#necromancergaap

[text] Tell him I didn’t chose to get arrested.

[text] Thank you.

Sure getting up early on Slornsday was still kind of a pain in the ass and he didn’t think he’d ever really buy into the whole Glorn thing fully, but those were small prices to pay for the satisfaction he felt being free and getting to study and experiment as a real necromancer, plus he had actual friends! It was great!

And as he found himself more comfortable he also started indulging in more mundane things around the Glornch now that he felt more at home.

Back in Shelburne, one of the ways he had learned to apply his powers without anyone caring or noticing was using it to revitalize plants in and and around the house, so when he noticed one of the Glornch’s planters housing a plant that seemed to be doing poorly, he moved to approach it for a refresh.

(prev) Gaap gives a chuckle. “Have you already read the key ones to gather the supplies?” He asks before giving a hum and picking the mirror up. “Alright this is going to seem rather dumb but we’ve got to both hold this mirror between us, and then I’m going to say some cornball sounding magic spell,” he says. “Magic, by its necessity tends to be kind of literal and on the nose like that unless you’re really adept at whatever you’re doing,” he shrugs, but pauses, a look of slight embarrassment. On second thought Mike probably knew that, it’s not like he wasn’t inundated with magic despite his inability to harness it, hopefully he wouldn’t hold the slightly obnoxious ramble against him.

Mike shrugged and replied to Gaap’s question with, “Perhaps.”

After Gaap went on about magic, Mike didn’t seem annoyed. Rather, he cracked a smile and snickered. “Heh… I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks these things are so corny!”

He let out a louder laugh before adding, “Miriam and Percival always get mad at me when I make fun of their spells. I can’t help it when they sound like angsty teenager poetry. Hah!”

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Gaap’s slight apprehension at his hand being shook without much warning is overtaken by his intrigue when Professor Tris gets to the latter part of their qualifications. He also wasn’t not somewhat flattered by the ego fluffing his new status seemed to be affording him. Teddy gets a good look of this new recruit and his drab greenish grey outfit and fishing boots, still carrying along his moving bag. “I’m Gaap, Autumn scouted me straight from Mati, and I suppose you could say I’m quite special, and I imagine with your focus of study our aims are quite aligned professor, I’m a necromancer, you see.” he explained proudly. “As such Bishop Percival has offered me an immediate deaconship and I’m being initiated tomorrow,”

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Mike lightly smiled at the sight of Teddy when he walked in. Then once Gaap mentioned he was a necromancer, he glanced at Teddy again to see if he could gauge a reaction from his flat face. Suddenly, a disembodied voice emanated from a source unknown to Gaap. “Woah, woah, really?” A ghostly apparition appeared before the group, that of what seemed to be a deacon based on his red robe. It was Cas. He was hiding in anticipation of spooking a new recruit, but the mention of necromancy was too intriguing to mess around. Plus, he wasn’t sure it would be wise to scare someone who might have the ability to banish him… “That’s cool! So can you like, summon ghosts? Or banish them?”

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Gaap was surprised at the sight of the ghost, but even more so fascinated! Taking in his spectral appearance, looking around him curiously before considering his question carefully. “I’ve never gotten to test that so I’m don’t know if I can or not, though I’m sure I’ll be able to learn.” He says, “For now I am capable of bringing animals back to life and watchdogs that are recently deceased for a limited amount of time, I’m hoping to increase my capabilities as I study here.”

When Gaap revealed his necromancy skills Theodore perked up and briefly widened his eye a bit. He took a moment to calculate the potential implications. Particularly, how this would affect their grand scheme.

Then he leaned forward with a glint in his eye and subtle smile.

“How limited, exactly?”

The words had come out before he knew it. He sheepishly rubbed his head as he quietly said to himself, “Ah, haven’t introduced myself yet.”

“I’m known as Bowtie.” He respectfully bowed his head. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” By this point he had accepted his cult name as a way to create distance between his identity as a Glornist and his life outside of it.

But Professor Trismegistus didn’t know that. “Is that all?”, they said to themselves as they glanced at him. Then they decided to give their shy lab buddy a more suitable introduction.

“My colleague Doctor Walters shares my passion for the paranormal & arcane. Why, his main goal is to determine the material properties of magic itself!”

Professor Trismegistus’ glass glinted as the paused for dramatic effect. If it wasn’t almost opaque they’d be able to see his proud grin.

“Not only that: He has successfully summoned a demon!”

“Well..,” Doctor Bowtie shifted uncomfortably. “...I wouldn’t call that a success...”

“Sure, the negotiation went south, but you still did it! You should take more pride in yourself!” Tris gave his buddy two big thumbs up.

[text] I deeply apologize for ruining your birthday with a poorly thought out gift.

[text] Would you like a book?

[text] I can bring you to a bookshop to pick one.

(Previous) Gaap nods in agreement and rattles off the number for Teddy, he was glad to have another contact.

Once Theodore was done adding Gaap to his contacts he tucked his phone into his pocket and offered him a small wave.

“I’ll send more information on arachnomorphs later. Just... don’t let it out for now, alright?”

After a short pause he added, “I wouldn’t recommend showing it off either.”

(prev) Gaap listens to Percy’s explanation and gives a wry laugh when he gets to the end. “Eh, the fishing wasn’t the part I was escaping so much.” he says, moving to the spot Percy directed. “Out of curiosity, if we’re doing this blind, what’s the plan if we pull some sort of truly awful spirit?” he suggests.

Bishop Percival simply nodded in understanding at Gaap’s reply. He found himself able to relate to him a little bit; and it wasn’t often that the man could relate to anyone. His wealthy parents wanted him to be a successful neuroscientist and brain surgeon. He wanted to be a wizard. He suffered through one path before abandoning it for the other.

At Gaap’s concern, Percival dismissively waved his hand. “Hoho, I’m powerful enough to contain any angry or rambunctious spirit we drag here. Don’t worry!”

He took a deep breath and closed his eye. He held his arms out with his palms facing up.

“Now, do as I do. Try to focus your magical energy to your hands. Then imagine your energy forming a circle that connects your hands to mine. Once you feel focused, take a deep breath and start humming, as deep as you can go.”

(prev) “Okay great,” Gaap says. “And if there’s anything I can do to help just let me know,” he shrugs, following her queue he steps back towards the chamber doors. He takes a last look towards the Arachnomorph cage, he really wasn’t sure when the next time he’d see the little creature was after this, but he knew Miriam would indeed take good care of it.

“Certainly,” Miriam replied as she saw Gaap out. “And, uh, happy birthday,” she quickly added before firmly shutting the door. 

Once the door was locked Miriam impishly smiled, scurried over to the cage, and knelt down to the arachnomorph’s level. 

“I’ve got to show you to Mother’s Eye… I wonder what Percy will think of you… Hope he doesn’t get jealous and try to take you… Don’t worry though, I won’t let him,” she softly discussed with her new pet, who only responded with low, wary snorts. 

“I’ve thought of a name for you. It’s a mighty name taken from the legend of a man whose hatred for those who’ve wronged him fueled his ascension to godhood. Died and reborn anew, you shall be named… Sephiroth. It’s very fitting.”