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Who: Patrick and Hawa
What: A second meeting
Where: Outside, not far from the Valhalla Inn
When: Today, earlier.
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Warnings: Beware of owls (no warnings to mention yet)

Patrick was starting to settle into this place. He'd hunkered down at the inn while he looked about for something to generate income for him while he was stuck here. By parts he'd explored -- certainly not everywhere, but he was beginning to get the lay of the land. His morning jogs brought him down streets that were becoming familiar. Routine.

And that was a problem.

He had things waiting for him back home; he couldn't afford to just settle in here comfortably. But he consoled himself with the fact that he would at least learn for his trouble while he was here. With magic an out-in-the-open concept, it was an opportunity he may not get again.

So it was high time he tried to get in contact with Hawa again, and take him up on his offer. Beyond that, he'd rather enjoyed the fey's company that day and well, seeing him again sounded good in general. Not that he was admitting that. Oh no.

It was early afternoon when he found himself wandering outside, eager to get out of the room. It took him a bit to work the CiD so that he wouldn't be shouting out to the entire cohort.

A couple tries. Technology wasn't his strong suit. He was better at old things, books, pencil and paper, magic, toasters. When he got it though, he lifted it up closer to his mouth to speak. "So Hawa? Are you around? I think I owe you a drink, and I'd love to pick your brain. So--" Pausing, Patrick frowned. Was this thing echoing. No? Huh. "So I..." No, definitely an echo. He paused and looked around. Coming from nearby. And... up?

"So I was thinking maybe we could meet up." That was his voice, all right. From up in the tree.

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"An owl and a gentleman. You are a rare breed, Hawa." Patrick informed him wiht a chuckle as he trotted ahead just a bit to head up to the inn and inside. He knew he had to find someplace to live soon, since they'd be kicking him out of here. But that was going to take a bit more exploring.

A bit of a grin and he glanced back over his shoulder at Hawa. "Good. Do." He paused, digging out his key before opening the door to his room. "Here we are!"

"Well, I'm only a gentleman when the situation and the company calls for it." Hawa watched him go with amusement, then returning his attention to the doors of the inn they passed through, steps quieter in the hallway. His expression was quiet, thoughtful, brow furrowed as though he were thinking about something else for a moment.

He resisted the urge to tease Patrick on bringing another man back to his room on their second meeting and instead stepped inside once the other had.

Patrick glanced back with a grin once more. "Well, suppose I can't fault you for that. It's good to keep your options open, for when different situations call for different things."

Pushing the door open, he gestured for Hawa to come in. "Make yourself at home. Well, as at home as you can in this place. It's not a tree or anything." He headed over to the little kitchenette area to see about getting a couple mugs. "Want a drink? Hot chocolate, tea, some fairly lousy but still serviceable coffee?"

Hawa was too restless to go and sit--something about being indoors any place. So he followed Patrick, his hands tucking into his pockets, his head tilted slightly. Watching him like he had when he was in his owl form earlier. "I think you promised me some hot chocolate last time, didn't you?"

He took in the kitchenette. He hadn't stayed long in his room, no--he'd only glanced into it out of curiosity before abandoning it for greener pastures. Sort of literally.

Patrick grinned a bit. "That's right, I did. So long as you're on board, then hot chocolate it is." And he gets about starting that up. Every now and again though he casts a look over towards Hawa, more than a little curious about him.

Once the milk was set to heating, he turned around, leaning his back against the small counter. "So then, where should we start?"

"I'm on board. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked, would I?" His voice was low, playful, as he walked nearer before finding a comfortable spot against the wall to lean, away from any iron-containing appliances.

"Well, it all depends on where you'd like to start. Magic is a big study subject, after all. What are you good at, particularly?" He cocked his head slightly, looking at Patrick expectantly.

"Suppose you wouldn't," Patrick laughs a little, eyes still tracking Hawa's movements. He wasn't entirely sure why this guy was as interesting as he was. Quiet for a moment, Patrick considered his question. "Good at. Hmm. Well, I'm a lot better at manipulating and conducting magic once it's present than I am at summoning it up." It was why his apartment back home was littered with talismans and magical objects. That magic was easier to set in motion.

He listened, his head tilted slightly--attentively. It sounded similar to what they were initially taught to do in the upholders as novices, in the manipulation of magic. Hawa frowned thoughtfully, then nodded slightly. "I see. What d'you want to start off with, then?" Summoning up magic could be a difficult process, depending on the person--humans, especially. Hawa was surprised it was present in Patrick to begin with.

Patrick took a moment before responding, his face working into something of a thoughtful expression. "Understanding. You know what human history and books know about magic? Very, very little. But for a subject, well, about manipulating it... is there a limit? How much can you change the nature of a thing?"

After all, if he could flip things entirely, that would make dealing with demons somewhat more interesting.

"Humans aren't exactly the best sources, no." Hawa looked amused for an instant, then he was listening, arms coming to fold over his chest. "There are limits--but mostly in what you yourself can do. It's not an easy business, working with magic. It can be exhausting. Manipulate too long or try to manipulate something into something else entirely and you could have yourself passing out, depending."

He lifted his hand, thumb rubbing at his chin, his jaw thoughtfully. "But other than that, there are a lot of ways you can manipulate something. With magic, it's all connected in that it's magic, no matter what it is."

Patrick nodded at that, wincing just slightly. "Yeah, I've done the passing out thing before. Though admittedly that mostly happens when I try to pull it from myself. Anything more than a little bit and I'm sort of wrecked."

He took a moment to mix the hot chocolates, stirring in the heated milk slowly. Snagging the can of whipped cream out of the fridge -- what, he had priorities, ok? -- he topped both mugs off with a generous bit of whipped cream before sliding Hawa's towards him. "I suppose that's true, all different parts of the same whole. "Ah... do you know anything about magic in relation to the elements?"

"Figures. Humans aren't built the same usually in regards to magic." It was buried so deep it was hard to get at, wasn't it? Sometimes he could sense it in some people who he had passed, but nothing that predominant.

Hawa nodded as he listened--staring a little at the whipped cream. Kind of went all out, didn't he? Hiding a grin, he took the mug, sipping slowly from it. "Elements? Mmm, about as much as the next fey. I suppose that'd still be quite a bit, though. You looking to harness them?"

"Yeah, so I've found out. I've only met a few people who could ever really touch it." Patrick took a moment to poke at the whipped cream, collecting a bit with a finger before licking it off thoughtfully. "Well, not so much in harnessing, but that's the easiest for me to manage, focusing it through the air."

"It's an admirable skill, to be certain," Hawa said slowly, watching the other before looking down at his drink and raising the mug to his mouth. He took a drink from it slowly, humming. It was good--Hawa wasn't much for human-made drinks or foods back home, but he did enjoy this. Licking his lips slowly, he considered.

"Air's easiest when it comes to manipulating or channelling. I'm good at changing the properties of magic others use on me, even when it comes to elemental." Regent had been more the sort to summon up elemental power from around him and within himself. They hadn't called his brother a prodigy for nothing.

Patrick couldn't help but fluff up a bit, pleased at that sound. Damn straight it was good. Cooking wasn't his thing, but hot chocolate he could do. Oh, and he made a mean batch of muffins. He poked the whipped cream again. "Don't suppose you'd, ah... show me yours?" A pause and he added, with a much more amused tone. "I'll show you mine."

Hawa directed an amused look at him, then grinned, leaning more back against the wall, a lazy slouch that managed to look comfortable all the same. "Hmm-- I think that I could go along with that, if you really thought you were up for it." Of course his tone was teasing, seeming to bear some other meaning, some innuendo that wasn't really there (or was it?).

Patrick lifts an eyebrow at that. This would be where his inability to back down popped up. "Oh I'm more than up for it," He answered, assuredly. Was there innuendo here? Well, he wouldn't back down from that either. Nope. In for a penny, in for a pound. And he was in for more than a penny.

"Well, all right, then. Since you're so for it and all." Hawa grinned, tilting his head slightly on an angle, his eyebrows lifted expectantly.

The other was terribly interesting--for a human and all--and he couldn't help but to be entertained by Patrick's refusal to back down. It made his own competitiveness rise, though. Either way, it was fun to meet a person like this, who would match him joke-for-joke, tease-for-tease without embarrassment. "Where shall we do this?"

Patrick smirked to himself, sipping his drink before fixing an amused look over at Hawa. "Well, wherever you like. I'm the adventurous type." What were they talking about? Oh right. Magic.

He stood up a bit straighter and looked around. "Well, how much room do you need?"

Adventurous type, huh? He'll remember that. The grin lingers a few moments longer, as though he's about to say something further but eventually doesn't.

"A bit. Rather not have any things nearby I might end up breaking. I'd hate to get you too mad at me, and all," he said. Apparently a little mad is okay. He straightens up from his position leaning against the wall, takes a few more sips from the mug in his hand to finish off his drink. Licking his lips, he sets the mug aside and regards Patrick expectantly.

Patrick glanced around, considering. "Well, there's always outside. Or I can do a little rearranging here. I'm not particularly attached to anything." Oh, Patrick was a terrible tenant. He couldn't quite help it. Still holding his mug, he walked over and nudged his hip into a chair to scoot it back towards the wall as a sort of example.

Hawa grinned at that. Not a good tenant indeed. Hawa moved to help, pushing the table out of the way. "I'm not exactly sure about throwing around magic for all to see outside," he explained. He didn't know what would set off the Militia, after all--he still knew very little about them and wasn't inclined to risk it. Nor did he want anyone non-magical deciding to gawk.

"So in'll do." If he breaks anything, well--oops!

Patrick pushed another table aside. Hawa had a point. "Yeah, I suppose that's a fairly good point, actually." Patrick was a bit distrustful of the general idea of a militia. He picks a few smaller objects -- books, a throw pillow, a satchel he'd managed to procure for himself in this place.

"In it is. Ok... so we've got ourselves a space." He gestured around, quite grandly.

"So we do. I'll get started, then." Hawa appraised the space before him, stepped forward and set his feet. Felt the magic stir warmly in him, familiar, making him exhale and relax. He gestured for Patrick to come closer, though, a little grin flitting over his mouth. He seemed as though he had something in mind, if the way he was looking at the other was any indication.

Patrick watched him closely, curious. But he stepped closer when the other gestured. Maybe he should have noticed that little grin, but he was a bit too busy being caught up in the way even that little bit of magic stirring has something in him thrumming, as though his blood cells were vibrating ever so slightly. He looked up at Hawa curiously, expectantly.