COUGH!!! HACK!!! COUGH COUGH!!! WHEEEEEEZE!!!!
“You do this every time. Get over yourself.”
The Magi stood over the feline and watched her. The “false” nun was now on her hands and knees, looking to have an especially painful time with the amount of harmful smoke in her system. Her sounds would be concerning to anyone who didn’t know her.
Or, to anyone who wasn’t used to this song and dance.
“If,” HACK, “If you and Sister were more proactive in keeping Mary in check, then I would not need to,” WHEEEEEEEZE, “Do such things every single time we meet.”
“What you and your five billion selves do ain’t our problem. You chose this.”
“Oh, come now Magi Lila,” COUGH, “It is only myself and Fleur, and you know this.
“...” A pause, a moment to consider.
“Actually, young Ana might still be around--”
“That’s worse. You realize that’s worse, right?”
The cat shook her head, slowly rising up from the ground to stand. A sigh, a snap of her fingers, a pink aura enveloping her in less than a second. A bright, blinding beam of yellow light shined behind her.
But, as soon as it came into view, a white sphere slowly enveloped it, dimming and reflecting the light off of it’s surface. A calmer, more manageable white light took it’s form behind the feline, the pink aura dissipating off her figure.
Crescent moons covered most of her pupils, a sigh escaped her maw.
“I do not get used to this. I do not think I will ever get used to this.
“Must she ruin my body every time? Must I have to clean it every time?”
“Hey, you’re the one who went into hiding. Like I said, you chose this.”
“I am ever so eager to return to being Fleur.” She shakes her head once again. “How is Sister?”
“Fine. You know how she is.”
“I can not say that is not expected.
“I would ask more--I am sure I have missed much since our last meeting--but I,”
A pause as she looks over the witch, noticing her overall demeanor shift since she revealed herself. Foot tapping on the ground, arms crossed against her chest, gaze averted from the Mother of Magic.
“Believe that there is a more serious matter to attend to. There would be no other reason for you to waste a ticket on this, correct?”
A nod in response, the human witch wandering over to the nearest pew and sitting at it. “I’m in real deep shit, and I got a sneakin’ suspicion it’s your fault.”
The Mother of Magic shook her head, placing her hands in front of her and followed behind the human... though she did decide to stand instead of sit. Who knows what Mary has been doing on these pews?
She shudders lightly. She sometimes wonders how one can live in such a manner. Did she not take any responsibility for anything?
Of course, the answer to that is ‘‘no.’’ Mary’s modus operandi was fun before anything else. Had she been a different person, maybe she would agree with this lifestyle.
But no--there was simply too much to be done to live out life like... like that.
“I assure you, it is not,” she responded, “Whatever has happened here, it is the blame of yourself and yourself alone. As well, I can not have possibly been a culprit in your mistakes--my mind was locked, remember?”
A roll of the human’s eyes, “Yeah no shit. I’m the one that unlocked it, remember? And I’m about to relock it if you keep bein’ difficult.” She stared right back at the Mother, her eyes in a furious squint.
The feline hummed.
“What is it that ails you, Magi? What could make you come to such a ridiculous conclusion?”
Wordlessly, a clock--colored a shade of rose pink--appeared in the witch’s hands. She tossed it over to the Mother, it quickly becoming stuck in midair once it was close enough to the feline, as if it got caught on a particularly thick piece of air.
The feline raised a brow, squinting at the off-colored clock---
“Now, I would expect someone under Sister to know spacial magicka, I am not surprised about that.
“But... time, as well? How did you accomplish such a feat?”
“I only know one time spell--“
“And how many times have you used it already?”
“This is my second time... why?”
“It is incomplete, is why.” A swipe of her hand at the floating clock and it continued it’s journey towards the Mother, as if it was never stopped in the first place. And before it reached it’s destination, she was able to catch it without much issue, her hand moving faster than one could perceive, “Preparation spells were never something I had mastered before my absence--”
“Bullshit.” She stood, pointing a finger at the feline, “People use prep-spells all the god damn time--you can’t be tellin’ me that you haven’t mastered something when it’s already in wide use.”
“Alright then, Magi Lila. Tell me,” she started, a frown on her face, “How it could ever be possible for a Time Witch such as myself, to not have entirely figured out something at one point, but for it to exist in another?”
That frustration on Lila’s face?
Immediately dropped.
“And as well,” she continued, now pointing a finger at the human, “I would imagine it would be rather rude to go through another person’s room without their full knowledge, Magi.
“Has The Veil truly become that boring?”
The frustration was now replaced with a sheepish grimace! She took a hand to her hat, tilting it down just enough to hide her embarrassment, a light groan accompanying her.
A sigh, “You are an amazing witch, Lila.” She placed the clock on top of the other’s hat, and as soon as it left the Mother’s hands, it became stuck, “Surely you can do more than this.”
A heavy sigh escaped the Magi’s lips.
Just like Silvana. Only difference being was her anger was obviously more controlled. She was more... sympathetic, maybe?
Being a mother must’ve influenced her in some way, probably.
She turned away from the human, her white light now facing in front of her, casting a gray shadow over the witch.
“I will help, if you request it.
“But only because I know my Lila and my Silvana would not be very happy knowing about any of this.
“And in turn, you will help me as well. Are these conditions fair?”
“Thank you, Madama Mystana.”
“Just Mystana will be fine, Magi.”
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