Warren's Story

[charisstoma]

Prompt #122 - colour_ink_draw

Title: Asking for a Favor
Wizards World- Erhard & Warren
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

“Warren? Can you do me a favor? Pleeeeeease.” Warren thought that Erhard had gotten himself into enough trouble already but he’d been his partner in crime since forever and had had the therapy to prove it.

Patiently applying colour to the ink drawing, “What do you want Erhard? Please not anything that Papa Brian is going to want to skin us over.”

Trying to look innocent, Erhard focused his eyes on his brother. “There’s this DVD...”

“That one?!” At his brother’s nod, sighing “Alright, I’ll draw the conjuring spell at school but if we get into trouble, I’m blaming you.”

Title: Bad Night Out.- (Wizards World -Warren & Erhard)
Word count: 586

The last words, well almost the last words cause I love you was the last, that Papa Brian said to Warren was to not let Erhard get him into trouble and that if anyone tried anything to think ‘what his fathers would do in those circumstances‘. Warren hid his smile at that under shiny eyed repressed tears; he was a big cat and big cats don’t cry for their daddies when being left off a school.. Much.

‘Papa Brian was right to warn him about not getting dragged into trouble.’ Erhard had said they were going to a nice quiet place to get a nip. It was as they entered the door after paying the entrance fees while showing, ’where did Erhard get fake IDs?!’, and the tantalizing smells hit him that he realized where his brother had brought him. The sign over the bar might have been a clue too, Kitty Catnip Emporium blazed in neon green light.

A hissed, “Erhard!” had only earned him a flash of a smile.

“Lighten up, bro. You need to experience life a little.” Erhard didn’t say it but it was implied, ‘and maybe get laid.’

Warren poofed into kitten form, loudly saying to one and all just how young he was. He was dying of embarrassment and ran out of the bar before they could pick him up by the scruff of his neck and toss him out. There’d been a few cat calls and some bats to his tail as he made for the door. A pissed off Erhard had followed soon after, also in kitten form, sitting down a short distance away and grooming himself. Warren felt a momentary vicious sense of satisfaction that Erhard finally knew how he felt because he was pretty sure that those bats he’d , and probably Erhard, experienced on the way out could be classified as minor, uninhibited, catnip induced, sexual assaults. ‘See therapy did help.’

Walking over to his brother, he gave him a nose touch and a head butting. ‘How about we go back to the dorms and chill.’ and watched as Erhard had brightened at the idea. Warren knew that he was remembering a certain DVD that Warren had, for him, conjured from home.

Two young kittens out scampering in the night are more than likely to cause doting smiles at the cute, if it were a blissfully ignorant human catching them at it. The person who confronted them coming onto school grounds, as they tumbled over each other in playing chase, was not ignorant of what they were. They were students who had been where they shouldn‘t be, for did they really think the catnip bar wouldn‘t call about some underage familiars, more than probably students of the school?

Hearing the stern voice calling, “Hold it right there,” Warren knew they were busted if he didn’t do something fast. Biting his brother quickly, he mumbled the spell to send him back to his room and waited just long enough to receive his brother’s ‘thanks’ back before running for a bush and starting his own sending conjuration. Except that that voice was not to be ignored he found, as he heard a geas being laid on him to appear at a certain office at a certain time tomorrow. As he popped into his own room, there was fear of what was going to happen to him tomorrow because one could not dispbey a geas but there was wonder too. “So that’s how a magical compulsion was done.”


Title: Theogrin
Word count: 1188

Feeling the geas pulling on him through the night made it difficult to sleep. As morning approached, he gave up, sitting at his desk trying to study and then when that was undoable, pacing. Often he’d find the doorway in front of him, waking with the chill of the metal knob in his hand.

Luckily he had no classes that day, a consideration when he’d agreed to go out with Erhard last night. Before even the sun thought of rising, he’d showered and dressed neatly, stepping outside and let the geas pull him to wherever it demanded. If he arrived too early, which seemed a real possibility since most sane people would still be in bed, all the better. Perhaps the geas would let him sleep when he arrived where he was going. Oversleeping shouldn’t be a problem unless he sleepwalked into his meeting. Warren assumed the geas might wake him … or the professor would.

It was outside a heavy oak door that the geas released it’s pull. Some kind soul had left several chairs nearby for visitors to sit. Warren wondered how many students had been where he was in the predawn hours. More than three to judge by the number of chairs waiting. If placed lengthwise a person could lie across them in an uncomfortable sort of bed. He did better and transformed into his kitten form, settling into a round ball of fur on one hard wood chair seat, not even waking when he was lifted and brought inside to be placed on a blanket in a open desk drawer and left to sleep.

‘Oh such bliss, to wake to fingers scratching behind his ears along the line of his jaw.’ Warren arched his neck to the side to try to tempt those fingers to further scratching, ‘running his motor’ as Brian use to call it when any of the kittens were purring. The wonderful hand disappeared and sleepily he tried prying his eyes open while going into a full yawning stretch, just stopping before bumping his nose by a whisker in the process.

‘That isn’t my headboard,’ was his first thought and then he remembered where he had to be and was in a panic to run out the door for his appointment except he didn’t know where that was or when and he’d … a hand came down on him preventing this explosion of activity.

“Be calm,” said a voice and Warren had heard that voice before. Opening his eyes wide, he realized he was on a Bunched up blanket in a deep drawer looking up at the wizard from last night’s debacle.




Theogrin looked down into the round large eyes of the teenaged Bengal kitten watching the panic rise and gripped the neck ruff before he made a mad scramble out of the drawer. “Be calm,” he said again lifting the kitten out to set him onto his desk still holding on.

“Now I think the chair in front of my desk would better serve you for our talk and of course human form. We weren’t well introduced last night, were we?”, so saying as he released him.

He had ample opportunity to admire the tawny coloring with the leopard rosettes marbling the lanky cat. Gracefully, the familiar dropped down to make the walk to the chair, leaping up to compose himself in the seat and started to groom himself. Theo expected a bit of grooming, after all the feline nature was strong in cat familiars but the grooming was lasting longer than it should.

Clearing his throat, Theogrin tried reclaiming the kitten’s attention. “Enough. Human form please,” and watched as a couple more licks were administered before the boy turned. The tawny coloring carried through into his human form, streaked with darker shades through his hair and dark brows over jewel green eyes. Beyond lovely and not legal yet to judge by appearances, protecting him would be important and not just from other wizards. Sighing at the task he’d set himself, he began.

“As I said, we did not have an opportunity for introductions. I am Professor Theogrin and I specialize in the field of Conjuration. Your performance last night was impressive for one your age and judging by the situation under which we met, you,” he pointed for emphasis, “require a mentor.” Leaning back in his chair, “So how about we start again. You introduce yourself and tell me more about the young familiar that I find in my office applying to be my student.”

The damn of words broke open with a hesitant trickle nurtured by his relaxed attentive nods into a thoughtful composed recital. The kitten was named Warren ibn Balthazar al-Duke-Brian; almost 15 years old, he had four older brothers, three same age brothers who were here at school with him, ‘and please sir, could you teach me how to do the compulsion spell from last night?’

He’d smiled and explained that laying a geas on someone was not done lightly and was graduate level study. When he was older and more mature, they’d see; and he was to not try figuring it out before hand like so many other young idiots.

If Warren wanted to try out new spells, at least in the beginning, Theogrin would be there with him monitoring. Once they were both aware of Warren’s capabilities they’d discuss any spells, running through them once or twice. Then and only then, if Warren was able enough, he might practice them on his own in the Spellnasium, where there was always a resident wizard for emergencies

Before all that though, there was a ‘shit load’, amused he watched the boy’s eyes widen, of studying that needed to be done. Warren should purchase himself a book to take notes in, where he could do drawings and record the spell experiments as he worked on them. Additionally he should have another book for recording the spells as he mastered them and a diary would also be an excellent idea. All of this was in addition to his regular class work.

Theogrin would be in touch with Warren’s other teachers to keep tabs on his progress. Above all, Warren was to come to Theogrin if ever he had a problem and even when he didn’t. He’d expect him for one meal during the week, Tuesdays if that worked best, and on another day for studying together.

It was a very happy familiar kitten who left his study, bouncing out the door on his little black padded paws. He watched through the window, as a spotted golden mist of tawny fur raced across the school lawn taking detours to leap up half way onto tree trunks before continuing on. Smiling he contacted the requisite persons to enter the changes to Warren ibn Balthazar al-Duke-Brian’s school record and to obtain his home address. He started composing a letter to Warren’s parents to advise them of the changes; he thought it best to make friendly overtures to them if things went the way he hoped. They would want to know about who the wizard was that their kitten was associating.

Comments

[saskia399.livejournal.com]

Just when I need a conjurer, you write one *huge grin* Very nice!

Is this Theogrin trustworthy? You understand, I'm not asking just for Warren or curiosity ^_^ There's a whole shit load of Plot being driven onto my side walk by a shit load of plunnies (yes I like that word you taught me ^_^).

Can you tell me some rules and limitations on Conjuring? or do I need to go up onto the attic to look for that D&D book#_# *wipes imaginary dust from clothes* Can he transport someone over a longer distance? Or does that require assistance of some other discipline? Preferably one of the other family members^_^ They're turning into quite the Clan *grins* *ouch* and there's another vicious bite *rubs bite*

Nice icon btw ^_^

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

LOL I thought of you when I read 'shit load' can't think why? *giggle*

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, Theogrin is very trustworthy. He's going to have trouble with resisting Warren's appeal until he's of age.

I will have to go see what my son's book says. *grins* A tiny bit was touched on in Erhard's Story where he had to look up the information that was revealed on his student records about being a "Booster".

If I remember correctly, yes living creatures/people can be summoned but unlike with objects, once the spell is over the living being automatically is returned back per the book. We can change that, will need to look at it. The book is just a jumping off place.

And [oh shit. oh shit. oh shit.] I am so sorry, my appologies to your family for corrupting you. *GRINS* You are using the phrase correctly but probably too much in one sentence. *giggling* Moderation so as not to minimize impact.
'Cluster Fuck' is also a good phrase for when things go wrong in a large way; although you wouldn't think so, since that sounds kind of nice with proper lubrication if needed.
I can just see you forgetting and dropping one of those into your work environment. *head desk* I'm going to go eat now.

[saskia399.livejournal.com]

I DO know how to use appropriate language according to circumstance... I don't think my colleagues will hear my use of this language. Although privately, I'm very eager to learn *_*

Thank you for this info, sent you message with some brainstorm questions. There's a large storm brewing in the Wizard world. Do you know if Meridae already has an idea what kind of Wizz Warne is?

*hugs*

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Have done research, now to distill it and spit it back out for you.

Meri did give an inkling of what Warne is here (http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/188489.html?thread=1276489#t1276489). *grins* The book is useful. Was about to open another book but my eyes were hurting/itch like you wouldn't believe so I left the book down and then watched the child 'who picks nothing up' pick the book up, close it and put it back in a pile of books he stores on the floor in the living room. Yes, there is a designated shelf in a bookcase for them.

[meridae.livejournal.com]

I don't have the books you guys have, but I believe Warne is a transfiguration/transmutation kinda guy - basically, anything involving changing something (be that animal, mineral or vegetable) from one form or another, and he's your guy. He can't create something out of nothing though. Does that make sense?

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Yes, that makes perfect sense and is in agreement with what all is happening in the Management of Erhard chapter. *grins* That seems to be where Erhard is moving towards though he's getting a generalized overall education that will make him a Booster par-excellence.

[meridae.livejournal.com]

So ironically, Erhard would make a better familiar for Warne than Ranel? Cos I don't know where Ranel's specialties like yet! ALthough, at least Ranel will be sure that Warne loves him for him, not the boost he can give to magical power.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Warne doesn't need a Booster so Erhard would be a waste with him. This will make for interesting discussions over the holiday table with all the relatives there. Adds 'whose magic specialization is better', to the list with politics and religion as topics that should be avoided.

[meridae.livejournal.com]

So what is Bazaar and Duke's specialties?

And remind me what type of cat each of them is? Warne is a monster tabby, Ranel is black and slinky, Warren is a bengal, Amur is a russian or british blue . . . Erhard is??? And the older litter?

World building *head desk*

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Those were all questions that I was just thinking about and so far have no answer for.
Balthazar in feline form is black which is a color that the Bengal breed doesn't yet recognize but exists. The fact that he can change, without the aid of Duke's urine, and change Brian makes me think that Balthazar is in the same speciality as Warne and maybe why he was so knowledgable/accepting of Warne initially. He has some idea of who Warne is.

Brian is something tawny Somali.
http://www.petfinder.com/videos/cat-breeds/?bcid=50688227001

Duke as a Snowshoe. http://www.petfinder.com/cat-breeds/Snowshoe the breed thinks it's a people.

Balthazar is a Black Bengal

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

You're print went really small and when I made it bigger it went off screen *pout* I like this Theogrin :) I was thinking vampire! Loved the placing him in a draw and stroking him :) CUTE and the bouncing up trees, lovely.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Lj was doing those odd things again this morning. Nothing serious but the posting was slow and then it gave me the left hand panel of options instead of the center listed options of viewing or editting the entry just made. Maybe they are tinkering in the background again. PLEASE let it just be that. Then again I was tinkering with the entry too.

Yes, Placing him in that deep bottom drawer that many desks have, leaving it open so he was easy to watch while doing other things at his desk. How to wake a familiar properly, Brian did it wrong but that turned out well. Warren is a very happy kitten, but I don't think you can tell that, can you. *grins*
Glad you liked this and I've corrupted Saskia *head desk*
Now Food. Needful.

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

I do so like that image of a sleepy familiar in the draw, convenient for cuddles while working, and the clear admiration of his colours and polite getting to know his parents :) purrrrrrrrrr

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Theogrin is a 'good' wizard. *grins* I like him.

[frogs_of_war]

Warren looks like he's headed for a good time. His a smart kitten and very precocious.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Warren is one lucky kitten to have been caught under the geas of Professor Theogrin. I'm hoping for good things. Muses willing, and the river don't rise.