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Open RP: Mel, mind-reading and Potions For Dummies
OOC: Okay, so since Mel’s just turned 18, she’s got a few new abilities. One of these is being able—not being able to stop—hearing people’s thoughts. Therefore, if your pup tags this thread, Mel will be able to hear his or her thoughts and will probably respond to them. It goes without saying: please put your pup’s thoughts in the tag!
She’ll have learnt to control them by the next time she does anything. I just wanted to torture her.
Dumbledore’s comments—unintended, she’s sure—about having an ‘eternity for learning’ really stung. So Mel went to the library (shock, horror.) Carrying a teetering pile of books (with the still-unread Angel Handbook on top of the stack), Mel is trying to grope her way down the corridor, hoping the walls don’t suddenly decide to be made of quicksand or whatever.
The floor seems to have a vendetta against her. She catches her foot on some uneven stone (‘WHO PUT THAT THERE?!’), and her books go flying. She swears—‘Damn!’—and gets on her knees, gathering up the various spellbooks and wishing she hadn’t got out the ones that looked the easiest.
The books seem to have slid rather a long way down the corridor. Mel shuffles to get them all, but it’s going to be a task and a half with just one pair of hands.
She’ll have learnt to control them by the next time she does anything. I just wanted to torture her.
Dumbledore’s comments—unintended, she’s sure—about having an ‘eternity for learning’ really stung. So Mel went to the library (shock, horror.) Carrying a teetering pile of books (with the still-unread Angel Handbook on top of the stack), Mel is trying to grope her way down the corridor, hoping the walls don’t suddenly decide to be made of quicksand or whatever.
The floor seems to have a vendetta against her. She catches her foot on some uneven stone (‘WHO PUT THAT THERE?!’), and her books go flying. She swears—‘Damn!’—and gets on her knees, gathering up the various spellbooks and wishing she hadn’t got out the ones that looked the easiest.
The books seem to have slid rather a long way down the corridor. Mel shuffles to get them all, but it’s going to be a task and a half with just one pair of hands.
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And it's not feeling worse that's the problem as a chimera, really. It's not feeling - it's hard to feel anything at all. But I'll cross that bridge when I come to it - somehow, whenever I plan ahead more than a few hours, something goes and screws up my plans. Or I just get jumpy and manage to do it myself.
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'You can't find something to make--what he did--stick?'
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Rezo'd been working on original spells for most of his life - especially the sort of life magic that most sorcerers in my world frown upon, like the creation of clones and chimeras. The spell Rezo used to turn me into a chimera was unique. The cure I was searching for in my world, the only hope I had til I came here, was the Clair Bible... It contained the distilled knowledge of the Water Dragon Lord. The Water Dragon Lord was a demigod. Somehow, I suspect anything I try would actually shorten the time I have as a human.
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*Somewhere in the back of the former chimera's mind, a tiny, nagging voice is saying, This can't last. Someone's going to show up and mess everything up. Xelloss will pop up in the Sorting room or something. He's doing his best to ignore it.*
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'I bet it'll last longer than you can imagine,' she promises, fingers crossed behind her back. 'In the meantime, you need any help looking for the Clair Bible, just yell for me.'
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*Of course, if I get anywhere close to finding it, Xelloss is liable to show up. The mazoku's a ... whatever the opposite of a trouble magnet is.*
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She doesn't say anything, but does give him an angel's dazzling smile.
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'You know,' she says. 'Dusty.'
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*Zel's hair has, once again, fallen over his eye. Been so long since I was transformed, I forgot I had black hair.*
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And black hair? Own0rz.
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