[Honestly, Viktor had always known on some level that a sharp tongue would land him in trouble. Did that stop him? Of course not, evidenced by the fact that a derisive 'yes, well-' had landed him here. The sheer magnitude of the impossibility was dizzying, but the facts of the situation were undisputable. For a scientist, facts were what mattered above all else. Once the shock and disbelief had begun to fade into the background noise of the immediate situation, there was another problem presented.]
[Viktor hated winter. Miserable cold weather with dry air that chilled the metal of the brace around his leg and aggravated a dozen aches and coughs, icy ground that made for impossible traversal, all of which piled on top of the current predicament to form a sharp sense of aggravation.]
[All told, that was what brought a gaunt and pale man radiating a terrible mood to pull on a coat from the winter market, with only some awkwardness navigating it around the crutch at his side. At least he wouldn't freeze to death immediately, though that left a long list of other problems to sort through. If he was going to be stuck in this place, there was no use dwelling on that fact itself; getting some semblance of 'settled' was going to have to take precedent before he got the hell out of here.]
[ii; lodge]
[A normal person would have considered this something like a vacation. Idyllic, even. Viktor, however, had never been one to comprehend the word 'vacation' in the irst place. Sitting by the fireplace (and in a marginally less foul mood as a result), he was in singleminded concentration over the notebook in front of him and pen in his hand darting across it in scribbled notes and hurried equations. Muttering under his breath in an accent recognizable as something akin to Czech, he seemed utterly lost in whatever he was working on.]
...lacking a specific catalyst, but in a place like this--surely there's some substitute, perhaps not as powerful, but-
Viktor | Arcane
[Honestly, Viktor had always known on some level that a sharp tongue would land him in trouble. Did that stop him? Of course not, evidenced by the fact that a derisive 'yes, well-' had landed him here. The sheer magnitude of the impossibility was dizzying, but the facts of the situation were undisputable. For a scientist, facts were what mattered above all else. Once the shock and disbelief had begun to fade into the background noise of the immediate situation, there was another problem presented.]
[Viktor hated winter. Miserable cold weather with dry air that chilled the metal of the brace around his leg and aggravated a dozen aches and coughs, icy ground that made for impossible traversal, all of which piled on top of the current predicament to form a sharp sense of aggravation.]
[All told, that was what brought a gaunt and pale man radiating a terrible mood to pull on a coat from the winter market, with only some awkwardness navigating it around the crutch at his side. At least he wouldn't freeze to death immediately, though that left a long list of other problems to sort through. If he was going to be stuck in this place, there was no use dwelling on that fact itself; getting some semblance of 'settled' was going to have to take precedent before he got the hell out of here.]
[ii; lodge]
[A normal person would have considered this something like a vacation. Idyllic, even. Viktor, however, had never been one to comprehend the word 'vacation' in the irst place. Sitting by the fireplace (and in a marginally less foul mood as a result), he was in singleminded concentration over the notebook in front of him and pen in his hand darting across it in scribbled notes and hurried equations. Muttering under his breath in an accent recognizable as something akin to Czech, he seemed utterly lost in whatever he was working on.]
...lacking a specific catalyst, but in a place like this--surely there's some substitute, perhaps not as powerful, but-
[iii; wildcard]
[whatever tbh, i'm easy]