those of the Order back on Krynn."

[drunkexguardian.livejournal.com]

"Well, look who just moved to the top of the class." She crossed one leg in front of the other and pulled her hood back enough so that her face was no longer in shadow. "Been gone long?"

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

“Time has taken on rather odd qualities,” he answered, his hands absently checking the various pouches of herbs and other odd bits that a wizard kept close for his spells. “I was home for .. months or longer. I crossed Shoikan Grove, the tower recognized me as its master, then I was pulled back,” he said bitterly. It wasn’t the interruption that angered him as much as his seeming inability to stop said interruption.

“I don’t know how long I have been gone from this place,” he finally admitted.

[drunkexguardian.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that means... pretty much jack shit to me." She tossed him a lopsided grin. "I dunno. Could be months, could be days. I've been in and out."

More in than out, recently. Bete Noir seemed to hardly notice her absences, and she took what she could get here. No Dolf at the bar, and that was a pity, but no burned-to-hell son trying as hard as he could to not notice her, either.

"But, like you said, time's kind of funny all around. Odds are you'll slide right back in. Or," she said, after a second and with a one-shouldered shrug, "you'll end up snack food again. I guess either's likely."

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

"It means nothing to the Hat as well," he noted wryly. "I will have to bide my time and learn what I can while I am here. The magical resources here are vast enough for me to continue my studies."

[drunkexguardian.livejournal.com]

"In case you haven't noticed, I think that the only things that mean anything to the Hat are the Hat, other hats, and shiny things." She snorted a laugh. "Good luck with that. I'd say that actually getting anything done in this place is like herding cats, but I think it's more like..." She smoked thoughtfully as she searched for the right analogy, snapping her fingers finally. "Herding cats who run through once every few weeks while people are alternately shooting rocket launchers in your general direction and flashing you." She nodded to herself. "Yeah, that seems about right."