The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

"I hope so." Ician mutters under his breath, adding a "Goodbye!" just as the both of them leave. The door shuts, and he meanders back to his seat, sits down, and takes a big gulp of water. "Ah... that's better."

"Goodbye Divine." Storm called from his place at the table he concentrated and forced the flames to rise and form a hoof that waved. He withdrew the flames after a few seconds, slowed the rotation on the tornado and allowed the flames to return to their usual colour.

All of this was to reduce the strain on his mind and his magic as he had been using the spell continuously for quite a while "That's all I can do for now." He said apologetically to Joy. "I might be able to do more in a bit."

Aerv clutches his compass even harder in the presence of that earth stallion before opening a portal next to himself and one in the bar, he stretches his free arm through it, grabbing a fifth bottle of vodka and bringing it back to him and closing the portal afterwards.

Ician glances over at Storm. "You make it sound as if it wasn't already impressive."

He then turns back, just in time to see Aerv reach his arm through the portal he had opened. Ician's jaw drops. "How do you do that?"

"Err, magic, I guess?" Aerv says with a weak smile before opening the bottle with magic and drnking it down eagerly.

"Huh." Ician watches with interest. "Whatever magic it is that you have, it is strong, strong magic indeed."

Aerv stops drinking for a moment. "uh-huh, been training it for all my 470 years of life or however old I am.."

"Hm." Ician pauses. "I've often wondered what it's like to live for so long. Some say it's a curse, others a blessing." He leans forward. "Which would you say it is?"

"It would really depend on the subject in question." Aerv says. "As for myself, I take it as a blessing. The world is big and full of surprises, and I plan on stepping on every square meter of it." He says with a somewhat proud smile. "But then again, if you plan on spending most of your life sitting in your home and doing nothing but paperwork, you might aswell call it a curse." Aerv says and finishes his 5th bottle of vodka.

Ician looks away. "I have a feeling that I'll miss my paperwork soon, if things go as I think they will." He then directs his gaze at Aerv again. "I'd like to live longer too, but for a different reason. I... have a dream of a better, happier Equestria. I want to bring that to reality one day, but there's a lot of work to be done to get there, and I'm not sure if I've got enough time to do it."

"Attempt to change the whole country, now that's something. How were you planning on doing that?" Aerv asks as he lets go of his compass, he looks at it and his left eye becomes slightly watery, almost unnoticable.

"Oh, through certain means." He smiles. "I'm still pretty young, but I'm already the co-tactician of the entire Royal Guard. I think I'm making good progress." He takes a sip of water. "It depends on which direction I rise, really, but either way I will gain more influence on my way to the top. And unlike most of Equestria's nobles, I intend to use it to better the world."

"I see." Aerv says before clenching his compass again. "I wish you best of luck with that. Though personally, I think that an individual trying to change the whole country is like taking on a whole army of opposition alone. There will be a strong opposition, no doubt about that. You will really need a titanium will to get through." Aerv says.

"I'd like to think I've got what it takes." Ician says, smiling. "But I will need help, there's no doubt about that. Thank goodness for..." He pauses, and his smile grows wider. "... friends. Perhaps not in high places yet. But just you wait. One day, I will change the world."

"Or Equestria, at least." Aerv says, slightly chuckling and attempting to make the tiny tear in his eye go away. "Friendship is a strong force, it might aswell help you achieve your goals. But for true friendship, there must be trust. Do you trust your 'friends' enough?" Aerv says as he decides to make the tear go away by rubbing his eye.

Ician looks at him. "Do I?" He snorts. "Of course I do. No doubt about that. None at all."

He hesitates. "... I think." And he frowns contemplatively. "Hm."

"Tell me," Aerv begins tring to change the way of conversation. "What feeling do you ponies get while drinking vodka?" He asks.

Storm concentrates forcing his magic once more into the tornado. He elongates the flames contained within and bends them twisting them around each other to form and infinity sign. He holds it for a couple of seconds then cuts off all his magic, the tornado dissipates quickly.

"Vodka?" Ician chuckles. "I must confess to being somewhat averse to alcohol in general. If there's anypony you ought to ask, it's Storm." He gestures to Storm and watches his actions. "I sometimes wonder how he manages to do all that..."

"I mean, most of them say it burns your throat if you take only a shot of it.. yet I feel nothing." Aerv says. "Maybe cause it's used to extremely hot flames..."

Ician rolls his eyes. "Well, no surprise there. If I tried to drink it, though..." He shudders at the thought. "I can't bear to imagine it."

"Years and years of practice." Storm responded to Ician, echoing the words of Griff earlier. "You also need a lot of natural talent and several very strong burn remedies." He takes another drink of his cider while he thinks. "Most ponies say they can't taste vodka because it burns. I just get a fuzzy, numbness."

Ician laughs. "Are the burn remedies for your fire or for the vodka?" His face adopts a more serious expression. "But really, I must say that your skills are really, really impressive. I can only imagine how many years of practice you needed for that."

"Thank you. That was a pretty weak spell to be honest. It's almost impossible for me to make it much bigger without getting scary. I suppose it helps that I use pyromancy almost every day for as long as I'm working." He says, smiling on only half of his face. "I've only shown off a fraction of my abilities so far. I was about ten when I became capable enough to use fire without blowing everything around me too pieces, and I'm forty now."

"Hm." Ician stares at him. "I could really use somepony like you out at the Eastern Sea. Someone with such great power over fire... I don't believe I can imagine the full extent of what you can do."