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Will you admit that “forgive me father for I have sinned” is just the formal version of “sorry daddy, I’ve been naughty”?
*Through the most disgruntled angel face he can pull he groans as loud as the lungs his corporation can allow*
Yeeeeess.
Why oh why are heels the only wrestlers capable of getting organized and coordinating an attack?
It’s Beetee, a victor from District 3.
For the Love of... Alchemy Pt 1
(An aroace magician tries to find a type of magic in a world that's convinced its not possible.)
They moved to looking at other tracks of magic for Priscilla to try her hand at. For this, Rayyan put her down in front of a girl scribbling in a notebook.
“Priscilla, meet your cousin, Fariha.” He explained in a rush, “She was ranked first in the entry batch. If anyone knows magic, it’s her.”
“And she has ears, too.” Fariha snipped, still working on her notebook, before smiling at her nervously, “Hi, Priscilla. How’re you enjoying Makhdal?”
“It’s… good.”
“And you’re studying in Psy-Field?”
“Planning to. Any tracks you want to recommend?” Priscilla asked hopefully, “Anything without love, if you can manage that.”
Fariha frowned, “That’s… specific. And also impossible. I mean, without love?” She laughed incredulously, “Not exactly what magic stands for.”
“Well, what’re you doing now?” Fariha looked over her shoulder to take in the scribbled diagrams on Fariha’s notebook. It was a series of interlinked circles and symbols, arrows arcing over the pages, and smudge-marks covering it from all the edits made to the diagrams. Priscilla recognized it instantly as…
“An alchemical array!” She cried, “That’s awesome, girl!”
“Yeah. And not what you’re looking for.” Fariha told her firmly.
Priscilla snorted. That was ridiculous. She was new to the world of magic, it was true, but she understood alchemy. Chalk diagrams that you placed materials in and then activated with a touch to pull out a completely new material.
Alchemy was cold. Mathematical. All the weights, angles, and lengths had to be just right, no room for emotional input was needed.
“Why isn’t it?” Priscilla asked, “Sounds perfect to me.”
“Which just means you know nothing about alchemy.” Fariha told her bluntly, standing up with tightly held excitement, “You know a lot of people really don’t consider it to be a very taxing type of magic, but it’s really all mixed up in the culture that alchemy is surrounded by that paints it as unemotional and legalistic. But anyone who’s ever even gotten into the art knows that that just isn’t true! Passion goes into every single chalk figure—And I’m rambling, aren’t I?”
“A little bit.” Priscilla agreed.
“Well, I care a lot about it.” Fariha continued, her eyes glistening in excitement, “Come on, new girl, I’m going to show you the wonders of alchemy! Maybe you’ll click with it.”
Priscilla really, really doubted that. But she fought down the nausea in her stomach and agreed.
(The previous segment of this is is For The Love Of... Dueling.) (Part 2 will be linked here once its out.)
How many times is is going to snow?!?!
Me: I'm going to study
My neighbours and their kid screaming at each other:
