Caster of Blue
16th of December, 2004
The House in Misty Village
Morning (Phase 2-1)
Figuring out a way around Erika's password protection hadn't been quite as difficult as Caster had anticipated. It took her a brief while to acquaint herself with the device, playing with the different keys. She'd been provided knowledge enough about the modern era upon being summoned, but actually putting physical context to the abstract knowledge and confirming what she knew in the back of her head was fun in its own way. The girl was briefly stymied by the touchpad 'mouse', swiping her gloved finger over the ugly flat rectangle several times to no avail. She tried drawing a circle, then running her finger up and down, and finally doodled a rather unbecoming expletive with her finger to no avail.
Puzzled, she folded her hands over the device and looked down, kicking her legs and peering at the crossed leather-clad fingers.
Ah, right. The gloves.
I suppose that's also a problem, too...
Caster sighed, staring at her hands, and finally whispered something under her breath, triggering her circuits with the faintest of pulses.
An open window.
An unnatural noise.
A crackle of electricity arced between her fingers and she touched the gloved finger to the touchpad again. This time it worked, moving the strangely angled arrow exactly the way she wished. Caster gave her reflection on the screen a satisfied, smug grin. Once she'd figured that out, getting around the password was easy, all things considered. Yes, the world of this fascinatingly wide web was hers for the taking!
...
Though it seemed, she conceded reluctantly, she would have to refine her search methodology a bit beyond typing in "Where is Arwyn Penrith?" These devices were leagues beyond the tentative steps she was familiar with in her own time, but apparently they weren't quite as far along as she hoped, either. She tried a few variations while still talking with Erika.
Originally Posted by
Erika
Creation and Modern Magecraft Theory are much more hospitable towards your kind of work these days. And if he’s a bootlicker, I’m not much better.
Really? That's a pleasant surprise, she responded in a tone that sounded neither pleased nor surprised. It wasn't that she doubted Erika, per se, but Caster had little faith that mages as a whole, much less the Association, had fundamentally changed since her time. Ah, adding a request for his address didn't work, either.
Yes, if it was simply that she incorporated disparate or unpopular elements into her own magecraft, that would have been fine and she would have little difficulty with the Association. If she had modified or departed from the tradition set by her family, that would have also been acceptable. But Caster hadn't reinvented her own family's craft and spells - that had never been an option in the first place.
Rather, the girl had selfishly chased every avenue she possibly could, pursuing magic in the only way she found herself suited for. Since she was old enough to sneak into that man’s study, the girl had dreamed of magecraft, of spells, of mystery and grand arcana and possibility. But she had never once dreamed of being a magus, nor did she consider herself one. If anything, to a proper magus, what she did in order to grab magecraft for herself was probably unforgivable.
A shame, adding "Erika Kanzaki's Boyfriend" to his name didn't actually refine the results, either. Do people really not gossip on the internet?
Really, she was surprised to hear Erika compare herself to a man like this in any way. It would be another few hours before the servant could even say she had known her master for an entire day, but the impression she had gotten from Erika Kanzaki was hard-working, resourceful, and building herself up on her own merits. She didn't appear to be a blue-blooded magus and Caster liked her all the better for that. She was earning her place there, even if it was difficult, even if there was no one to support her or to pave the way. The difference between her and someone like that handsome but arrogant (though handsome) cute young individual was day and night, as far as the girl was concerned.
Ooh, some interviews. Official ones, sadly, nothing risque that inquiring minds rather wish to know.
Well, no pictures either, sadly, but oh, he seems quite articulate! Good find, Erika!
She was about to offer a bright, cheerful defense of Erika's virtues--
Originally Posted by
Miss Erika
Drop it, Caster, it’s none of your business.
Caster froze, her fingers stopping in the middle of typing another search, her thoughts - all of them - grinding to a halt with them. Her hand hovered there lamely as her blue eye and goggle lens peered at the door in her master's direction, widening against her control. That... wasn't the reaction the girl had expected. Not even close, based on previous data and the conclusions she had drawn from them. She had rather assumed the icy response before was a matter of circumstance and pressing concerns, mere annoyance at this interloper and intruder, and that they'd be back to business as usual once that had been taken care of.
This time she realized the cold tone was directed at Caster herself, while her Master reserved that gratingly saccharine tone for the magus whose supposed betters were calling on them. For a brief moment, Caster chewed her lips, pursing them to a fine line.
........ah. I did it again. Full marks, as always.
...As you wish. I did say I prefer direct communication, after all. Thank you, Miss Erika.
She closed the windows she had been searching on, delicately closing the laptop, and took a small, steadying breath. A moment. Another one. Exhale. Repeat.
---Very well. A miscalculation, then, ahaha.
She put on a smile, pushing the laptop aside, and rolled to the edge of the bed. Slowly, methodically, she dusted off her short black dress, gathering up the still-warm overcoat in the crook of one gloved arm, and walked outside to the living room to retrieve her coat and the devices she had laid out across some of the cushions of the sofa. Wrapping them in the black coat for safekeeping, she slipped on one of the coats she had picked out of Erika's closet, a dark-coloured button-up. She adjusted the buttons, removed her goggle, and rubbed at the uncovered eye with the back of her hand, rapidly blinking away nothing in particular before depositing the goggle in the coat pocket for safekeeping.
She glanced at the kitchen and the front, debated saying something more to her master, then shrugged and turned away with quick, hurried steps.
Later, perhaps. In the meantime, she had places to go. First business, then curiosity and personal affairs. Time to take a walk about.
She had been mistaken about the boyfriend hypothesis, clearly. An ex, more likely, after that. Well. If that’s how that would be, then the woman was curious to investigate that matter further as well.
If anything, she felt rather more motivated now.