Finders Keepers

[all_too_familiar]

Sometimes witches have powers before they turn. But this is rare, uncommon.

More often, a potential witch displays almost nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just, say, a little more skill with people, a little more natural charisma. An extra dose of something that could almost be called luck, if one were paying attention and on the lookout for witches.

There is one such maybe-potential, right over there. He's not from around here, but he is fluent in Italian and French and German and he professes that English is his first language and laughs when people call him a liar because of his perfect accent. He might not be the most powerful, but a polyglot witch could be useful for something. And who knows, maybe there's more to it.

Maybe someone would care to find out.

Comments

[honey_twining]

"Well. Hunting lesson?"

[poll_the_stars]

"Hunting lesson. Let's go murder some innocent wildlife."

[all_too_familiar]

Snort.

[honey_twining]

They go find some innocent wildlife. It is easily located, easily caught, easily killed. It is not easily table mannersed, but that will come with practice.

[poll_the_stars]

Isn't she glad she brought extra clothes!

After her third she pronounces that this has been enough innocent wildlife for today for her taste.

"... Unfortunately now I don't have much to do immediately," she observes. "Hm. This may have been a flaw in my plan."

[honey_twining]

"Well, Blair ran out of books, but I didn't, if you haven't lost your taste for reading aloud. One of us could also nip out and bring you something to read. You don't seem imminently about to require subdual by two people, although if you require it by one I'd be better at it than him."

[poll_the_stars]

"No books for now, but later, probably. Thank you, though." She looks contemplative. "What I would really like to know is if I'm a witch or not. Because, kind of important. If I am one, it's not immediately obvious."

[honey_twining]

"Well, you may not be. If you are it will manifest one way or another eventually."

[poll_the_stars]

"Hm."

Yvette looks up at the sky.

"Magic powers, magic powers, become known to me, something something, poetry?"

[all_too_familiar]

"For that to work you have to sacrifice a goat at midnight. That's how I got mine."

[poll_the_stars]

"Ah. Damn."

[honey_twining]

"Are you also allowed to eat the goat or does that invalidate the sacrifice?"

[all_too_familiar]

"Actually, as I understand it, eating the goat is traditional. The Greeks did that, then burned some of the nonedible parts so the pleasant smell would waft up to the gods."

[honey_twining]

"Lovely."

[poll_the_stars]

".... I think I have something," observes Yvette. "But I have no idea what it is."

[all_too_familiar]

"Describe the something?"

[poll_the_stars]

"Like a... tiny intangible thing that I can. Stretch out? From myself?" Pause. "Really tiny, though." She holds her fingers apart about an inch. "That tiny."

[honey_twining]

Edward listens in. "It's not familiar, but then no two powers are quite alike anyway."

[poll_the_stars]

"Clearly I should poke a tree with it."

She pokes a tree with a finger, then frowns and tries to poke it with the intangible thing.

[all_too_familiar]

"Well it didn't explode."

[poll_the_stars]

"Always nice," she says dryly. "And I'd be disturbed if my personality based magic power made things I touched explode."

[all_too_familiar]

"But think of the party tricks!"

[honey_twining]

"And it would have been messy with the deer."

[poll_the_stars]

"Like I wasn't messy enough."

She hums thoughtfully. She attempts to do more with the intangible thing, feeling very much like someone flailing about in the dark, if that someone were not a vampire, and were in fact in danger of tripping over a stray shoe and having an unexpected introduction between their face and the ground.

...

It feels very much like pulling something. Or - no, the thing is unchanged. She's not pulling. Copying, maybe? Copying a blueprint of, maybe.

She switches from a tree to the ground, and repeats this thing.

She now has two sort-of-blueprints. One for grass and some dirt, one for tree bark.

"I am definitely copying something but I have no idea what it's for."

[all_too_familiar]

"Describe it?"