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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 24, 2018 19:05:29 GMT -6
"You could try knitting, and bad music, I suppose." She offered with a half-genuine smile. Cheyenne's antagonistic edge was dullibg a bit as Molly's struggle became more apparent. She couldn't relate exactly, being a human, and all, but she had to figure that having such a disparity between chronological, and biological age would be a burden. Especially with the skillset the girl had, and her chosen profession, as inappropriate as it was. The apology helped a little too, after all that took a fair bit of maturity. "And I'm sorry this is causing so much stress. I don't know what, if anything the Fae worship, but even among mortals my Gods are considered..Tryin-"
"Five minutes? Fantastic, thank you." With that the healer hung up, and ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. She really did feel responsible for this mess, despite her deflections. A troublesome deities' antics, or not, it was her magic that acted as the vehicle.
"I'm sure this will blow over, and I was going to try to set my shrines up this evening anyway. May as well start with Loki's. Here," she pushed up from the chair, standing aside, and gesturing toward it. "I've got to get these boxes out of the way before the Warden arrives," a somewhat smug smirk gripped her face for a moment. "I think there's some old lollipops in one of the drawers, too. In case anyone brought their kids to work." Softening her approach didn't meant couldn't still take a few shots at Molly. The kid just invited them for some reason. "Can always hide under the desk too if the ass-chewing gets bad."
With that Cheyenne busied herself with "fixing" the room. Once the runes for her makeshift prison were snapped the boxes separated, and solidified. She really hoped the contents would be alright, damaging her possessions hadn't even crossed her mind earlier. That would be a fun surprise for later she thought, beginning the annoying process of shleping all the crap back where it went. Slapping weight-altering runes on each of them was a thought, but her magic had done enough for today. Just as she got the last box into place Catherine walked in, although Cheyenne had her back to the door, and couldn't tell who had entered.
The obviously pissed, and commanding tone was a good indicator though.
Turning with a bit of a fluster at the reprimand she flashed the Warden a nervous smile. "Those would be mine, Warden, apologies for leaving them up. One second," she quickly traced the rune Perthro in the air in front of her, and with a sudden flash of blue the runes vanished. Although the well attuned would be able to feel that it was more of a cosmetic shift in the room than anything; the magic was still very much there. "Makes examinations easy, but kills ambiance." Part of her wanted to step forward, and offer a handshake, but the Warden's angry expression made her think twice, even if she was kind of cute.
Instead she just shrugged a bit, definitely feeling like she was in the woman's crosshairs. "We had, uhh, a bit of an issue here. You see, sergeant Bronson is, uhh..Stuck."
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Post by demikara on Sept 25, 2018 9:37:36 GMT -6
"You have no clue how tempting it would be to hide." She admitted and then straightened up once Catherine arrived. "It was requested I drop my glamour for the physical warden. As the doctor is able to do a physical via runes, I agreed so long as my true age and species weren't recorded." She had not wanted to deal with that. Still, she knew how to give a report, if only because of constant practice. "On finishing the initial physical, I went to reapply my glamour but was unable to do so." She flinched unimpressed. "I'm now stuck in my natural form for at least three days, having had divine interference in the spell, according to our initial research. We believe the spell will be satisfied if I..." She closed her eyes here, not impressed. "if I act my natural age."
Which was complete and total bullocks. "Can I please just tell everyone someone went wrong in medical and I'm stuck like this for a bit, instead of me taking three days off?" Given her luck, it was all too believeable. It was also true, without a hint of a lie. It just suggested something else went wrong than what actually went wrong. Molly just didn't want to miss out on the current investigation because she had fallen in the crosshairs of a god of all things.
Why was this her luck? She didn't mean to get into all these troubles, but it still happened.
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Post by Circe on Sept 26, 2018 17:03:29 GMT -6
A brief, unintelligible expression crossed the Warden's face as she considered the problem at hand. This wasn't what she had expected, and she had been surprised she hadn't been able to sense this level of magic being worked inside of the building. Frowning for a moment, she took stock of the situation. She wasn't exactly what to say other than what than had more than likely already been said. Holding up a pale, slender hand with a heavy silver ring on it, Catherine sighed in exasperation as Molly went through the whole oral report. "Okay... so.." She said as she took a moment to look at the magic herself. Why was it always Molly that was breaking things? How come the gods had decided to pick on this on poor particular individual for their own amusement? Catherine couldn't understand it, and didn't dare ask why.
Reaching tentatively back to her own connection to the veil, her expression became distant and clouded as she cautiously touched the magic. A feeling of primordial energy built in the room, like electricity before a summer storm, threatening to overwhelm the room's occupants. As soon as it started to become too much, it vanished, leaving the room feeling cold and empty.
Catherine then looked at the pair, still quite preturbed at having been called down for what shouldn't have been such an emergency. "Bronson, is there any reason you are so afraid of telling the truth? And exactly what is it you want me to do?"
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Oct 3, 2018 9:52:33 GMT -6
Cheynne was surprised by Molly's oral report, for a moment the Fae child almost seemed mature, but nothing stuck out more than the Warden's connection to the Veil. The entire room swelled with the distinct touch of magic, but it was so primitive, so powerful that the medic almost recoiled. She could feel her teeth tingle in response, and the blessings on her marker resonated not to dissimilarly. Whatever Catherine was it sure as hell wasn't mortal, hell by the feel of it she could probably take an honest swing at Loki himself. The thought felt a little blasphemous, but there was no getting around it.
Issuing a sigh if relief as it passed, Cheyenne pushed a stray lock of hair behind her left ear, "Simply speaking the truth probably wouldn't be sufficient. Loki is..Volatile, always pulled about by his whims, but what he values most in the end is always the Hard Truth." Much to his detriment, and often the other Gods' as well. Baldur knew that better than anyone. Molly was in a strange predicament in that her lies had become an intrinsic part of her life. Right down to the core.
She took a few subconscious steps away from the Warden, between the other woman's obvious anger, and abilities she preffered to bear bad news from a distance. "In fact I'd wager whatever truth He's looking for Bronson isn't even aware of. Luckily, unless she's boasted folly invincibility, Loki isn't an overtly harmful being, and while inconvenienced she should be capable of fufillng her duties. Probably. Assuming her job isn't His objection to begin with.." It probably was, or at the very least a part of it. If nothing else Molly used it as an excuse to continue her glamoured existence. "I planned to set up my shrines this evening anyway, I can start with Loki's, and ask for this to be abated," fat chance of that, even if Cheyenne was a High Priestess He wouldn't be denied His fun, or abandon whatever lesson He felt He had to teach. "Or at least some advice as to where to start.."
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Post by demikara on Oct 3, 2018 12:57:31 GMT -6
"No one will take me seriously if they see what I look like, Warden. It's hard enough as is, given I'm...not as mature as I could be." The others had a point though. "...I suppose I could just work like this. Most of the office would probably brush it off." And she could always change the subject if anyone asked for more details. Still, the doctor seemed to be warning her. Hard Truths, huh? Molly didn't even know what that could be. She pinched the bridge of her nose and considered the situation.
"There's nothing you can do Warden. I am well aware of that, but the doctor felt informing you was mandated." She sighed. "Which it may have been, given this is adverse information." And they all knew it. As for the doctor in question, Molly looked to her and shrugged. "I would never claim invincibility, or that I am the best or undefeatable in any field. My mentor damn near beat that out of me." She had been shown multiple times that talented as she was there were people out there much better than her. "Please though, petition him for at least a start, and I'll petition my gods for answers as well." And this was going to be embarrassing as hell.
At least her gods were used to these shenanigans. She was pretty certain she had been 'blessed' to live an interesting life, given how he life tended to go. That was the only real answer she could fine under the circumstances. The small fae wrinkled her nose and grumbled under a breath. "And it's 67, fae, for the two bits I didn't want you to know." And if the other commented on how she was just a child, Molly would gleefully be a child and put frogs in one of the drawers in here.
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Post by Circe on Oct 8, 2018 14:37:20 GMT -6
Catherine raised a slender eyebrow above the dark frames of her glasses, looking at the fae child standing before them. This wasn't quite the predicament that she had expected all things considered. "While... fae are in the practice of half truths... we do not lie in the face of gods. No matter how well intentioned." She said with an exasperated sigh. That was the first thing that Tatianna had taught her, and one that her tutors had continued to drill into her head as she was taught the basics. But when they'd discovered just how far and deep her gift with the veil and it's magic had run, they were quickly changing their tactic to everything being strictly hands off.
"Oh but there is one thing.. and I will greatly enjoy it. It will be almost as entertaining as watching you run headlong into my door." Catherine said looking at Molly. Perhaps it was the lighting or something else, but it appeared that there was something of an expression of amusement playing around the Warden's features. Either way, it appeared that the woman had a solution to Molly's predicament; just not one that the other was going to enjoy.
Before Cheyenne or Molly were given a chance to prepare or react, the same electrically charged feeling as earlier entered the room. An ancient, primative thing that may as well have been lost to the sands of time; with the exception of a select few who were as intimately familiar with it as breathing. "Thorta du ilumëo!" The Warden spoke, focusing her intention on Molly and setting a simple, yet powerful charm on the other. "You will speak the truth until this anathema is relieved of you."
If it was one thing that Catherine didn't tolerate, it was her officers bringing down condemnation of the gods on themselves or others.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Oct 13, 2018 13:03:24 GMT -6
The sudden swell of primal energy sent another chilling wave through Cheyenne, drawing a slight shiver out of her. It was a familiar feeling in a way, her mentor's magic had a similar, albeit drastically weaker primordialism to it, and being awash in it had always been comforting. Catherine's though, Catherine's was stark, and terrifying in its strength. Any thoughts about how attractive the Warden was were wiped cleaned by the time her incantation ended, a subtle respect, and fear, in their place. Cheyenne made a mental note to never piss her off.
Shaking the tingling from her hands the doctor did her best to stay focused, and keep her amusement in check. "A compulsory truth spell? That's some serious magic to place on a Fae. Loki would approve."
"This whole thing will blow over, I'm sure," the doctor offered, her smirk only half-hidden as she breezed past Molly. The gravity of the Fae willingly divulging the two aspects of herself she'd gone to such lengths to obscure wasn't lost on Cheyenne, but she had no intention of letting up on the troublesome officer altogether. Coming to a stop behind her desk she gave the Fae a sidewise glance, as if calculating her next move. "Here," she said, pulling the large bottom drawer open with an ungraceful yank. It stuck something fierce. "My predecessor kept a bunch of these on hand for the 'well behaved wee-ones.'" She fished in it for a second before producing a somewhat dusty sucker, still in its wrapper. "I think you qualify."
She tossed it to Molly with a wink, making her harmlessly snide attitude all too clear. "I'll petition Loki later, you should get back to class though," In an act of mock-dismay she clasped a hand over her mouth for a second. "I mean work!"
Turning he attention over to the Warden, she offered Catherine a nod of respect. "Sorry if this fell below your paygrade, but I have strict orders. Anything goes sideways with a specialist, call you.." She trailed for a moment, devious mental wheels clearly turning before her eyes narrowed, "But since I have you here.."
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Post by demikara on Oct 13, 2018 13:18:13 GMT -6
The truth spell was cheating like hell and Molly did not approve on principal, especially given it came from Catherine. And it wasn't like she had lied in the face of gods at all and to pretend she did was an affront to her sensibilities. "I did not lie, much less to a god. I know better." And she was pissed Catherine thought she would risk that. "And right now, I would really love to say that I hate you, but the truth is that I am merely furious that you think I would risk the entire fucking team by lying to a god or intentionally catching ones attention. It will pass." But she was still pissed as hell. Molly tried her hardest to keep things quiet about her youth and to keep her head down. She didn't succeed at keeping her head down nearly as much as she would like, but she tried her hardest.
"And just so we're clear, I know I am fae by birth, but I grew up human and consider myself human in all but blood." If she could get rid of her fae blood she would. She hated being fae more than most knew. Still, at the sucker thrown at her, Molly caught it and turned her attention to the doctor. She was going to make the other's time her miserable as she could get away with, starting with a tripping ward in the doorway that would be tailor made for just the doctor. Her eyes darkened as she eyes Cheyenne her head tilted slightly.
"You shouldn't give people old candy, doctor." She said simply. The other was going to clearly be a pain in Molly's ass. Molly could be much worse and likely wouldn't get caught at all. Still, the specialist turned and left without an additional word to either, heading to her lab rather than her desk. She was very clearly furious with them both. Catherine she could do incredibly little to. That was the simple truth of the matter. Cheyenne though. Cheyenne she could be a downright pest to and no one would stop her.
It wasn't likely that the doctor would enjoy the office too much. Molly was already making plans of putting frogs in her desk drawers and replacing her pens with ones that wrote in vanishing ink or invisible ink by turns.
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Post by Circe on Oct 15, 2018 14:16:19 GMT -6
Catherine didn't respond to Molly yet, but simply raised an eyebrow yet again to the other's complaints. As far as she was concerned, the other had committed the greater sin. As far as she was concerned, the other had committed the greater sin by failing to reveal information that was requested of her. The good doctor had only been the catalyst most Gods demanded lately, instead of the sacrifices of previous centuries. As long as the fae had been perpetuating the myth of her humanity, it appeared that the Gods had decided that a lesson was to be learned. What this lesson was, Catherine wasn't privy to. Instead, all she had done was set a simple charm on the other as a reminder that she had yet to fulfil requirements demanded of her before certain magics were restored to her again; she just hoped that the situation didn't spiral itself out of control. Her hands were more than full with the disaster that Grigore, apparently her own father, was so intent on stiring up.
"If I find out you did that Bronson..." Catherine said implying a thinly veiled threat as she easily caught the outer edge of the other's thoughts as they left the room. She'd be more than happy to leave the charm on the other as long as it was necessary, instead of just the original 48 hours she'd set it to. She would rather not loose a new staff member due in the first week due to Molly's insistance on "helping" them adjust. The fae's version of helping appeared to be falsifying records and evading annual exams. However, she was satisfied that Molly would learn her lesson this time and hopefully there wouldn't be any repeats.
"A lot falls below my pay grade these days Dr. Richter." Catherine then said turning to the physician, offering her an apologetic smile that was surprisingly human in its looks. The majority of the unseen easily passed as human at first glance, which is partially what had half of the mundane world so up in arms. It was human nature to be cautious and judgemental of those who were different. Even during periods of time that shouldn't be repeated, segregate and discriminate from. But, the fact that they couldn't tell who was who, only seemed to make matters worse. "But in all seriousness, don't worry that poor kid is always fate's plaything because she can't leave well enough alone. She needs to learn before it causes larger problems that can't just be resolved over a weekend." She added.
Molly was impulsive and showed little fear, and while those qualities could be trained to be of some use; lately they seemed to be causing more harm than good to her in Catherine's opinion.
"Yes?" Catherine then asked hearing Cheyenne's phrasing. Frowning slightly as she read the look on the other woman's face, she wondered if she had understood the other's words correctly. The doctors expression worried her slightly, making her briefly check a few mental lists to see what exactly she might have forgotten.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Oct 20, 2018 17:19:09 GMT -6
Cheyenne casually scooped her clipboard off the old desk, and held it up to where the Warden could read it. It contained the name of every specialist at the Dallas branch in alphabetical order, but the doctor's finger was strategically placed a third of the way down the list. It read Catherine Dumitrescu. She wasn't supposed to show anyone, but she figured there was no need to hide anything from the woman in charge, and it didn't hurt to let the other woman see The Council's seal at the bottom. Molly gave the distinct impression that the friendly neighbourhood Warden wouldn't be thrilled about this.
The look in her eyes backed that assumption up.
"I need to examine everyone, ma'm," Cheyenne softened her tone a little, and put the clipboard back down. "You included. Might as well get it out of the way, yeah?" Feeling the need to tread carefully she gestured to her chair in case Catherine wanted to take a seat. The couch wasn't exactly..clean after all. "I'm happy to answer any, and all questions about my examination process if it would help. I can assure you it's safe, well.." Cheyenne twirled a lock of her raven hair absent-mindedly for a second. A self-conscious tell. Her first exam here was going to haunt her for awhile."Unless your name is Bronson, I guess. Or you sneeze during. Although I doubt a bolt of lightning would be enough to stop you, judging from your magic."
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Post by Circe on Oct 20, 2018 17:41:06 GMT -6
Catherine squinted at the clipboard in Cheyenne's hands and the name her finger rested on. Swearing under her breath, she tried to remember the last examination that Council had even required of her. It had to have been shortly after Broadmoore, and it had been a quick and dirty thing. They had been struggling for some time to find a Warden to place in the Dallas office, and were consistently coming up short. As much as they had been loathe to admit it, Catherine had fit the profile of their desired candidate, just the psychiatric issues did leave some concern. However, it did seem mostly to them that a stint in the institute had done the woman some amount of good, and even reigned in some of her brash and aggressive behaviors. In reality all it had done was make her fear the Council and herself.
"Fine." She said distractedly, her thoughts still very clearly elsewhere. Looking at the couch with slight suspicions, she made a note to avoid sitting or going anywhere near it. While her own office had the tendency to be a disaster zone, it had never been this bad to her knowledge; though she suspected that Alexander begged to differ.
Tearing her thoughts back to the present and Cheyenne, the pale skinned woman colored slightly at mention of the magic. "I apologize... it is something that...that has a mind of it's own." She commented as she muttered, and mumbled, stumbling over the words. Clearly, the Warden was not a native English speaker and was struggling to find the right words to express her discomfort.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Oct 20, 2018 18:15:40 GMT -6
Watching Catherine closely Cheyenne folded her hands together just above her naval. The other woman seemed easily distracted, and extremely uncomfortable, but something told the good doctor it wasn't quite that simple. Something deeper was at play, and gauging the woman's reaction to a mention of her own magic, something personal. "Spell-shy, hm?" She inquired, it didn't make sense considering the woman's power over it, but people rarely made sense, so going with it would likely be best. Quickly opting to keep things light she offered a chuckle, "Don't worry, I can empathize, after all I used to work on mundanes mostly. Practically jump out of their skins when the runes started..." At that point she snapped her fingers, flooding the room with a pale, blue glow again as the runes re-materialized. "I did too when I was first learning, doesn't help that Elder Futhark is, essentially, a dead language," She offered Catherine an interested glance, partly to gauge the woman's reaction, and partly out of a not-so-clinical curiosity. "Had to study a handful of languages during my training, so I'm going to guess..Some Eastern European as your first? Maybe something Slavic. Accent might not be heavy, but you can't slip it past these ears."
Small talk usually wasn't Cheyenne's specialty with patients, but she was quite personable at a bar counter, and was doing her best to treat her office as such at the moment. Didn't hurt that now that Catherine wasn't using terrifying levels of magic she was quite..Alluring again. "I'll need to fix the 'edits' Sergeant Bronson demanded, but we'll be operational within a minute." Although she'd be triple-checking the the matrix integrity just to be sure. Getting a pain in the ass officer harassed by a God was one thing, but her boss? Her really potentially scary boss? No thanks.
"So, any questions, or do you just want this over as fast as possible?"
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Post by Circe on Oct 20, 2018 20:53:49 GMT -6
Catherine made a slight face in response to Cheyenne's initial question. "Yes and no. It's... complicated." She explained, quickly doing the mental gymnastics that coming up with a simple response seemed to require. "I am not a magic user by trade per say, that's all." She added plainly, unsure how else to say it. "Unlike yourself, Dr. Richter, I am not as.. practiced with certain things." And that was the utmost truth. Magic may come easy, but the control was another story altogether.
Meanwhile, Catherine's discomfort came from being put on the spot and asked to discuss herself. She'd much rather be focused on the issue had hand, Molly, instead of herself. It seemed that her efforts to ignore it and deflect back to other things weren't going to work unless she gave it a hand by other means, and even she knew that that wasn't exactly ethical. It would be no better than what Molly had done, and Catherine also knew better than to do that in the face of whatever god lent it's power to Cheyenne's runes.
Instead Catherine looked at the runes with increased suspicion. It wasn't that she was against magic, it was that she wasn't terribly eager to trust it most of the time. Especially when one's own magic was a strange primordial thing that was as close to living as magic got. "And I do imagine most mundanes would, they tend to react badly to magic outside of a Vegas show." She hesitated, easily remembering having to speak to Laura's parents years ago. The woman had turned into quite the clever hedgewitch, but getting there had not been easy. In this part of the country they were always eager to claim their child possessed or some other such nonsense once they began exhibiting any kind of affinity.
Instead of focusing on how uncomfortable the runes and their magic made her Catherine stood there and listened to Cheyenne ramble on; trying to make it a point to not let her mind wander, but it was difficult. But when asked the question about her ethnicity, the doctor had her full attention. Few if any had ever had the audacity to ask, much less take a guess. "Yes, except my Romanian is a bit rusty. No one here speaks it and it is.. use it or loose it." Catherine answered plainly. She spoke more English and the fae languages these days it seemed. "And I would think the surname would be a clue, doctor. However I was raised elsewhere." She added, still trying to gauge just how wary she should be of the runes, much less the woman wielding them. Her week had already had several unwelcome visitors and incidents dumped into her lap, she didn't want another.
But, what Catherine had said wasn't a lie, and was instead the easiest way to explain the time split between the fae courts and human realms as a girl. Her adoptive father, Sir William, once appointed to the Council and still required to uphold his duties with Oberon's armies had split time between his estate within the court and lodgings in the human realm.
"Oi.. Bronson. I am truly sorry." The warden added sighing as she pinched the bridge of her nose, an intricately carved silver ring with three stones reflecting the cold blue light of the runes. Another heavier silver ring sat on her left hand that was currently resting on her hip. It's shank was braided silver surrounding what looked like an engraved image or family crest. "I don't have any questions... just... just get this over with. I'm sure Council already gave you the security briefings about my team."
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Oct 21, 2018 13:58:48 GMT -6
After catching the Warden's initial expression Cheyenne opted to busy herself with the rune matrix. "Complicated" felt like a bit of an understatement given the other woman's tone, and apprehension which certainly served to peaked curiosity. She scooped her Sharpie up, and kneeled down in front of her runes as she listened carefully. "Hah, Vegas is something," she mused, paying just enough attention to what she was doing to redraw the shattered runes. "Funny enough every once in a while an act is a little too authentic, you know? Nothing like hiding in plain sight. I used to known this conjurer wh-"
A pulse of energy tore through the room as the last marker-stroke fell into place. The grid flashed for a moment, and started to once again thrum in time with Cheyenne's heartbeat. In its full glory it put out a much stronger magical pressure than when Catherine had first entered the room.
"There we go," chirped the doctor, springing up immediately. She reached out cautiously, and the moment her right hand connected with a rune she was awash with the whole grid's power. Her mind raced rapidly to a degree that even a half-baked Psion would've been able to notice. "Looks good to me, Ms.Bronson's requested alters didn't seem to do any real damage, although.."
She pulled back, and turned around to offer Catherine a somewhat nervous smile. "It's nothing," she didn't like lying to her boss, even over something trivial, but she didn't want to give her undue worry either. Loki had left his mark, a few chaotic squiggles hidden deep within the center lines, but they seemed harmless. Gibberish really, just a taunt. "It's ready, so if you'd just step into the center please." Cheyenne motioned to where the Warden would need to stand, then crossed back over to her desk.
Another stack of specially attuned papers would be needed since she hadn't planned on a doublebooking. "Romanian, huh? Nu vorbesc bine românește," she stumbled out, her accent horribly American. "I spent a summer there once, beautiful country. Got dragged to a festival in Doamna Neaga's honour."
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Post by Circe on Oct 21, 2018 17:47:40 GMT -6
"Some magicians are the real thing, others just very good at faking it." She agreed, having met her fair share of mundanes who weren't quite aware of just what sort of trouble they were potentially bringing onto themselves. There were so many strange social and societal cues in the unseen that were now having to be rectified with the mundane. "Ai dreptate, este oribil.." Catherine eventually replied to Cheyenne's comment with a derisve snort. The other's sentence structure and word placement definitely showed a clumsy beginners skill with the language. "It is beautiful, but life there was hard." She added, saying little more. In no mood to further divulge any more information about herself. This wasn't twenty questions and she didn't exactly know the other well enough yet. Catherine had already had one instance of people knowing more than they had a right to, and enjoyed her privacy outside of work. It was how one managed to stay alive and reasonably well.
Though, when doctor activated the magic, Catherine could easily sense that the other could soon be pulled into the undertow and it's current if not careful. The force behind it was somewhat familiar, reminding her of the power stolen to open the gate between realms. "Nothing?" Catherine asked stepping into the center of space Cheyenne had designated. "It's never nothing."
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