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She studied him, as she might a statue, something not flat, but not real. He couldn’t hurt her, no matter what he was. It wasn’t simply youthful denial of mortality. She was not something that could pretend to by harmed. There was something to be said of a woman in her status that had confidence, or at least a mask there of.
"You do not know me, sir. Perhaps I am not one that deserves better," she said, walking on, and taking a cigarette from a silver case that she had lifted from a client. Lighting her cigarette quickly, but not nervously. She stared at the pavement, trying not to grind her teeth indignation. Of course she knew it was a crime. What else did people like them have? They couldn’t get real jobs. No one hired travelers. "Yes, that and a dime," she had heard the phrase in an old movie and liked it, "Are you one of those sentimental sods that want to take me away from this awful life, or are you just looking for a piece of tail to keep for your own?"
Malcolm pursed his lips before another smile stretched them.
"I am neither," he replied evenly. He had, regrettably, lost any need for a physical relationship long ago. There was nothing for him in aiding this girl other than the fact that he could. And the knowledge that, despite what Cain thought, Malcolm still had sway over those of this realm.
"I believe you take too much credit from yourself," he replied. "Surely you are not as undeserving as you claim."
He knew a thing or two about that. And, as always, he would hold to his beliefs that childhood was a point when those within its walls should be allowed freedom to learn and experience what they wished.
"I shan't continue to bother you," he added, snapping his fingers again so that the coin purse appeared in the air above his hand. It settled back into his palm with a thud, the metallic sound of the coins obviously reverberating from within. "But I must question who would refuse money when no services from their profession are required." He held the bag up, as if weighing it. "I'd wager this would mean no street corners for a week."
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"Well, what else is there..?" she asked, feeling a bit dumb, and part of her wondered if he was talking about stuff other kids learned in public school, or something more advanced.
"Isn’t that what I just said..?" She looked at the man, her confusion obvious. "Did I miss somethin’…?"
"No. No you didn't miss anything," he said. That was an understatement... "Perhaps I simply did not speak clearly enough. This is a rather... foreign topic to most."
"I meant to say that there are specific genes found in those that possess magic. These are the things that allow an individual to be, as you called it, a wizard. Some do not express the genes, and are simply carriers. Others, such as yourself, are gifted with the talents of magic through the expression of said gene."
Cain shrugged, batting his hand at the air as if to wave the topic off. He wasn't interested in annoying her with such topics at present.
"So. I take it your brother enjoys books then?" he questioned. She didn't seem to be that interested in the shelves around them. And he knew he certainly was not interesting enough company to keep someone in a building they obviously had no care to be in.
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"Yeah, but some people find their way into things they shouldn’t," she murmured, as she started pacing to keep herself busy.
"What?" she asked, and looked at him, a bit confused about why he would ask that. How would she know? "Um…Never really thought about it…Just…y’know, the genetics…stuff, an’ DNA, all that…science-y stuff….Not really my area of expertise…Besides, don’t really know much about my family’s heritage, all we know is that my dad’s real dad was a wizard, and that’s where he got it from, but past that, no clue."
Cain allowed a dry chuckle to fall from his lips at that. "DNA, Ash, is truthfully the closest you can come to being correct." At least in her current state. He had always loved the simplicity of that particular molecule.
Of course, simple was hardly what such a thing was. But, as with all things, it came down to a fixed pattern of components. Adenine paired with Thymine... Cytosine with Guanine... The rest was simply built from there.
And, if a human was fortunate --or, as some would say unfortunate-- enough, they possessed that one sequence of twenty seven nucleotides to create a gene to capacitate the turn from human to demi-Archon.
"Magic, as with any other physical trait, is passed down from generation to generation."
Reed nodded, shading for a few moments longer before he spared the stranger another look. “Somethin’ tells me peace ain’t easy to come by for ya.” The man gestured with his free hand to the empty seat opposite himself. “Take a load off. Might do ya some good.”
Malcolm spared a small smile, easing into the seat across from the human. "Peace is all relative," he murmured. "But no. Peace is not something most with my... talents come by easily." He let out an easy breath.
"Not that I can complain though. It is a fair trade."
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"Well, like I said, it’s kinda hereditary…" she murmured, thinking of how her dad had called it more of a curse plenty of times. "And most ‘normal’ humans don’t even believe in magic anymore, so I guess that probably has something to do with it…Or if they try to use it, they’re using it wrong or use the bad kind or somethin’…"
Cain simply nodded, absorbing everything the girl was telling him. He looked down, clearing his throat. Magic, in any form, was always something he looked for in humans. It was often a link to something greater... The Archon Code, for example.
"Humans do tend to use power for the wrong reasons," he agreed. "Though most would argue that those that would are not worthy of such a gift in the first place."
"Do you ever wonder how it is passed down?" he questioned after a moment. "Why it is hereditary?"
He knew. But he wondered if she did.
