STORIES
252 - A Rock
Racolo Karanthir
Monday, in Racolo’s office at Magick School ...
RACOLO:
What are you doing in my office and get the hell out of my chair.
KARANTHIR:
I must say Racolo, it's always a joy to see you.
You’re always such a ray of sunshine.
RACOLO:
How'd you even get here? Magick School is hidden.
KARANTHIR:
I walked through your portal, how else?
RACOLO:
You found my portal?
KARANTHIR:
You honestly don't believe I can sense such things?
You under-estimate me dear boy, always have.
RACOLO:
You didn't open any of those books, did you?
KARANTHIR:
And possibly activate a spell-trap? What do you take me for anyway?
ROC:
What do you want?
KARANTHIR:
I'm here for an update. Just what are you doing to return Es to me?
RACOLO:
I'm working on it.
KARANTHIR:
And pray tell – when can I expect some results?
RACOLO:
Hey - I wasn't the one who performed that particular magic on Es.
Syrrah's seeking assistance from her IlluminatA sisters,
but she hasn't given me anything to work with yet.
RACOLO:
… And although I got some help from, not
important, Necromancy is new to me.
KARANTHIR:
Aren't we high strung today? Perhaps you’ve finally realized how
important Es is to you. But I digress – I'm here to offer my services.
RACOLO:
I've told you before you're not my type.
KARANTHIR:
If that was an attempt to be funny it failed miserably. Seriously, I
want to help– not necessarily you, but if there's anything I
can do to speed up the process – well here I am, use me.
RACOLO:
Thanks, but you can't help.
KARANTHIR:
I beg to differ.
RACOLO:
You don't know magic.
KARANTHIR:
I found your portal, didn't I? And let's not forget I’ve been magicked
myself. In addition to that, I'm an elf. We live and breath magic,
even if we don't use it. At the very least, I can browse
through any book written in elvish and translate for you.
RACOLO:
I can read elvish.
KARANTHIR:
Not as quickly or accurately as moi. Trust me
I'm more than qualified to assist.
RACOLO:
OK. I'll get you some books.
KARANTHIR:
While you’re doing that, I was wondering - have you spoken to Grace?
She insists a simple kiss could be the solution. Something about sleeping
princesses waking up from magically induced naps in this manner.
RACOLO:
glares at him
KARANTHIR:
Oh I know it's all fairy tales and folklore, but one shouldn't completely
discredit them. These old tales could be based on some truths.
RACOLO:
Yeah right – like some stupid Disney cartoon is gonna fix this.
KARANTHIR:
In other words - you tried and were unsuccessful.
RACOLO:
Oh shut up!
KARANTHIR:
Too bad. Es would've loved that.
RACOLO:
Yeah, I know.
KARANTHIR:
Perhaps I should kiss her?
RACOLO:
What difference would that make?
KARANTHIR:
Honestly, do I really need to go into that? After all, Es and
I have a ... strong connection and all.
RACOLO:
Start with these. Look for anything on sleep, vampires,
necromancy or resurrection ...
KARANTHIR:
Seriously Racolo, perhaps an elf would have better luck?
RACOLO:
Ya think so huh? Well, I had Shichi kiss her. Grace said it
needed to be a prince. He's an elf and a prince.
And you know what - Es is still asleep.
KARANTHIR:
Shichi's quite the kisser, but he's certainly not moi.
RACOLO:
I wouldn't know – never having kissed either of you.
KARANTHIR:
Why Racolo, is that an invitation?
RACOLO:
There isn't enough tequila in the world.
KARANTHIR:
So it's a challenge then, even better.
RACOLO:
If you want to kiss her go right ahead.
KARANTHIR:
Quite frankly, I wasn't asking your permission.
RACOLO:
Then do it and when that doesn't work – hit the books.
RACOLO:
… Karanthir wait.
KARANTHIR:
You just can’t bear to see me go, can you?
RACOLO:
Here, take this.
KARANTHIR:
A rock? You’re giving me a rock.
RACOLO:
A crystal. It'll act as a key in case any of the books are magically
locked. Wave it over the cover before opening it. Aless was
using it but he's better on the computer.
KARANTHIR:
I see. There’s just one thing - may I have this one?
RACOLO:
That one’s not enchanted.
KARANTHIR:
But I prefer it.
RACOLO:
What difference does it make?
KARANTHIR:
It's purple, and if I'm to be seen with a rock on my person, it should at
least be an attractive one. Seriously, you expect me to be satisfied
with a hand-me-down rock, and a dull one at that! What makes you
think I’ll accept Aless’ sloppy seconds? Don’t you know me at all?
