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  1. "You could say that," Abigail said with a nod toward Ryder. "It's not as, um, poetic as I would have put it but it does tend to get the point across." She shrugged. "It's just a little thing I know how to do that I've repurposed to sneak cookies out of a cookie jar, so to speak." She grinned, but that grin faded somewhat, and she looked a little uncomfortable, as she caught the other snippets of conversation regarding weapons.
  2. Abigail blinked at Eira's comment, thought about it for a moment, then choked back a laugh while her face flushed. "Ha, yeah, easier," she said, popping open a cupboard to look inside before closing it again. Her brow furrowed a little in concentration while she made a small twisting gesture with her fingers before touching the door of the cupboard. There was a small pulse of light around the door, and when she opened it back up the contents had changed. "Here's the syrup," she said placing a jug of it on the counter. "I'm sure my sister's friend won't mind us raidin
  3. Abby rolled her shoulder in a slight shrug. "You'd be surprised," she said, "Ritual magic is used fairly often by religions, and is easier to perform by those with undeveloped talent. Think of it as cloud computing, spreading out the load, but.. you know.. magic." "As for the stars," she continued, "some of them could be talking, or they could be acting as a relay for something else that's speaking. Stars are unfathomably old, and that sort of presence has a profound influence upon the tapestry of reality." Her lips twisted into a tiny frown, but it was go
  4. Abigail wasn't quite scowling at her station, but she was annoyed enough with the task at hand that she almost missed Ryder's comment. She blinked, and cocked her head to the side as she looked up at him. "I may know some people," she said, letting her previous annoyance slide away and she favored him with a grin. "Agreed on the pancakes, layers and such. But what about cakes in general? They can layer too."
  5. "So, stars aren't inherently magical," Abby started. "But they, like nearly every other object, can influence it especially when you consider the great age of the stars and how that affects the tapestry of everything." "Of course," she continued, "if star itself is conscious or even just mere sentience, it is capable of utilizing magic. I mean, that's the basic criteria of magic and it can be taught to anyone." "However, how well one can use magic depends on a lot of variables and I'm kind of rambling, but if you ever want to get into the theory of this, and maybe lea
  6. Abigail shook her head, but her expression turned thoughtful. "I'm not a religious person," she confided after a moment. "My mother has a few, um, cultist types in this realm that sours the whole enterprise for me." She paused, realized what she said and made a placating gesture that she realized, too late, was out of view of the camera. "Not that all religions are cults, just... I hope you get my meaning." "As far as learning magic, truth is there isn't much I need to learn. I've been using it to live and survive almost my entire life." She sighed, and then gave J
  7. Abigail had released her phone as she made her way outside, a tiny spark of magic keeping it floating nearby and keeping the camera in frame. She settled into a chair, and paused briefly to listen to the crickets before answering. "My summer is.. complicated," Abigail said carefully. "There was more to being Mistress of this house than I realized. Truly I don't know how my fath-how Eldritch managed this. Then there's deciding on whether I return to Claremont or drop out." She paused a moment, squinted at the screen that showed Judy laying back, and then gave the oth
  8. Sure, give me 5 minutes. Abigail Storm was at her Father's—no her—Brownstone home, doing some "light" reading. Truth was though she'd stopped the actual reading a few hours ago and was just absently drawing in her sketchbook while her mind wandered. With a sigh, she stood from her desk and grabbed her phone, pausing as she got up and looked at what she had drawn. It was the silhouette of a figure, neither man nor woman, with an inhuman head and who's entire body was as if a field of stars. She frowned, brow furrowed in thought, before shoving it out of her mind and
  9. Name: Abigail Storm (Eldritch) Codename: Arcana Year: ??? Pronouns: She/her. Current Intramural Team: Orange Current Roommate: Elizabeth Grey/Masque Reflection: She's missed time at Claremont for ~reasons~ and has been left behind. Community Cause: Community events, mentoring other students and helping them maintain a school-life-hero balance.
  10. The mage looked up, brushing a strand of hair from in front of her eyes, and tucked it behind one ear. She hated how the meeting fell apart, and she should have seized control of the situation a lot earlier, but she was always reluctant to do so because she never knew if it was what she wanted to do or what her mother trained her to do. Still, in this one small matter, she would take the initiative. "I will permit use of my Sanctum," she said. "It is secure."
  11. Arcana Intergalactic Sightseeing One by One
  12. "Some think that about Daedalus," Abigail told Davyd, "But it is only a partial truth." The young mage was dressed with the assumption that at some point they might become weightless, so she eschewed the long skirt she preferred to a snug pair of jeans and a tighter fitting shirt. She still carried her satchel with her, and her silver medallion glimmered in the artificial light. She opened her mouth to add more but fell silent, looking out the window and into the vastness of space, suppressing a small shudder.
  13. "Mia," Abigail said, her voice soft and gentle. She had set her book down on the table, and had her forearms resting on it, hands clasped. "Please, calm down and have a seat," she said, smiling at the other girl. This wasn't the closed off Abigail the others usually saw, and she waited patiently to see if Mia would sit or not. Regardless, she continued on. "Eira died," she said softly. "She got better, in a sense. And I know it doesn't excuse her.. over exuberance.. but she doesn't mean anything mean by it." 'And look," she continued, "The world is vast, and threa
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