damned_institute | Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

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Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

Though perhaps not entirely as successful as he wanted it to be, Homura walked away from lunch feeling satisfied with his efforts. Roland and Fai both had shown interest in the goal, and that was enough for the moment. Homura could be patient, had already been for five hundred years, and felt no harm in waiting another five hundred if he had to. He would have his goals realized, no matter what obstacles he faced, be they from the prison or those trapped within.

But now was time for business of a different sort, and the demi-god made his way to the Sun Room, near the common board. He made sure he could be seen from the entrance to the cafeteria, knowing that one stranger and one member of his own group both wanted to meet with him. It worked out well enough, especially given that the stated purpose of the History Club was simple.

Revenge and escape.

For now, Homura had no intention of revealing that it'd grown more complicated than that.

[Waiting for L and Junior]

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Skuld took a second, but she'd seen this kind of thing on TV often enough. She leaned over and grabbed the paper, glancing at the man as she did; she wasn't quite as stealthy as she thought she was, but she tried. Yeah, he definitely was watching... but how come? And which of them had his attention?

Straightening up again, she hesitated for a second before continuing, "Every type needs training. If you don't have it, even if you can make stuff happen anyway, trial-and-error is inefficient at best--at worst, it's dangerous. If you can make stuff happen but don't know how, or why, then you could hurt somebody. Some manifestations are subtle enough so people just think they're really lucky, or really unlucky; others make it seem like there's a poltergeist around, because so much stuff happens around the untrained person.

"Besides that, even though some people can kind of figure out what they're doing on their own, being self-taught doesn't always work too well." Sure, she'd taught herself almost everything she knew about mechanics and obviously had a natural talent for it, but since it was a science it was also more straightforward than magic. "You need someone to teach you the stuff you wouldn't think of on your own, and to correct any mistakes you're making, since words on a page can be misinterpreted so easily. And it depends a little on the kind of magic, but it takes a long time to learn more than just the basics of almost anything."

Beatrix sighed internally at Skuld's lack of stealth, but she reminded herself that this was a girl that thought she was one of the Norns that supposedly could do magic and not someone skilled in subterfuge. Well, she'd done her best to warn the girl. If she was going to be making her a katana, it was only proper that the Bride inform her of the potential of someone watching her with ill-intentions. She honestly thought the man was watching her, as he'd been before Skuld had arrived, but anyone who was interested in either herself or Skuld would only have had to read the board to know that they would be meeting at the board. She'd just have to talk to the man later on and if he was stalking the girl, she'd put his face through a wall.

The Bride reached across the table and took the paper back, folding it into quarters and then slid it into her bra through the neck hole of her shirt as she listened to Skuld. Now the girl was talking about magic in a way that Beatrix could understand. It compared exactly to her own training, just with a mystical force instead of the power of one's own body. Interesting.

"Alright, I follow that. It makes a lot of sense," she said. "It's like people that watch martial arts movies and then think because they've seen it and swung around a stick, that they can pick up a real sword and suddenly be Bruce Lee." She'd almost said be me but managed to correct herself without letting it slip. "Instead, they are liable to cut their own foot off or severely injure someone else. Or at the very least, chip the blade."

"Only magic is done with books?"

"Yeah, mostly." Skuld wasn't sure where Arlene was going with this anymore, but at least she was really listening. "With martial arts, you can see what the person's doing, but with magic you need explanation. Some arrays and stuff will work no matter who draws them, but usually you have to feed power into them. And they can get really intricate, so you have to know what you're doing--if it's off at all, you'll be lucky if it doesn't work.

"The same goes for spells with verbal components, and with those you really need a teacher; a book can't tell you if you're saying something wrong. Since chants are used as another way to guide power, a misspoken word can turn the whole spell into a disaster, especially if the caster doesn't know how to correct for that. With some spells, you can't."

Since she was sure the woman was leading up to it, she added, "It's different for me, though. I'm closer to my power source than most magic users; I don't memorize anything, I just call the power to me and tell it what I want it to do. I've got more limits here than I'm supposed to, so arrays help, but there's no worries about things going out of control."

...even if that was because even normally, she barely had the power to magically cause damage when she was trying to. If she had anything to say about it, that was one thing nobody here was getting told about. As protector of the people here, she was supposed to be strong.

Beatrix had the mental image of a bunch of kids playing Dungeons & Dragons together and one of them reading a spell description from out of the book, pretending to cast the spell and then suddenly setting his parent's curtains on fire. It made her wonder if there was any ludicrous connection between magic spells and bat guano as so many geeks across the nation say that's what one uses to cast magic missile.

"I've heard many other talk about themselves being limited here," the Bride replied. "I suppose there is something positive of not being a person dependent upon magic to achieve goals. This place doesn't effect my combat capabilities."

And now another man had joined the green-haired one and he also was looking at the two females. At least this one seemed to be unacquainted with the surly man, but the Bride made note of him anyways. She returned as much of her attention as she could allot to Skuld.

"So I don;t have to worry about you accidentally blowing up the women's block?" She asked with a lighter, almost teasing tone. She just had to worry about someone deciding to teleport her again.

That... depended on if, when, and what explosives Skuld could get her hands on. None of which she was used to, since her bombs were something entirely different. "No," she laughed, hoping she didn't sound nervous. "I don't use that kind of destructive magic." What with how she didn't have the power for it. "Besides, strategically it isn't a good location; if I was planning on blasting open a wall, I would probably go through the M-C Block's bathroom. It's more central, and the enclosed space is better for directing a blast."

She figured she wasn't giving herself away as an explosives expert as much as an all-around genius. Besides, everything she had just said was common sense, right?

Beatrix raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't it make more sense to blow up the double doors at the main entrance instead of a wall if escape was the reasoning behind it?"

She shook her head a little. "As long as you don't blow up my room or injure those I care for here, I don't care what you blow up."

"Maybe, but you never know. The doors are an obvious target," Skuld pointed out, perfectly reasonable. "They'll be better guarded than a wall off to the side, so this would give people more time to get out."

Except for the little matter of how an explosion that big would definitely attract unwanted attention.

"Anyway, don't worry; I know what I'm doing. If I construct a bomb, nothing gets blown up that I didn't want to." Usually. Anyway, her inventions didn't count; sometimes the self-destruct got triggered unintentionally, that was all.

The Bride held a hand up in an attempt to stave off Skuld's defensiveness. "Alright then," she said. "Explosives were never my thing anyways. Too messy." And lacked elegance.

She decided to steer the conversation away from blowing things up and back to magic. "So, is teleportation just like any other spell or is it in its own class? If it is possible to defend against it, I would like to know."

"In most magic systems, it can be guarded against via general anti-magic protections," Skuld replied thoughtfully. "More specifically, there are 'grounding' spells, most commonly placed on amulets, that can prevent teleportation. Unfortunately, I can't make any myself, and if anyone tells you there's a talisman against it, they're probably wrong."

She paused. "Well, depending on the caster more than the magic system. Iron protects against some kinds of fairy magic, for example." She supposed it was possible some unseelie fairies were involved...

Beatrix raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Faeries?" Okay, maybe it was time to stop talking about magic altogether.

Faeries, my ass.

Skuld wondered if there was much point in explaining this at all. "Yeah. There isn't just the little kind you've probably read about in stories--those are pixies, a subspecies. There are also fairies that look human, at least if they're disguised or you know what to look for. And then some who only look a little human--they'll have ears a lot more pointed than other fae, and their skin and hair colors are really unique. I don't know much about that kind... I think most of them are of the unseelie court, but it's been a while since I read anything and I've only met a couple of any of the Fair Folk."

Like Puck, for example, but while she was pretty sure Arlene would know who that was, she didn't think she should mention that he was an old acquittance of hers.

Geez, it's hard to know what to tell her... "what fools these mortals be" is right!

Beatrix couldn't help it - she blinked at Skuld. She had no idea whether to believe the girl or not, even after all this magic shit, and she wondered if the girl was trying to jerk her chain. Well, she'd see about that.

"Ah. I think there's one of those... what did you call them - unseelie? ones here. Silvery-whitish hair, big grey-blue eyes and slightly pointed ears." The Bride tilted her head in thought. "Never caught her name, but we had a bit of an... altercation my first night here."

She shrugged a little. Maybe by implicating to Skuld that the elfish woman she'd beaten up for information was one of these damn faeries, she'd get some minor entertainment out of it. It wasn't like she was making up the way the woman looked - she just hid the ears.

Skuld blinked and looked around, but Raine wasn't sitting in her line of sight. "I haven't seen one. What's her skin look like?"

That... might be bad. Unseelies couldn't be trusted; they would make promises and then break them on a whim, and their motivations were usually near-impossible to guess. Then again, a lot of that was court politics, and if that wasn't a concern... "And are there any others?"

"Kinda pale and she's delicately framed." The Bride cast a quick glance around as well. Nope, no geek's wet dream about. "I haven't seen any others with pointed ears or the like, but that one I described hangs out with this other woman with really long silver hair, red eyes and a detatched feel about her. She also talks odd. I didn't get her name either." She gave Skuld an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry."

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