Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20150930205952/@comment-27143257-20151103222816

Octavius would wander through Dawnstar, rubbing his head. He'd spent the last few nights hammering his mind to learn a new spell, one he figured he'd love for many years to come: Telekenesis. He'd tested it, of course. Numerous times. At this point, due to his quick learning, one could consider him an expert at it. Walking along the road, he tried to recall last week's events if there were any. Hmm... not that, happened 2 weeks ago, the Imperial thought to himself. ''Was that this week? No, that's next week... Oh! Oh, those adventurers! Something about... about a Daedra! Yes! There it is! Some elf wanted to gather a group of people to fight some Daedra.'' He pondered the thought a moment. ''Hmm, could be interesting. Might get me a septim or two. I could buy more tomes, learn more spells, and such. But, I could also die. Who am I kidding? I already have my soul stored in a soul gem! ''Octavius chuckled to himself, deciding he would follow the trail of the adventurers.



A few steps later, Octavius discovered something. He was a master of the arcane, an expert in alchemy, and had a silver tongue when it came to getting what he needed.

But unless his silver tongue could drink a magical potion to enable him to track in this weather, he wasn't going to get anywhere. Sighing, Octavius would head to his home, a defeated look evident on his face, but invisible due to his cowl. Opening the door, he would walk in, trudging to his room and falling onto his bed. He sighed, going to take a rest and forget about his brief moment of excitement when a voice interrupted the sweet, sweet silence.

"Are you really going to give up? After that pitiful first try?" The voice sniggered. Strange, it sounded oddly familiar...

"Go away," Octavius mumbled through his mattress. Whoever it was, the Imperial obviously knew him well enough to not even look up to speak to him.

"I can't. I'm you," The voice-- Octavius-- replied, in an almost frighteningly casual tone.

"Don't remind me," The almost-sleeping, first Octavius responded, "Just go away. Please."

"You know I can't do that. Not that I would, after seeing that pitiful attempt. Not even the Greybeards might have concealed a smirk if they saw that."

"If you think insults are going to get me to change my mind, forget it. Don't forget, that was also your 'pitiful attempt,' wise one."

The second Octavius would sigh, "Look. I think we should go and follow those adventurers."

"Really? Never would've guessed."

"I'm serious. You need it, I need it, we both need it."

"And how do you propose we follow them?"

"Simple. Hire a tracker."

The first Octavius perked his head up, launching his body upward into a sitting position seconds after. "You're... you're right! We've got plenty of trackers here!"

The second Octavius grinned, "Just admit I'm smarter than you and we'll be even."

"Like hell I will. Come on, let's go find ourselves a tracker."

(Side Note: Octavius talks to his conscience usually to keep him from going insane. He can, due to a spell he performed a while back in the College of Winterhold that went wrong. He was supposed to be able to clone himself, but some unknown variable altered the spell during performance and caused another him to be recreated, but in his mind, only visible to himself. I did this to make my posts have a bit more depth and be more than just a one-liner. :D)