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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 12:31 pm
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"I think you'll do fine, hun," America nodded at Kaleb.
Thinking over Leila's suggestion, she answered, "We can try. I think there needs to be a...making aspect, added on, though. Something to prime it I guess, make it more receptive." She gestured at the schematics. Woods, stones, metals, dyes, were all listed out, hinting at the wide variety of materials they might work from. "Renard mentioned making a few, so maybe for that we can just bring some bins of this stuff, keeping that symbolism in mind, and arts'n'crafts several for figuring out the binding."
She paused a moment, before going on, "I think we should probably stick with Renard's suggestion and keep the binding simple for now. If it doesn't pass muster and we need something more complicated, then at least we'll have a strong base of understanding what we're doing."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 3:58 pm
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"Eve's okay with us borrowing some of her stuff for this," Leila replied to both her guests. That meant she was going to pay her wife back for some of it, but all the same. "She's compared magic to programming a couple times, since she started studying chronomancy... there's a lot of different ways to convince the world to do something for you, and the important thing is to use the, uh, language that suits you personally."
She peered over at Kaleb's laptop screen curiously, then turned to America. "If you represent the trinity knot, it sounds like you could use your power to facilitate the binding directly. Have either of you thought about being present for the casting, like Renard mentioned?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 8:35 pm
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"I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be there for it no matter what," America replied. "It'd be good, I think, if all of us were if we're able to."
Pausing a moment, she asked, "How familiar are you both with drawing out your power? You were both in the Void place, so you've fixed your power to stuff before, but I mean like..."
America drew her power out and with it came a warm, homey feeling. It smelled nice. "It's easier, in the Other Place, but this is the um, most directly..." she searched for the word, "...malleable way to use power? It's out and has potential but it's not defined yet."
She willed it into a blob and then pulled it into a long, thin string. It's not quite a visible thing, here in the normal world, but it's not undetectable either.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:26 am
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The nervous determination on Kaleb's face broke into a little smile. "I like that thought, convincing the world to do something for you." The smile was a fleeting expression though, and didn't last long.
"I didn't know I had a choice when it came to attendance," the shy teen admitted. He certainly hadn't had a choice the last time crazy magical re-writing had gone down. "But if it's important... if it's something that would help, I'll go."
Kaleb thought he had gotten used to the void in his magical senses, accepting that he was normal on this side, and perceived the effects of magic in the same way 'normal' people did. Yet when America summoned her power, he could feel it as clearly as any magic on the other side. It was a distinctly warm, thickening of the air that formed a shapeless bubble, and then was drawn out into a thread. It felt like pure energy, fluid and powerful.
He jerked back in his seat, nearly knocking the laptop onto the floor.
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