TEST DRIVE MEME | #01

[triumvirmod]

Test-Drive-Meme #01

Welcome to our first ever TDM! This is open to all players looking to join our game or simply have some fun. Play on this TDM does not equate to intent or obligation to apply to join. Players on this TDM should follow all game rules and Characters should meet all game suitability standards per our FAQ. TDM threads are considered game canon for characters who join! The Moon Pact is in power for the full duration of this TDM, putting Sun Pact characters as in service. Moon Pact bindings are presently glittering silver and Sun Pact bindings are unpolished brass. Pact and Class can both be freely player assigned and swapped at will for the purpose of the TDM.

Overseer, Awaken and Conquer

CW: Descriptions of dubiously consensual touch, choking, hallucinations, falling.

The Hands that Grasp

Consciousness wanes. From calm oblivion reaches a pair of elegant hands. Fingertips caress, trailing physical form, mapping curves and divots. Some dark or desperate compulsion leans into the comfort of this touch. The hands dig in. Clasping tight at the neck and pull downward. Down and down, through unclear space, through unclear time. Your character awakens with a start. Where they last felt those hands grasping into them, a collar now rests. Prying does not budge the solid metal, which is either of silver or of brass. Before their eyes is a pane of stained glass. Inscribed in a language all can read are the words Overseer, Awaken and Conquer.

The Glass Coffins

Overseers awaken, contained within a coffin of ornate, metal framework and glass. For some, a light push will cause the lid to swing open. For others, the enclosure may stick or prove too heavy to budge. Breaking free is an option, though mysteriously, the glass fully repairs itself within minutes of sustaining damage. Other Overseers may be present throughout the hallways, willing and able to aid in opening stubborn coffins. That is, should their unlucky inhabitants be able to get their attention through the sound dampening barrier. Overseers continually awaken, either individually or in batches, throughout the month. This will last until the day of the upcoming solstice.

The Gilded Cradle

Innumerable rows of glass coffins line the interior of a grand cathedral tower. Somehow, the name of this stained glass spire is imprinted in the mind of all Overseers. This is known as the Gilded Cradle within Absentia. Where or what is Absentia? How did they arrive here? Why are they here? The answers to such questions remain unknown. These names are as far as the foreign memory serves Overseers. The foggy corridors spiral downward, a staircase connecting floor after floor of largely unopened coffins. Many have glass too hazy to see within. The hallways are heavy with the scent of lavender tinged magic and lightning storm ozone, made visible as a thick haze in the air. Through this fog, Overseers may notice one another or they may see phantoms running by. People familiar to them. Chasing after these figments is a foolish endeavor, they will pick up speed into the thick of the fog. There, they will disappear. This can leave unsuspecting Overseers teetering on the topmost edge of a stairwell or allow their momentum to throw them over the central railing. A fall to the Cradle's ground floor isn't enough to kill an Overseer turns out, but it will injure. Beginning your journey battered is merely an added misfortune.

The Castle Constructs

When Overseers leave the Gilded Cradle, they find they're trapped within an abandoned castle. While exploring they find no other living creatures other than fellow Overseers. Throughout the halls and rooms of the castle rest Constructs. These figures are shells of either iron or brass, with a variety of gargoyle-like appearances. They stand with their wings tucked around their bodies. Littered throughout the location, their placements can often clue in to their former duties as the Castle attendants. These Constructs remain completely inert until two Overseers of the same Pact pass by. Iron Constructs react to pairs of Moon Pact members, while Brass Constructs come alive near pairs of Sun Pact members. When awakened, they unfurl and stand to a height ranging from around three-to-six foot tall. The Constructs promptly begin to carry out butler-like duties, as if they were long ago set to a schedule of operation. When presented with a task they can no longer seem to accomplish, they merely pantomime the action before moving onward. (These NPCs can be player controlled and are non-hostile unless attacked first.)

Locked In

CW: Survival themes, food insecurity, exchanging sex for goods and services.

The Kitchen

The kitchen of Absentia is vast, meant to accommodate for a castle population in the hundreds. Long abandoned, any food reserves have turned to dust or rot. All that remains are a series of strange machines, humming with dull magic. Only operable by the castles resident Constructs, hungry Overseers would be advantaged to activate the inactive Constructs scattered nearby. Once occupying the kitchen, Constructs are more likely to provide a meager serving of food to Overseers who have used magic recently or who hold Influence. (Characters playing this TDM with no canon powers may presume they hold (1) Influence for this and subsequent prompts.)

The Hall of Overseers

To the west of the Gilded Cradle there lies a long, rectangular housing structure, framing a vast courtyard. Rain from the storm overhead patters down constantly. Rooms for Overseers line the open air hallways overlooking the nature within the central outdoor space. At this time, those of the Moon Pact enjoy the lower floors of the indoor sections, with luxurious accommodations. These include private rooms with a fireplace, claw foot baths with clean running water, a variety of furniture, and a plush bed. The upper level indoor rooms are for the Overseers presently in service, the Sun Pact. These rooms are all shared and scarcely furnished. Hammocks and bunk beds are provided to house three or four Overseers per cramped room. These upper location hallways have shared bathroom spaces and no private amenities provided. Overseer names are engraved upon the door frame of their assigned rooms. There is no access given to rooms without this engraving. Overseers need to be invited in to rooms they do not own or share. (Rooms are fully self assigned by Players and can change freely between threads. Pact is likewise self assigned, but should match the room type described above. Moon Pact characters are free to invite Sun Pact characters into their rooms, and visa-versa.)

The Hands that Feed

As Overseers settle in, they find resources are thin and accessible castle space highly limited. There is no exit from the castle at this time. Trying to fly out over the top of Hall of Overseers courtyard results in perpetually being turned around by the Storm until exhausted. Overseers who try to smash windows or break through the architecture find their magic or strength immediately drained. Teleportation leads back to where one attempted to leave from. The trap feels inescapable. This inevitably creates an air of frustration and futility within the awakened Overseer ranks. All there is to do is to make do.

➤Attentive characters will discover quickly that Constructs bring extra rations as room service to those in Power. This at first appears exclusive to the Moon Pact within the Hall of Overseers. The Constructs do this when Overseers have sex in the luxury of the lower floor rooms. However, the Constructs range of understanding is a bit impaired, so fucking in the courtyard also works to call food and drink, regardless of Pact alignment.

➤For those seeking a more direct approach to acquiring extra rations, there's always robbery. The Constructs are not highly fortified. Their routes from the kitchen to the Hall of Overseers are easy enough to intercept. They do resist Overseers who attempt to steal from them, defending the food if attacked. Overseers who damage Constructs find they simply curl back into their wings, where they become both immobile and invulnerable from further damage. They will repair themselves in time and do not... appear... to hold a grudge. The Overseers whose meals were hijacked might, though.

The Courtyard

The courtyard at the center of the Hall of Overseers is a public space with five distinct sections. At the center, there is an ornate fountain that serves as the most reliable, public spot for clean drinking water. The fountain depicts the three Classes, though all of them are partially destroyed. The Ruler has their hands broken off, the Dragon is missing its head, and the pegasus shaped Herald has a hole in its chest. Grimly, the water flows from each of these missing pieces into the pool below. This space is open and visible to all, especially from the higher rooms of the Hall. This central location serves well as a social hub and meet up point for Overseers to congregate, though it is perpetually raining here.

➤Heralds and Dragons experience their first urge to transform within the Courtyard. They are able to resist it, if their willpower is sufficiently high, but the compulsion is strong. Dragons feel a need to shed their skin, to fly and be free. There is not much room for multiple, large dragons to do either of these things. Mind your wings! Heralds begin to feel territorial, wishing to reinvigorate the long dead space. Heralds are able to terraform within the confines of garden planters as they see fit, but they may find them destroyed by Dragons or usurped by other Heralds. Miniature territory disputes may serve as practice for times ahead. Rulers can hear mysterious whispers throughout the Courtyard, but especially nearby the fountain. If they acknowledge these whispers aloud, they will get a response. Those Rulers who listen closely can hear the mocking words "you're not leaving this time."

The other four quadrants surrounding the central fountain are overgrown and wild, contrasting the initially desolate central area. These spaces are each themed to a different season; spring, summer, fall, and winter. Once Overseers enter one of the gated in spaces, the area within appears larger than the outside barrier suggests. The temperature varies wildly between each, though the Storm over head remains consistent. Each contains a singular hideaway which the Constructs will bring food to. These shield Overseers from outside view, but may turn out to be in hot demand. Mind yourselves if trying to sneak into one of these spots for privacy, they may already be taken! (Each hideaway may be customized at player discretion to suit their threads. A single piece of furniture for leisure may be present, like a lounge or hammock. Some ideas for natural spaces would be hidden behind a waterfall, beneath a canopy of trees, a frosty cave, or an alcove hidden by fallen leaves.)

Grief Hath Mates

Class Scenarios

Note: The following prompts are available for all Players, though abilities should always match up with a character's present Class! Class for characters on the TDM can change between threads, but should not change mid-thread. This fully locks down upon acceptance to the game. Characters are presently "unstable" in their Pact and Class assignments, so all threads can remain canon, even if they contradict Pact or Class assigned later on. Any changes made to shared setting environments below are temporary, so feel free to play with destructive and creation powers as specified.

RULERS

➤Rulers who attempt to speak to the Constructs will find they are reacted to in a way the Dragons and Heralds are not. Constructs do not speak back, but they are more attentive towards Rulers regardless of their Influence level. If asked where something is, Constructs will dutifully guide the Ruler to the location in question if it exists. Sometimes, Constructs will open up previously locked doors. None of these lead outside, but they offer some new clues to how the castle once operated in the past. Rulers can open up additional rooms to explore such as a drawing room, a music room, a wine cellar, and a smoking room. These rooms all have basic supplies for their given activity, including aged wine and cigars in the latter two respectively. Rulers with clever tongues or manipulative sensibilities can convince the Constructs to leave them “in charge” of a room. This grants the Ruler a key to the door they can leverage as they please. (Players can play their Ruler as if they hold exclusive control of a room, but this is not imposed TDM-wide. Multiple Rulers can each claim the same type room, no player actually holds full IC/OOC control.)

DRAGONS

➤Dragons are going to be the first to snap under such cramped conditions. Their natural urges are to spread out and fly, not be stuck within a castle. The more volatile Dragons will find their natural instinct is to go Berserk. Berserk mode can be engaged in either their humanoid or Dragon form, though Dragons can only transform at this time within the confines of the Courtyard. If Dragons are causing trouble in the Courtyard, luring or forcing them out of the Courtyard at large forces a Dragon to return to their humanoid form. Getting in fights may not be productive, but it might provide some enrichment to Overseers wishing to challenge each other or keep the peace. (Reminder: Dragons, regardless of form, are especially durable and may prove difficult to subdue! Rulers are best suited to this task, given they have a natural advantage over Dragons. Heralds can make their own attempts, it is simply more risky for them given how fragile they are.) Dragons of more even temperaments can make themselves productive by using relevant elemental magic around the castle. The castle interior is lit only by the dull glow of the sun or moon, which are often dulled by the cloud cover overhead. Providing temperature control or lighting could be a great ease to their own mental state, as well as benefit their fellow Overseers.

HERALDS

➤While cooked rice, dried meat, and pickled vegetables are largely what is being provided, there is a distinct lack of fruit or alcohol coming out of the kitchen. Heralds may find themselves especially desperate for these. Within the courtyard only, they can flex their newly found Class abilities to rapidly influence nature. Heralds may find themselves having vivid daydreams about their favorite fresh fruits from home. These fantasies manifest, growing the imagined fruits from nearby vines, bushes, and trees. This can happen deliberately or entirely by accident. However, due to the imperfect nature of both memory and imagination, these fruits are never fully accurate recreations. The taste and quality of the fruit end up heavily influenced by a Herald’s own subjective experience and are prone to exaggeration. Any fruit from any world is allowed, these simply cannot cause any magical effects. Devious Heralds which imagine poisonous fruits can injure, but not kill fellow Overseers. Such produce can be used to make alcohol by those with the knowledge and wherewithal to do so. Any manner of food is in demand and Heralds have this to provide. Replenishing energy though sex is always an option to help produce more or better resources of this kind.

OOC Info

What happens next?

On the 21st of June, the Pacts will turn over. For the IC duration of the TDM, the Moon Pact are in power. Those assigned to the Sun Pact will start the game off proper as the faction in power. Characters who are accepted into the game will be freed from the confines of the castle. The game will greet new players with a Mingle Event and Network Introduction Post, once all applications are processed. The storm will pull back at the start of July, allowing even further world exploration and Territory claims. Our first plot event will focus on discovering the threat that the Lost Souls of this world can present.

Can I reserve my character before applying?

If you want to claim a character spot in advance of applications opening, our Reserves Page opens on the 10th of June, through to the 15th. This is not required for application, but highly recommended even for original or obscure characters. Reserving provides an instant-pass through 1st month game Activity Check! It also provides Moderation with an idea of incoming player numbers!

How do I apply to join the game?

Head over to our Application Page. These open up on June 15th and close on the 20th. The game officially opens on the 21st of June, barring any unexpected delays.

Is there an OOC space I can discuss potential plans?

Take a look at our Enable-me-Please for OOC discussions and plotting!

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Comments

[livelamentlove]

Trouble..?

[Daan inquires. And Ellwood would really get a clear look at him. Daan's standing naked, save the elastic bands of his shirt and sock stays, holding a crumpled up silken sheet around his waist. He's holding a dining tray in the other hand, perched delicately upright on the tips of his fingers, true to butler form. His cat tail sways lightly behind him, an ear twitches. Cum is running down his legs.

He dares say,]

Now who's being silly?

[What a man.]

[dearestdarling]

[Ellwood huffs a breathy laugh. He can't believe Daan answered the door like that and is calling him silly.]

Right.

[He brushes it off and flops back down on the bed, sprawling out sideways across it, on his back. His fingertip traces his rifle.]

What have we got, then? Are you going to feed me grapes, butler?

[livelamentlove]

Oh please.

[Daan scoffs, but gently. Despite any attempts to muster his usual sourness, he's feeling very sweet about now. His body feels pleasantly tired out, like he could actually sleep well if he tried. His mind is more quiet, his emotions more calmed.

There's no parsing if that's because of the magic or because of the sex. Daan can't tell the difference anymore, it's all settled within him as a sludge of contentment.

He slinks his way back to the bed and makes a slight show of wiggling his fingers like it's a magic act before lifting the tray cover. A meager serving of cooked rice, some pickled vegetables, and what seems like a couple of jerky strips.]

Only the finest decadence for your majesty.

[dearestdarling]

[Ellwood grins cheekily, then lifts himself enough to look at what's on the tray.]

Oh, golly! I say, that's almost as good as what we eat in the trenches!

[Still, he can't bring himself to be upset about food. He's starving, especially after that workout. He plucks a piece of jerky from the tray.]

[livelamentlove]

Yes, just about.

[Daan will take the other strip of jerky before he sets the whole tray down before Ellwood, nudging it towards him,]

You take the rest. And don't argue with me on that, I'm having this as a compromise.

[he's eating something, the salt and the protein is all he feels ready to stomach about now. Maybe that's also a cat thing... no time to worry about it now. Daan is laying back down and tearing into that jerky.]

[dearestdarling]

Are you sure?

[Ellwood looks up at him with surprise, but he's clearly also pleased. Relieved. He won't argue. He props himself on an elbow and shovels the rice into his mouth between bites of jerky. He tries not to eat like a brute, tries to keep his manners about him, but it's hard when he's so damn hungry. Strange, too, how it makes this bland rice taste amazing.]

We should try that tub, as well. I've made a mess of you.

[livelamentlove]

The tub... right, yes. That does sound sporting about now.

[He will take a moment before he hoists himself back up from the bed. Ellwood gets a nice view of his own spend running down Daan's long legs. The man is just that lacking in shyness, he doesn't mind one bit.

Flipping the water on, it's a mild temperature. If the castle has temperature control, Daan doesn't know how it works. He plugs the thing up and goes to grab soap, wine, and the cigar. If they're going to share a bath together, he'd like to relax with his vices, as well... Daan might fall right asleep if not for those.]

You'll join me, won't you? [It's large enough for two, just like the bed,]

[dearestdarling]

[As he eats, Ellwood does drink in the full picture of Daan's graceful backside, oozing and dripping the paint of their pleasure. He smiles impishly to himself. Perhaps that will make it into his poem.]

Of course, dear. Just let me finish scarfing this down like an animal.

[It does not take long, measly as the portion is. He takes a last gaze at his rifle, then picks it up off the bed and leans it against the wall by the fireplace. Mercifully, Gaunt hasn't returned. Daan's company fills his mind enough now to scare off any ghosts, it would seem.

He saunters into the bathroom, stretching and sighing in a satisfied way. He pats Daan on his cum-stained ass.]

You're the most shameless butler I've ever seen. No stick up your arse. I even checked.

[livelamentlove]

[By the time Ellwood joins along with him, the tub is full enough. It might not seem it, but Daan is good at estimating how much the water level will rise once two grown men sink into it. A butler's judgement, ever still.

His does perk his butt back against that pat. No shame at all. Even the tail isn't fighting to get out of the way of Ellwood's curious touch anymore...]

How I appreciate the thorough examination. I'll need a follow up from you next I'm getting tense.

[dearestdarling]

Any time.

[Ellwood grins and takes Daan's hand, allowing him first in the tub. Daan doesn't seem to mind playing butler, which is a surprise to Ellwood, and seems to speak of his lack of resentment for the role. Still, it's fun to subvert expectations, when the opportunity arises. He gestures into the tub with a flourish.]

Après toi, Monsieur Kitty.

[He wonders about Daan's tail getting wet, but doesn't bring it up.]

[livelamentlove]

Again with the spells. [sure, that's what French sounds like to his ear, we'll go with that. Daan will have slipped off his various garters to set aside, though they should probably also get soaked clean after this... they are a casualty of what dripped out of him already.

Stepping into the bath, he does hesitate before lowering down. He would try to play it off as a carefulness to not slip, but Ellwood can see his cat tail is sticking back and upward like, stone straight. Clearly a little bit of hydrophobia comes with the catboy territory. Daan seems to steel himself after a sigh and dunk himself down with a slight splash, sloshing the water to and fro as he tucks his legs in to give Ellwood room across from him.... unless he wants to lay between Daan's legs, back to chest, in which case... Daan will also make room as he can. Up to Ellwood.]

[dearestdarling]

Oh, come now, it's just French.

[Fake-Europe must have fake-France if it has fake-London, right?

Ellwood sucks his lips into his mouth and bites on them so as not to laugh at Daan's obvious reluctance to get in the water. It doesn't stop a tiny huff of a laugh coming out of his nose.

He bites back any teasing he wants to do and steps into the tub. Since their post-sex cuddle was interrupted by several factors, he does decide to settle between Daan's legs, leaning back against him. It unfortunately reminds him of that one time in Hundreds, drinking in the bathtub, but he forces that memory away, wanting to just be here and now.]

[livelamentlove]

[Fake-London and Fake-France are one place, the Kingdom of Rondon is a bit of a catch all. Don't worry about it, it's not well expanded on.

Daan is fine with the little laugh, bracing for much more direct teasing just for it to get held back. He relaxes his shoulders back into the curve of the tub. His opens his legs around Ellwood, this time in a different way, just letting him settle between. Lay back into Daan's chest. He wraps both arms around the young man to steady him in place,

He's offer a kiss to Ellwood's hair, but it really is so waxy... Daan will pass on that for now. (Though maybe it would do his chapped lips some good,)]

Quite comfortable? The water isn't terribly cold with two bodies in it.

[Ellwood's warmth feels nice, radiating comfort.]

[dearestdarling]

[The water could stand to be warmer, but beggars can't be choosers. He leans back, resting the back of his waxy head on Daan's shoulder (at some point between the sex and now, he has carefully fixed the curls back into place as best he could), turning his face to lightly kiss his neck. He sighs contentedly, closing his eyes.]

Quite.

[He lets silence settle over them for a minute before speaking again, quietly.]

Are you sure you're all right?

[livelamentlove]

Yes.

[too terse. He can hear it in his own, fluffy ears. Daan eases his shoulders, curls just slight more around Ellwood and embraces him. A light, playful squeeze of legs and arms at once.]

... thank you for asking. [Daan loosens up and jokes, lightly and yet in that humorously truthful way of his]

I'm mostly happy you didn't jump off of me when my eye watered. [it was a tear, undeniably, and Daan won't pridefully pretend otherwise,] How dare a man feel an emotion while getting fucked, eh?

[dearestdarling]

[He frowns faintly. It's just like when Henry says he's fine and Ellwood knows it's not true, but what can he do? He nuzzles the tip of his nose at the side of Daan's neck.]

... Why would I have done that? Has that happened before?

[livelamentlove]

A few times when I was a young man. [closer to Ellwood's age is what he means... but he doesn't want to be too specific. He was an adult. That's what matters.

He interrupts himself,]

Can you pass me the cigar if you really want to hear about this?

[he relit it before they entered the bath so it's just sort of smoldering there, looking tantalizing. It's also a clear opportunity for Ellwood to put up a boundary, if talk of past affairs if off the table. Daan doesn't want to trip over another darling, though he very well might.]

[dearestdarling]

[He lifts his head enough to see the cigar and reaches for it, passing it carefully to Daan. Then he rests his head back on his shoulder again, and Ellwood's hand comes up to clasp gently around the back of Daan's neck, massaging it lightly and playing with the hairs at his nape.

He's listening.]

[livelamentlove]

[Daan will mutter a thank you for the cigar, sucking back a mouthful before letting it cascade outward, up to the air above them. He watches it move a moment, wondering to himself if he really wants to keep sharing.

... he does. He been enjoying telling Ellwood things. Daan just reminds himself to try and not be so fucking grim all the time. They just had wonderful sex, got some food in their stomachs, and get to share a bath, wine, and cigar. What the fuck more could he ask for right now?

... he won't answer that to himself.]

I was very touchy back then. You may think I'm jumpy now, oh... you'd be shocked. I had some [not all, far from all] very kind partners, like you. Wanting, giving, so very concerned with me. Unlike you, they'd fling themselves from me the moment I displayed any feeling at all. [Daan doesn't speak of it as a negative, he understood it was well meaning, but,]

So demeaning.

[dearestdarling]

[It strikes Ellwood almost as odd to be considered among Daan's very kind partners. It's been a while since he felt soft or tender, but perhaps Daan brings it out in him again.]

I thought it was sweet. [He says this in an innocently defensive tone, almost like he's making the case to Daan's past lovers of how they should have seen it.] And I suppose I've seen enough strange emotional outbursts in the trenches by now that a single tear and some panic feels like nothing.

[livelamentlove]

You're sweet.

[Maybe too sweet for Daan. This may all be a bad idea, a mistake, something he will regret. He might end up hurting this sweet man in time.

He's too selfish to push Ellwood away now. Let him hold him close for long as that lasts. Daan will cling until the page gets turned on him, as it always does.

Daan offers to pass the cigar his companion's way, if he wants a puff,]

Anyways, the sex was greatly satisfying and you lived up to your boasting. How about that?

[dearestdarling]

[Ellwood smiles and kisses his throat with an open mouth, lapping gently with his tongue. He doesn't allow doubts or questions to enter his mind. He just wants to enjoy this break from blood and terror, however long it lasts.

He takes the cigar, languidly drawing on it, letting smoke curl lazily out of his mouth, and then in a quick puff as he speaks:]

Boasting? I only said I'd done it before!

[But Ellwood knows he is good in bed, and handsome, and clever. He knows all his attractive qualities and isn't afraid to play them up. He's vain.]

[livelamentlove]

I'm only teasing you.

[Daan will admit, rubbing the man idly with his hands beneath the water. He leans in to kiss his temple or brow or nose, whatever is easier to reach at this angle.]

You wound me up with such want I probably didn't actually hear what you said at all.

[lol lmao even]

[dearestdarling]

[Despite his protests, Ellwood isn't bothered by the teasing at all, evidenced by his catlike smile. He looks up at Daan and carefully places the cigar back into his mouth before grabbing the wine again.]

Well, it all seems to have worked in our favour. As reward for our prompt fucking, the gods or magical wizards or whatever powers that be have broken our chains and given us back our tools of war and healing.

[Ellwood sits up more in the tub, taking a hefty swig of wine before reciting:]

Fear not thou the hidden purpose of that power, which alone is great, nor the myriad world, His shadow, nor the silent Opener of the Gate.

[livelamentlove]

[Daan will catch the offered cigar between his fangs, smirking around it smugly. Ellwood's youth and charm work on him, he's a sucker for enthusiasm. He has so little of his own, it's an admirable quality in others for him.]

You do so like your spells, don't you? [he keeps calling them that, he doesn't have an ear at all for poetry. All sounds like occult incantation to him, but not in a frightful way. In the way normal people recite the scripture of Alll-mer even if they're not one of the faithful. It's just out there in the culture of Europa.

Magic is actually quite rare and Daan's the freak for knowing so much about it.]