[This Northern wizard looks very composed, comfortable, and all polite smiles that don't quite reach his eyes as they're escorted into the castle. This isn't his first time in such an environment, and it won't be the last.
If any wallflower is looking avoidant of the entire affair, they'll be getting a tap on the shoulder and a gloved hand held out to them, his voice gentle but certain.]
Come on, now. Let's at least give a good show.
[If you're not part of the very large antisocial crowd, that doesn't make a difference! Here he comes anyway, smile easy and steps easier, all gentle airy laughter that seems slightly empty as he tries to catch your attention.]
You look like you're enjoying yourself. May I cut in?
[He takes quite a bit of time to talk to some of their representatives, but that gets abruptly interrupted by someone hitting the floor. After the general tension has settled down, Solomon seems to grow far quieter, wrapping up his more official talks and drifting out to the balcony with a glass of alcohol in one hand. He will give a polite smile to anyone that passes nearby, but he's kept rather deep in thought otherwise. He'll come back inside. Eventually.]
OH NO
[There's a loud bang from Floor 3, one of the sets of windows forcefully slamming open in a pillowing cloud of smoke. From inside, the door to Room 5 buckles as Solomon's body quickly flies out and hits the opposite wall, the sorcerer coughing in plumes of blue and purple in a bit of a daze. Peeking inside the room will show... well, there USED to be a fire, and there WAS something on top of it, but given that the pot is now partially embedded in the ceiling and the room looks like a rainbow exploded all over it, it's safe to assume whatever was being created is long gone.]
SHOPPING LIST
[Heading towards the elevator? You'll probably pass grandpa! Solomon's nearby, a pen and paper in hand and a jar of ink floating next to him under a very simple levitation spell, one that he has to recast every so often as it starts to wane. Really, having magic that's still so weak is such a chore.
He will perk up at anyone that seems to be getting ready to head out, waving for them to hold the doors as he stuffs the list into his coat.]
Ah, wait, wait. Mind if I tag along? I could use your help with something.
WILDCARD
[If you would like to do any jobs, just specify which one and I'll write us a custom starter!
Solomon can be found in the library and, unfortunately, still in the kitchen. Solomon is constantly, CONSTANTLY practicing his magic around the grounds in really strange ways like seeing if he can float to the roof or trying to contain a whirlwind in a bottle, etc, so feel free to practice with him or have his character notice yours and approach to watch them. He's nosy.
Night owls can find him up on the roof many nights. What the fuck is he doing up there?]
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[This Northern wizard looks very composed, comfortable, and all polite smiles that don't quite reach his eyes as they're escorted into the castle. This isn't his first time in such an environment, and it won't be the last.
If any wallflower is looking avoidant of the entire affair, they'll be getting a tap on the shoulder and a gloved hand held out to them, his voice gentle but certain.]
Come on, now. Let's at least give a good show.
[If you're not part of the very large antisocial crowd, that doesn't make a difference! Here he comes anyway, smile easy and steps easier, all gentle airy laughter that seems slightly empty as he tries to catch your attention.]
You look like you're enjoying yourself. May I cut in?
[He takes quite a bit of time to talk to some of their representatives, but that gets abruptly interrupted by someone hitting the floor. After the general tension has settled down, Solomon seems to grow far quieter, wrapping up his more official talks and drifting out to the balcony with a glass of alcohol in one hand. He will give a polite smile to anyone that passes nearby, but he's kept rather deep in thought otherwise. He'll come back inside. Eventually.]
OH NO
[There's a loud bang from Floor 3, one of the sets of windows forcefully slamming open in a pillowing cloud of smoke. From inside, the door to Room 5 buckles as Solomon's body quickly flies out and hits the opposite wall, the sorcerer coughing in plumes of blue and purple in a bit of a daze. Peeking inside the room will show... well, there USED to be a fire, and there WAS something on top of it, but given that the pot is now partially embedded in the ceiling and the room looks like a rainbow exploded all over it, it's safe to assume whatever was being created is long gone.]
SHOPPING LIST
[Heading towards the elevator? You'll probably pass grandpa! Solomon's nearby, a pen and paper in hand and a jar of ink floating next to him under a very simple levitation spell, one that he has to recast every so often as it starts to wane. Really, having magic that's still so weak is such a chore.
He will perk up at anyone that seems to be getting ready to head out, waving for them to hold the doors as he stuffs the list into his coat.]
Ah, wait, wait. Mind if I tag along? I could use your help with something.
WILDCARD
[If you would like to do any jobs, just specify which one and I'll write us a custom starter!
Solomon can be found in the library and, unfortunately, still in the kitchen. Solomon is constantly, CONSTANTLY practicing his magic around the grounds in really strange ways like seeing if he can float to the roof or trying to contain a whirlwind in a bottle, etc, so feel free to practice with him or have his character notice yours and approach to watch them. He's nosy.
Night owls can find him up on the roof many nights. What the fuck is he doing up there?]