(deep breaths, yes, right, breathing exercises. Ben's a Virgo, rules the gut; he is all about belly-breaths.
—handsome. Ben blinks. twists at the waist to look behind himself. (looks back to the mirror once that static, prickling feeling haunts the width of his shoulder blades.) that happened? no. maybe?
but, the stranger — or, Eliot — is quick to launch his theories on Ben's supposed 'riddle,' and what he provides is...equally expected as it is surprising. sorry, Ben just wasn't sure how many of them here were at all open to the possibility of...well, magic, as he said.
bit of an odd one, this one, with...bowing and all. giving a run for Ben's money there, in terms of old fashioned gestures. is he a hipster? Ben sees them on campus often. don't worry, Ben acts just as casually with strangers as he does anyone else: uneasily. ) Ah— right. Yes, well. Ben. I'm Ben, I mean. ( jesus christ, bear mercy and smite him, quickly. )
So, yes, obviously it's magic, but, still — how. ( magic always has ways of being reversed. Ben may not be even halfway to a sorcerer's capability, and while he has only witnessed supernatural phenomenon, rather than the application of magic, Ben is logic-minded. there is always a way around, or through, something like this. )
And from there, how do we get out? As far as I have seen, these mirrors may be cracked, but they don't budge an inch. ( shocking, right? that the most obvious pathway doesn't give way to brute force? Ben glances around again; ) Then again, it was only just me...let's just admit it right now, I am no Andre the Giant. ( self-acceptance is next to godliness. )
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—handsome. Ben blinks. twists at the waist to look behind himself. (looks back to the mirror once that static, prickling feeling haunts the width of his shoulder blades.) that happened? no. maybe?
but, the stranger — or, Eliot — is quick to launch his theories on Ben's supposed 'riddle,' and what he provides is...equally expected as it is surprising. sorry, Ben just wasn't sure how many of them here were at all open to the possibility of...well, magic, as he said.
bit of an odd one, this one, with...bowing and all. giving a run for Ben's money there, in terms of old fashioned gestures. is he a hipster? Ben sees them on campus often. don't worry, Ben acts just as casually with strangers as he does anyone else: uneasily. ) Ah— right. Yes, well. Ben. I'm Ben, I mean. ( jesus christ, bear mercy and smite him, quickly. )
So, yes, obviously it's magic, but, still — how. ( magic always has ways of being reversed. Ben may not be even halfway to a sorcerer's capability, and while he has only witnessed supernatural phenomenon, rather than the application of magic, Ben is logic-minded. there is always a way around, or through, something like this. )
And from there, how do we get out? As far as I have seen, these mirrors may be cracked, but they don't budge an inch. ( shocking, right? that the most obvious pathway doesn't give way to brute force? Ben glances around again; ) Then again, it was only just me...let's just admit it right now, I am no Andre the Giant. ( self-acceptance is next to godliness. )