abraxaslogs | Now that you're actually not cool, I kinda like you better. (Open/Closed)

It's a busy day in the markets, and he's wandering with a list scribbled in the notebook he has in hand of what he's supposed to be looking for: a couple items for the loft, some supplies for the gardening he's been working on, and then maybe some other miscellaneous things that'd help out his roommates if he can find them here.

Normally he'd be walking from shop to stop instead to cut down on spending time looking, but there's new stalls to investigate with offerings from both Aquila and Libertas. Why not take advantage of that and that the weather's not too warm to be outside just yet?

While peering down an aisle to see if it might be a good place to look for some small bowls for ingredients, he spots a familiar figure. That's reason enough for him to approach, though when Claude looks at the weapons - and the range of them - he raises an eyebrow even while putting on a smile in greeting.

"Thinking about picking up something from here, are you? Not a bad idea if you're planning to head out into the desert any time soon."

"Oh, no. Been out of the city once already. And I made the good call of bringing someone tall and stabby who loves horseback riding with me." Abby has no illusions she's capable of defending herself. Which as a modern woman who due to circumstances had to become self sufficient feels really boxed in not being able to leave the city.

But as someone who is tiny and never held a weapon before in her life has very mixed feelings about starting. She let Geralt do all the fighting while she hid and did not die. It was the best call.

"Just- wondering who the fuck I'd be if I was someone who knew how to kill." Questioning the exact distances she could go as a person was pretty much her main souvenir from the Feywilds. She got to see herself with confidence, see herself without her baggage, see potentials for who she could be if she wasn't who she is. And it just left her with more questions. "If that were me, the way this stuff is a lot of people here."

That gets a laugh from him, since - "It certainly sounds like you have things covered on that front then. Heading out into the desert with someone who knows what they're doing makes that initial trip out there a little easier."

Lightly enough since the desert's still full of dangers even with a weapon in hand - or someone serving as a guard (of sorts) to go along with that. There's the fleeting thought that even being experienced hadn't him and Sylvain any when the Acolytes appeared, but that's a little too close to things he still doesn't want to dwell on.

Claude picks up a dagger to examine it but stops short and blinks at the handle at Abby's next words. A curious sidelong look follows her way next as she continues and he studies her, contemplating that and the weight of the weapon in his hand. Not bad, he thinks, but not the best for practicality since it's on the heavy side so he sets it back and looks at Abby properly.

"That's a little heavy to be contemplating in the middle of a busy market," he says lightly enough. There's a lot of potential paths for where such a thought could go, and he's not going to get ahead of it with an answer without knowing which direction it's headed first - even with the mention of that being reality for so many people here. Including himself. "All this brought on by shopping today, or something else?"

"My world has devices, magic little things that give you access to every fact and every lie ever told in all of human history." A simplistic way to describe the internet, but hardly wrong. The boxes give you all sorts of useful tools and worthless bullshit, and it was up to you to see through it. "Which is to say I'm very fucking bored and deep thoughts are really all I got going on."

Relying on others worked for now, and there won't really be a version of her that would feel safer on her own compared to relying on the many more skilled Summoned she had access to. Even once she can turn her magic into more than just a parlor trick.

She was smart, and attentive, and the smart thing was to recognize people who knew how to just fucking stab things and put them between her and things in need of stabbing.

"Thoughts like these aren't really for sale in the market, but between learning magic and the feywilds I've had a lot of new information to try and work through." She could leave it alone, just- not poke at it. "But I guess I came back with some baggage, or maybe a clutch or something else more on theme."

"Oh, is that the internet?" Claude says this casually enough, but - that's about the extent of it that he knows about when someone was kind enough to explain it to him once. It's lived in the back of his mind ever since, however, including after someone else told him about different perils of it, abstract as that still was. Still helpful for knowing when someone's referencing it, though. "I've heard a bit about that from others. Seems like it'd be helpful in a lot of ways."

Or something like that. That's more of a placeholder to keep the conversation moving since while Claude does have some interest in the internet, it's not what he's really looking to talk about at this point in time. He's pretending to contemplate another dagger where it rests on the table even if it's more of a guise to study her from the corner of his eye while waiting for an answer to the rest.

An easy enough smile settles on his face at the mention of baggage since he's not forgotten that little reference. That also helps clarify - kind of - where it is this conversation might be going as he looks back up once more.

"When you put it that way, you wouldn't be the first to arrive here with it or gather some new ones or something extra up since thanks to something that's happened here if that helps at all. But I suppose when it comes to who or what you're hoping to kill depends on which variety we're talking about, considering it might make the answer might vary."

"Helpful is a strong word." A library with all of human knowledge would be better if it didn't also have the same odds to fucking lie, or say fascist shit. Of course she hadn’t checked all the books in Cadens, maybe some of them just say ‘kys’ on the first page and the rest are blank. She’s not a nerd, she doesn’t read for fun.

As to his questions, she was more than aware that he asked, and looked for, different things when his mind was on the task. She also knew better than to think his casual handling of the weapons wasn't in some way involved in the topic at hand.

Which just made honesty a little easier. But for the opposite reason she was honest with Geralt. Geralt she told the truth because it was easy, Claude just seemed difficult to lie to. Did she want to kill? She didn't know. She felt a little sick at the idea, but not sick enough to say she couldn't. And this was all theoretical, if she was faced with her or them, she didn't know how that'd go.

"I'm not hoping to kill anyone. I'd like to avoid kidnapping, cults, and whatever the fuck Thorne is about as long as I can. I'd like to smoke weed, buy clothes, and ogle pretty people and not get involved in shit." Her gift from the Horizon was the ability to hide, but it had limits. The more attentive a person was, and less control she had over her environment, the easier it was for her to be caught. Her trials rarely let her pass active guards without being seen (unless in a crowd). While she could easily vanish into the bustle of the city better than she had any right to. "But if I can't run and hide, I would at least like to maim them a little so I can run and hide better. Or more, if even that doesn't get me free."

There's a slight hum from him in acknowledgment, something that's more like putting a bookmark on that thought for later when it comes to the internet - even if it also matches the warning Wilhelm had given him about what could be possible on it, and even if Claude still doesn't really have much of an idea of what that means.

It's not the important part here, though: it can wait. Everything else is more critical to know and far more relevant to being here, and while she thinks he simply waits and contemplates the stand before them. That's worth the wait since he finds out - a lot, and that's something he appreciates. While he appreciates putting his skills to work to flush out answers, it's equally nice to get them simply by asking, too. A couple seconds go by while he evaluates that, quietly pulls the sentences apart mentally to inspect them before putting them back together again, and then finds his own response.

"There's value in knowing how to defend yourself no matter what your intention is behind it and whether it needs to escalate from there or not. That's before going out into the desert since Cadens has crime like any other larger city, and the desert has both bandits and monsters. And, of course, there's Thorne. Or Solvunn's exiled, for something even more recent."

All of this still feels like it's circling around something he's yet to figure out, so when Claude looks back to her again this time it's with a more questioning gaze to ask without really asking. "If you're looking to learn how to defend yourself rather than go on the offensive, I can teach you that. Unfortunately I have more than my own fair share in experience there."

"In the city I'm more than capable of keeping out of trouble. When I want to." There wasn't an ounce of uncertainty there. Within the walls of the city, on the streets and among the people avoiding crime and danger is easy. One step into a crowded street and nobody can keep her in sight. She's tested this time and again, it was easy. Someone would need to be going out of their way to attack her, in particular, and have magic and power on their side.

And she just wasn't worth that.

She wasn't looking for a teacher, yet. Well, she was, she just wasn't sure who the teacher would be. Other than not Geralt. That was easy. Claude she figured had a hand in some unsavory events. The degree and extent she couldn't gather, she assumed he didn't instigate it, but that's as far as that whent. The way their little dance went cemented some thoughts. So if he was looking for surprise at his revelation, he'll get none of that. Just some deadpan commentary, "Politics really must be cutthroat in your world. Is that why you keep examining knives?"

He could just be keeping his hands busy, but that thought didn't lead anywhere useful to poke at with a stick.

There's probably enough he could parse out of that first answer on its own, but when she turns the conversation back to him and his appraisal of the weapons it gets a quick laugh from him. "I'd say it was more like life being complicated before anything else, but adding politics in didn't exactly help. Being able to use weapons didn't come about because of either, though, since I'd had a combat instructor when I was young. Pretty standard for where I'm from."

While true, Claude can also admit that's the rather boring answer to give in response. It's a safe one, sure, in the way it doesn't reveal much besides the very surface level of Fodlan, but still. He holds up a finger a half second later just to signal there's more to add to that. But not about him, of course.

"Anyway, all of that leads to being able to offer some solid recommendations here for when it comes to what you want to train with. Like, for example," bringing that hand over to tap the hilt of a short stiletto dagger, "these are handy for concealing up a sleeve or in a boot for easy reach or as a backup to a main weapon. You can probably assume whoever you're against has one too, but having one of your own is preferable to not, generally speaking."

There's also some elaborate knives with deadly sharp blades just a couple rows away, so for good measure - "Those are probably best for being identified quickly if you mean to use them against someone, so not my first choice."

"So everyone in your world is trained to fight?" It felt like the right question. The way he spoke of it fighting was inevitable, so you learned or you died. It wasn't quite the same sense she got from Geralt, who fought because he could. And others couldn't. Evil puppeteer churches felt like they'd make people believe the world was safer, right?

She listens, splitting between looking at the knives, and then looking at Claude. Specifically his sleeves, and his boots. Since those were the spots he called out to hide a weapon. Trying to spot where he might have one since he's certain she should assume others are carrying. "So the pretty knives are bad, and the boring knives are good."

She isn't sure she likes that, or if that's what he meant to convey. Of course, a second weapon implies a first, and she has no idea what that'd even be for her. The desert was hard a good first experience other than 'didn't die or have clothes melted off' which she will just take and count her blessings.

"More or less. Nobles are expected to and usually go through some kind of combat training whether it's when you're young like I was or later if you go to an academy like I also did. Commoners also learn, so that's not to leave them out, but on that much I only know what I heard from my friends about their experiences."

With a shrug since all of his experience is within the bounds of nobility, and in that regard Abby's question can certainly be answered yes. He's since come to understand that several of the Summoned come from worlds where this isn't the case, but it was easy enough to bring from one reality to another for him - both for self-defense and for a way to make money though the latter's practiced solely on monsters. As for the other kind of, sort of question -

"I wouldn't say the pretty ones are bad," he answers with a laugh and a short shake of his head. "I phrased that poorly. It's more like they're better for not hiding and meant to be shown off, but probably not for any kind of fight since at that point you'd be better finding a knife meant for it. Nothing wrong with having a couple on hand either way, though."

There's probably more than just knives around here somewhere considering this market is the same one where he'd picked up his first bow a while back, and Claude glances down the line of stalls to one that's a couple over from where they are and covered in various supposed objects for enchantments, then nods his head that way to direct Abby's attention towards it. "Of course, there's always the route of magic, even if the Free Cities seem to be fond of applying it to technology compared to the other places here."

"So you're expected to fight, and not all the people you have the money to hire to protect you from other people that can fight?" That's the part that sticks out to her, poor people having to fight, in a world of constant strife, makes sense. Rich people? They have money, money means they don't have to fight usually.

"So pretty knives are fine if they're practical. Even if the practical ones usually look basic and won't go with my outfit." She's not that girl, but sometimes she is that girl. And why would she want the boring knife when there's a pretty one with a skull pommel. Eventually she will get the hang of what he's selling.

Abby glances down the row to the enchantments stall. Her expression is a little longing and a little sad. Followed quickly by a hasty evaluation of how many people are looking their way and at what she's doing. She drums her fingers on the stall and with each tap of a finger a small cloud, the size of a marble, forms. Popping up out of the stall. Like daisies! "Julie's not teaching me a ton of destructive shit because she doesn't want me burning her house down before she's moved in."

Truly a travesty, not being taught destructive magic when she's been at it for a few weeks. And yes Abby's lament of her education came out as whiny and sullen as you'd expect it to be.

"Not really. Plenty of nobles send others to fight their fights for them and remain away from any battlefields, and that was certainly true of the older lords I ruled with. But I've never been a fan of asking others to do something I wouldn't do myself."

That's the least anyone can do in his opinion, given it involves asking soldiers to step away from their lives - or lose them. There's probably plenty of valid reasons to not have been out there, too, but Claude shrugs again. It'd worked out as well as war can.

The knives, on the other hand, seem to not be working out quite so much and after turning back from the magic-related stall he studies Abby carefully again for a moment until the formation of the clouds catches his eye. There's no eyebrow raised outwardly, but there certainly is internally since that's impressive in its own right. A mention of Julie teaching her magic gets a nod from him. Though he's more familiar with Julie in passing after they'd talked for a while from his arrival, he knows she's been here for quite a while. She'll make an excellent tutor when it comes to magic.

"Fire is rather dangerous, even before we add in being in the middle of a desert in a dry season on top of that." He's more than a little amused, partially at Abby's sake for being seemingly distraught over that and also because it's not unlike the reaction of another mage he knows well from the days of learning magic. "Luckily for you, I wasn't necessarily talking about that."

Mostly because he doesn't know any himself, but - "How would you feel about learning wind magic? Think of it as being doubly useful now that we're in the summer months as mentioned."

"Adrenaline junkie?"

Abby was looking into 'how not to die' which seemed perfectly reasonable with all the potentially lethal things in this world, three nations summoning people for- something. Two other nations with dicey connections to the other three. Monsters, criminals, mushroom cults, elder gods. Learning how not to die just seemed smart.

She was not planning to rush into danger if she could avoid it.

While Abby was still looking at the knives, they didn't feel right. She might want one anyway, and training to use it. Just- she's small, it's small. People bleed out super fast if you stab them the right way. Of course, her powers don't work if she causes too much of a ruckus. Which stabbing a person in the neck probably qualifies as. And people are tall.

But they are small and pretty and good for stabbing.

"Wind magic?" She rolls the idea around in her head. Perking up a little as she works the problem. "I don't- know how to picture wind." She'd figured out three things. She needed to touch the source of magic in the world to cast. She had to direct it into an object to get a result. And she needed to form the magic in her mind. Clouds and glitter were pictured, she could do water. Fire the few times she tried in the Horizon.

But Wind isn't really visible to picture.

There's a slight smile from him at that, considering - there's probably some truth in there. Risks are something Claude's fond of, though prior to the war most of them had been ones that were all but guaranteed to work in his favor thanks to some very careful planning for an ideal outcome and then all others. That applies less to being in battle where there's even more variables despite deliberate strategy being put into motion.

It's not relevant to here either as Abby considers wind magic from what she knows, or so he assumes. There's a subtle brightening there from moments ago which seems like a good sign on top of the magic practice she's already been doing with Julie to give a sort of base understanding even if Abraxan magic differs in many ways from the kind he knows.

"What about picturing it less specifically, like rather than wind itself to move on to what wind can do?" If that's even a decent substitute for what he's hearing as the possible place to stumble, and if so: for that he has a solution.

Fortunately for Abby, it's not any of the academy textbooks in the Horizon (for now), as he nods again in a different direction to lead the way towards different stalls. This row of them specializes in fabrics of all kinds. They also include different weights that'll both help with the demonstration and make it - hopefully - less obvious that there's magic at play.

Without any fanfare, Claude casually lifts a couple fingers and sends a gentle breeze ruffling along the hanging items for sale to mimic the occasional breeze coasting through the market before he turns to Abby with a raised eyebrow. "That's the less impressive version since I found out the hard way locals don't always like it when you use magic right in front of them. The stronger spell I know was able to send Steve Rogers across a broken down building." A mutual sending, but this is the scale he's chosen to use.

Not picturing wind can, maybe, work. Or it could just make something else happen. She hasn't fucked up her spellwork too badly. Except that one accidental glitterbomb when the spell kind of exploded in a way she totally didn't want it to and we're just- going to focus better next time and not end up having to wash glitter off of everything.

Again.

Still, she follows, and watches, and thinks about how to picture wind without picturing wind. She's just- turning her feelings into a picture, and telling the source of magic to do that. So she just has to figure out a feeling of wind that isn't a picture, right? Maybe practicing this in public, in the markets, is a bad plan that could cause trouble. But she is curious to see if it works, and the fabrics are a good test target.

So if it goes wrong she'll just run away and it'll be Claude's problem.

Abby picks a wall of the stall aimed at the fabrics. Her magic needing to come from somewhere. Begins tapping her fingers against her leg, a steady increasing drum as she works. And the feeling of a breeze whipping through her hair, the winds cutting into the sweltering heat of a summer day. Then presses her hand into the side of the stall.

The spell surges through the stall wall essentially turning the entire side into an invisible fan, forcing a surge of air through the hanging fabrics. It's a little stronger than she anticipated and a few of the lighter fabrics are whipped right off their hangs and some medium weight fabrics awkwardly snag and wrap around themselves.

Shit. "Um, I guess that works right?"

As Abby prepares to cast the spell, Claude watches curiously to see what the difference might be between her own magic and what he'd learned what feels like in another lifetime and then some ago. At first it doesn't seem to be visibly different since to him it looks like she's calling upon something. With success, because the sudden burst of wind sends the fabrics askew and there's a second where he blinks while the rest of the market looks around puzzled, and then he thinks: whoops.

Though Claude's not one to be in someone's personal space without considerable warning or far more friendship involved, as the fabrics rustle up to create enough minor chaos for them to slip away, he takes the chance to do just that after throwing an arm around Abby's shoulders to bring her along with.

"It totally works. Just pretend like we're browsing things and have no idea what happened," he says while making their way to the end of that aisle to duck into another one before letting her go. He might also be doing a poor job of not laughing as he says it though it's not at Abby's expense - it's something more like delight even if the merchants and vendors they left behind are still grumbling away over having to clean up after that sudden gust of wind. "That was good! Far better than the first time I tried casting it myself considering I think I barely even got a leaf on the ground to blow away."

Not idle flattery since magic never has been his forte, and not even having the Singularity as a boost (or whatever it is that's helping them) seems to have made much of a difference for him. "Something tells me you'll be up for also sending Steve flying in no time if you'd like to learn that particular spell. Otherwise this wouldn't be a half bad option for making an escape either even if it's not fire."

Abby's not much of one for physical contact, and had Claude been a little slower there wouldn't be an Abby for him to steer off. Letting her shadows hide her from the world which- well, ghosting friends is rude but also she was pretty well told to avoid this.

Doing this. Doing this bad.

"I wanted smaller," Abby answered, dismissing the praise outright. As she was aware of how to do big, big wasn't easy but it was something she could do. She sagged a little because she did overdo it, she'll need to eat soon. Although she wasn't quite aware of how hard she pushed at the moment, "When I picture clouds or water, the amount gets created by my head. I had to- feel winds? Fucking shouldn't have tried in public."

Okay, so figuring out the limits on her magic would definitely be a thing to do elsewhere. Probably the Horizon. Her magic was hers, so this was really on her to figure out the finer points of. If the size of the stall wall mattered for how big the wind was. She didn't intend to grab so much power, or maybe part of her did? Magic was fucking confusing. "I still probably need to learn some sort of weapon. If nothing else it'll mean I have something to direct my magic through. But I think I need food, and we probably need to get out of here if we're the only Summoned in the Markets."

Abby is trying to avoid fame and infamy if she can, thank you very much.

There's a moment where he's tempted to raise an eyebrow. This isn't the first time they've talked and he's thought of Lysithea, though this time it's the self-reprimand Abby gives herself for not doing what she'd aimed to do with magic. And he knows how he'd respond if it was Lysithea before him, what with years of friendship and teasing to pave the way for it, but he thinks better of that here.

"Imagining the feeling of wind might not've been the best instruction I could've offered there," he acknowledges with a shrug of his shoulders. Claude also spares a glance the direction they'd come from while pretending to squint at a stall they'd walked by like it has his interest and it's totally not a cover for seeing what the scene looks like behind them before he turns back around. "Probably for the best I never ended up as a professor of Faith or Reason magic since my students would've suffered. Wind's got a whole scale to it though, right? So maybe you didn't generate the end of it you were hoping for, but now you also know you can create something much stronger. That's still useful on the subject of weapons and defense, and all the more reason to keep trying it."

He can rationalize this into being a good time in no time flat if she'll let him or if given a few more seconds. Something that can happen when he nods to a cafe nearby next with a table free in the large windows looking out into the streets. "C'mon. The tea at this place leaves a lot to be desired, but their food's rather good. Considering no one's following us we can just take a seat inside to pretend like we were here all along and minding our own business, and in the meantime you can tell me about your magic."

Results on that might vary if they're actually asked about it, but he's willing to figure that out if it happens.

It did work, in spite of it working too well. They also escaped without being caught. Given the city was wary enough of wild magic. A barely trained Summoned causing havoc might not be a good time for all. She wants to choose when and where she makes a scene, if it's an accident there won't be any good story to it. "You said a bunch of shit that does not mean anything to someone who didn't go to your weird church-cult school. But I didn't intend to stop just because I accidentally made a mess."

"Food good, coffee better." She does not care about tea enough to worry about if the tea is just warm leaf water or not. She wants food and the raw energy that coffee provides. So she'll just let him lead the way and if they get stopped let herself fade into the background. It'll help separate them from what happened in the markets if only he's seen and she's there-ish. "If you get stopped and I disappear, I haven't gone anywhere."

There's immediate laughter from Claude at that description of Garreg Mach, if not only because Abby's description formed after their visit at the very place in the Horizon is entirely apt and because it's a thought he'd had as a student plenty of times. "Hey, you're not going to get any arguments from me on what it was like. Fortunately, weird church-cult is likely to be something of the past since back home it's being rebuilt with new everything behind it."

If he sounds unfazed, it's because he is entirely. There's a lot of improvements to be made to the Academy, but having Teach behind them certainly helps. New directions all around, and all that.

The far more important part of that is that Abby doesn't plan on stopping in figuring out her magic, whether that's what she knows or adding wind spells to it after all, so he nods as he reaches for the door to hold it open for her. Only to furrow his brow briefly a second later in thought as he absorbs that last statement, because: "I- okay, you can't just say something like that and then expect me to not ask about how you'll be disappearing but you'll still be here. That's a little different than the Warp spell I know from home."

Abby rolled her eyes as she walked past him into the tea house... and she didn't vanish, exactly. Certainly anyone who looked up to the sound of the door opening was looking at Claude, not her. If Claude isn't paying attention, which is unlikely, he won't even see anyone move past him. Otherwise it's definitely shaped like a person... but determining anything about them is just about impossible. Hair color- do they have hair? Maybe. Probably has skin, but who can say what tone it is. Or their exact height. Certainly has to be wearing clothes.

But the cut? The style? How it fits? What color is it? Not something that can be told. They weave a zig zagging path through the tea house to a small empty table in the corner, weaving path making it even harder to keep track of them, especially as the cross paths with other patrons and servers.

Only for Abby to fall into one of the chairs entirely normal like she didn't just do something really fucking weird in broad daylight for the second time. With an ever so smug look on her face as she draws her legs up into the chair with her. Then waves at Claude.

Claude walks through the entry, though he means to keep Abby in the corner of his gaze the whole time after that somewhat foreboding statement, there's something - not quite right that happens.

Mostly in that when he turns to glance her way, she really isn't there. But when he looks back forward, she is. Or she's there enough he can kind of, sort of recognize there's someone there he should know but can't quite from this partial sight alone. Standing in the doorway for even this brief pause has someone behind him waiting to enter loudly clearing their throat, so Claude takes the hint and steps inside.

Only for in that same instant Abby to appear at a table as he pauses again, though this time with a large grin as he catches sight of her properly this time and heads towards the table when she waves.

"I don't know what I expected, but that was far better than whatever I'd imagined." A truth as he pulls out a chair to be seated, then hands her a menu placard before looking at the remaining one. "Something you also learned from studying magic?"

She's looking oh so pleased with herself and her antics and please don't feed her with praise, it'll just encourage more of this.

"The Singularity gave me that one. The power to be not worth noticing. My magic isn't that good." She's not sure where to begin with magic to create that. She isn't invisible, and she isn't sure how to visualize that. Too many chances it might just transform her into a weird transparent plastic human model with visible organs and shit. Cool but not a good look for having a dating life. "It isn't foolproof, and I have to be careful with it. As it works best when nobody knows what I can do."

"Besides, I thought it was my magic we'd be talking about. Not how I planned to ditch you if the law showed up." Abby just because that was your plan you don't have to say it like that.

"Ah, one of those things none of us had before coming here. I have one of those." That makes sense, and while Claude's been pretty pleased with it - saying it comes being anywhere near as useful as what Abby's just shown him wouldn't be accurate. There's a lot of ways to use that even if she claims it'd be to get away from him to let him take the blame for whatever'd happened which gets a snort of amusement from him.

"Look, it's always good to have an escape plan. Even better now that you've told me about it beyond just saying it'd be fine if you disappeared, considering if things had gone wrong that would've been more than a little concerning." The menu in his hands ends up being more of something for him to tap his fingers against than anything to consider in terms of what to order while he thinks about that. "I've talked to a few others who also found they had powers, abilities, whatever you want to call them that wouldn't have been possible at home.

"But alright, since it's not part of you've learned then we can focus on your magic instead. How long have you been studying with Julie?"

Now that you're actually not cool, I kinda like you better. (Open/Closed)

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