Zefir wrote: ↑Apr 14, 2023 7:21 pm
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Lab]
"No, but the chances are rather high." Mia says.
"I doubt something that has been there befor would be strengthened that way. If so I can blame myself not to notice it. After all bevor we attached the arm I did a checkup for your health and there I should have seen in" (I am not sure if we did that IC, but I guess Mia at last did a check for her health. It's not normal to geth a mechanical arm attached to you.)
"Yes, that should do. I can strengthen the arm and make sure you will never loose control over it." She stops as her mind goes off and she stares into nothing. When she focus again she looks more seriouse.
"Would you mind leaving the arm for a day? I have an idea which might help you stop yourself if it takes over."
[
Lab]
Awen nods.
She supposes that makes sense.
"I guess you're probably right, then." Mia's probably right, she thinks. But, just in case, she does add,
"To be honest, I'm not really sure where my magic comes from, but when I tried to stop that thing that was controlling the dragon, I did notice remarkable similarities between it and my magic. So that could explain the method this thing happened."
She nods again, and moves her focus from Mia's hands over to the mechanical arm.
"Yeah, no problem. I'll come back tomorrow. Around this same time should be fine, yeah?" she asks.
The witch turns away and steps out the lab door.
"Unless there's anything you need me to do first, I'll see you tomorrow."
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Courtyard]
The witch Awen, who's a combat member at Vigil and not a wealthy patron like the guests, has spent a lot of the night bringing in food and drinks. She would have continued doing it, too, except some of the other servers convinced her that since she
actually came here dressed for the party she should actually be out and enjoy it instead of hiding as a server.
Sadly, she's not wearing a witch's hat. Instead, she's got a veil that at least obscures her eyes, and a little black dress that her fox convinced her to wear. (Said fox is, of course, rapidly running between her legs in a figure-8 shape.) Her outfit is completed by a necklace that has two dozen random aluminum and wooden holy symbols hanging off of it.
More notable than her clothes is her appearance: her right arm is mechanical. Her left hand's fingernails are quite sharp. Her general appearance is that she's delicate to the point of fragility, like someone who's spent half her life with a weak constitution. And,
most notable is her hair. It's unruly, and not in the normal sense. Fitting of being medusa-like, her hair has several thin black snakes, which - fortunately - mostly just hang downwards and look and stick their tongues out at everything. But, in addition to that, she also has what could be argued to be 'normal' black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Except, the 'normal' hair slithers and moves even more than the actual snakes! The hair moves erratically, even threatening to pull out of the hair tie at all times.
Awen walks over to the musicians' stage to watch them and to build up courage. Going right up to someone she doesn't know and talking with them is hard! (Especially since she's pretty sure
everyone here is either rich or famous and being surrounded by so many wealthy people severely triggers her lifetime of maid training to blend into the background.)
She places her hand over her chest to help herself control her breathing. In, out, in, out, all she has to do is walk up to someone and talk to them. That's it, in, out. It won't be rude, or anything...
...she just needs a little mental preparation first.
